“I am sorry,” the Prince declared. “I have no doubt, however, but that Miss Morse will induce you to change your mind. I should regret your absence the more,” he continued, “because this, I fear, is the last visit which I shall be paying in this country.”
Somerfield was genuinely interested.
“You are really going home?” he asked eagerly.
“Almost at once,” the Prince answered.
“Only for a time, I suppose?” Somerfield continued.
The Prince shook his head.
“On the contrary,” he said, “I imagine that this will be a long goodbye. I think I can promise you that if ever I reach Japan I shall remain there. My work in this hemisphere will be accomplished.”
Somerfield looked at him with the puzzled air of a man who is face to face with a problem which he cannot solve.
“You’ll forgive my putting it so plainly, Prince,” he remarked, “but do you mean to say that after having lived over here you could possibly settle down again in Japan?”
The Prince returned for a moment his companion’s perplexed gaze. Then his lips parted, his eyes shone. He laughed softly, gracefully, with genuine mirth.