“Yes. That’s how I knew who you were. And he said that he knew the prince would come here to-night, because of His Highness’s chivalrous, romantic nature—to protect me, because I was alone.”
The prince rose, in his growing astonishment.
“He expected His Highness here? To-night?”
“Yes; and here you are.” She beamed.
He sat down again. “I pass,” he muttered.
“How wonderful for His Highness to be so understood,” Howard commented.
“It must be. It is,” His Highness answered. He appeared to be in a brown study.
“I think even Mrs. Witherby must admit that there is no longer a suspicion attached to me. And that the fact that my midnight visitor is Prince Adam Lapid explains everything perfectly, and clears me.”
With a gracious, condescending smile, Mrs. Witherby received her again into the fold.
“Oh, yes. Certainly. Oh, yes, the fact that His Highness is a prince clears up—everything.”