“Oh, I am practically certain!”
“Then, the more pieces in the puzzle which I fit together, the more likely does it seem that your Leopold’s Miss Helen Mowbray and my Miss Jenny Brett are one and the same.”
“Miss Jenny Brett?”
“Did you never hear the name?”
“If I have, I’ve forgotten it.”
“Chancellor, you wouldn’t if you were a few years younger. Jenny Brett is the prettiest if not the most talented singer ever sent out from Australia, the fashionable home of singers. She is billed to sing at the Court Theater of Kronburg in a fortnight, her first engagement in Rhaetia.”
“You are right. It may well be that she’s been having a game with us—a game that we can prevent now, thank Heaven, from ending in earnest.”
“Oh, yes, we can prevent that.”
“Your Royal Highness met the lady in your own country?”
“N-o. It was in Paris at first, but I’m afraid I induced her to accept an engagement at home. We were great friends for a while, and really she’s a charming creature. I can’t blame myself. Who would have guessed that she’d turn out so ambitious? By Jove, I can sympathize with Leopold. The girl tried to twist me round her finger, and I verily believe fancied at one time that I would offer her marriage.”