“Where I ought to be,” Penelope said, turning toward the door, “only I felt that I must see you first.”
“I will not come with you,” Mr. Harvey said. “There is no need for our little conference to become the subject of comment. By the bye,” he added, “let me take this opportunity of wishing you every happiness. I haven’t seen Somerfield yet, but he is a lucky fellow. As an American, however, I cannot help grudging another of our most popular daughters to even the best of Englishmen.”
Penelope’s smile was a little forced.
“Thank you very much,” she said. “It is all rather in the air, at present, you know. We are not going to be married for some time.”
“When it comes off,” the Ambassador said, “I am going to talk to the Duchess and Miss Morse. I think that I ought to give you away.”
Penelope made her way into Mrs. Blaine-Harvey’s reception rooms, crowded with a stream of guests, who were sitting about, drinking tea and listening to the music, passing in and out all the time. Curiously enough, almost the first person whom she saw was the Prince. He detached himself from a little group and came at once towards her. He took her hand in his and for a moment said nothing. Notwithstanding the hours of strenuous consideration, the hours which she had devoted to anticipating and preparing for this meeting, she felt her courage suddenly leaving her, a sinking at the knees, a wild desire to escape, at any cost. The color which had been so long denied her streamed into her cheeks. There was something baffling, yet curiously disturbing, in the manner of his greeting.
“Is it true?” he asked.
She did not pretend to misunderstand him. It was amazing that he should ignore that other tragical incident, that he should think of nothing but this! Yet, in a way, she accepted it as a natural thing.
“It is true that I am engaged to Sir Charles Somerfield,” she answered.
“I must wish you every happiness,” he said slowly. “Indeed, that wish comes from my heart, and I think that you know it. As for Sir Charles Somerfield, I cannot imagine that he has anything left in the world to wish for.”