"You get more and more interesting," she murmured. "Don't you realize that your love for one woman should make you kind to all?"
"No, I don't," he answered bluntly.
"Come," she said, "do not be afraid of me. I will not make love to you—seriously. You must be kind to me because everybody spoils me. After supper there are one or two more questions I must ask you. Do you know that I am going to dance here? Never before have I danced in a private house in England. Except upon the stage, I like to dance only to those whom I love!"
The little space between the curtains was suddenly darkened. John turned eagerly around, and, to his immense relief, recognized the prince. Their host came forward to where they were sitting, and held out his arm to Calavera.
"Dear lady," he announced, "supper is served. Will you do me this great honor?"
She rose to her feet. The prince turned to John.
"This is my privilege as host," he explained; "but if you will follow us, you will find some consolation in store for you."
XVII
"Well?" the prince asked, as he handed Aida Calavera to her place at his right hand.