His face darkened a little.
"You did not talk like this in London," he reminded her.
"Perhaps not," she admitted. "Perhaps even now it is only a mood with me. I can only speak as I feel for the moment. There are times when I feel differently, but not now."
"Perhaps," he said jealously, "there are also other people with whom you feel differently."
"Perhaps," she admitted calmly.
"When I came into the room the other day," he said, "Forrest was holding your hand."
"Major Forrest," she said, "has been very much upset. He needed a little consolation. He has some other engagements, and he ought to have left before now, but, as you know, we are all prisoners. I wonder how long it will last."
"I cannot tell," Cecil answered gloomily. "Forrest knows more about it than I do. What does he say to you?"
"He thinks," the Princess said slowly, "that we may be able to leave in a few days now."
"Then while you do stay," Cecil begged, "be a little kinder to me."