The prince turned to her abruptly.
“What did you say?”
She looked at him, in surprise at his tone.
“I said we’d never have another wonderful night like this in Roseborough.”
“In Roseborough?” he repeated, plainly astonished. “This—this is not Roseborough?”
“But certainly it is,” Rosamond answered. “I told you so.”
“You told me it was Something Vale. Roseborough!” He stared at her, blankly. “I’ve been wondering for hours how a house in Something Vale could look down on just the same bit of the river. How is it that you...? Really,”—he looked in amazement from one to the other—“you know, it’s very odd to find that I have really been here all the time!”
“Quite so,” Howard replied, kindly. To Mrs. Witherby he whispered, tapping his brow significantly. “Charming fellow—His Highness—but touched.”
“Oh yes!” She agreed, excitedly. “Of course, I saw that at once. But royalty is, you know. They’re all insane. I’ve always heard that.”
The galloping pounded into the driveway and up to the verandah.