He saw the duke approach the wounded man, and at his step Teresa looked up. Into her face came a dawning bewilderment, and she gave a little cry.
"Prince Ar——," she whispered. Then the duke had his hand over her mouth. But Edward had heard, and the duke's actions since his arrival in San Pietro were made clear to him.
"This complicates matters considerably," he said below his breath, and went on paternally patting Galva's shoulder.
CHAPTER XXII
THE HEART OF GALVA
"I think we understood each other in Paris, didn't we, Armand?"
"Yes, dearest, but a definite answer to a definite question is satisfactory; now that you have given me the sweet 'yes,' I will speak to your guardian."
"To-night—speak to him to-night, dear. I know he will be pleased, and," shyly, "if he isn't, I am really afraid that it will make no difference to the 'yes'—or to me."
Galva drew herself away from her lover's embrace.