“Still,” protested Davis, “to be deserted like this....”
“She may make any explanation she pleases—that it was she who broke off the match—and I will confirm it I have no wish to injure your sister, monsieur, and she will not be injured.”
“Just the same,” Davis muttered, “it’s pretty tough that it should happen twice!”
“If monsieur wishes any other satisfaction,” said the prince haughtily, “I am at his service.” Then he swung back to Madame Ghita. “Alors, Rénee!”
The blood was coming back into her face and she was regaining her self-control.
“Sit down, Danilo,” she said, “and do not be so ridiculous. One cannot go away like that. What about my packing?”
“Your maid can do it.”
“And you—you are going away like that, with just the clothes you have on?”
“My man will send my things after me.”
“No,” she said; “you are too silly. You must keep your word to this girl.”