“You remind me of those silly old knights,” she said, “who were always riding out to rescue some damsel, without waiting to find out whether she really wanted to be rescued. Don’t worry about Madame Ghita. In the first place, she knew perfectly well when she married the prince that he would have to marry again some day for the sake of the dynasty. In the second place, I suspect that the prince is much more in love with her than she is with him. At least, the baron tells me that she is an unusually clever woman, while, as you know, the prince is quite stupid.”
“So she can hold him if she wants to?”
“Undoubtedly. And if she wants to, she will stop at nothing.”
“Do you know her?” Selden asked.
“No.”
“So you don’t know....”
“Whether she will want to? No—but I am going to find out. I have asked her to lunch with me to-day. That is the first part of my day’s work.”
“Does Miss Davis know about her?”
“Not yet—at least, I do not think so. But she is going to know.”
“You mean you are going to tell her?”