"Ah, Dodo," he said, with entreaty in his voice.
Dodo did not move nor look at him.
He left the room without more words, and on the stair he met the Prince. He bowed silently to his greeting, and stood aside for him to pass.
The Prince glanced back at him with amusement.
"His lordship does me the honour to be jealous of me," he said to himself.
Next day Jack called at Dodo's house. The door was opened by a servant, whose face he thought he ought to know; that he was not one of Dodo's men he felt certain. In another moment it had flashed across him that the man had been with the Prince at Zermatt.
"Is Lady Chesterford in?" he asked.
The man looked at him a moment, and then, like all well-bred servants, dropped his eyes before he answered,—
"Her Serene Highness left for Paris this morning."