Seeing that the door was closed Rosamond glanced at Marks and knew, by his rhythmic snores, that he was resting peacefully. She whispered:
“There is just one chance....”
“I wish you’d tell me what has happened. Why are all these people here? Why are you so distressed?”
“Mrs. Wells telephoned everybody that I had been taken ill. Then when Mr. Howard came—and found you—and the constable—goodness knows what they think. They want to have you arrested as a housebreaker.”
“How charming! This is an adventure.” He looked at her, keenly. “Are they gossiping? Ah—I see. Then the best thing, I suppose, is to give up this fun, and tell them who I am.”
Forgetting caution in the thrill of his words, she exclaimed aloud:
“Oh Prince! You would make that sacrifice for me!” His eyes twinkled with amusement.
“Yes, dear Madam Make-Believe. ’Tis no sacrifice. Their tongues can’t hurt me.”
She shook her head. Not at any price would she sell his dear liberty.
“You can’t. It is too dangerous. If you were to confess who you are—now—here—with that awful man in the garden....”