“Sir Charles,” he said, “I shall not forget that question. I think that of all the Englishmen whom I have met you are the most English of all. When I think of your great country, as I often shall do, of her sons and her daughters, I will promise you that to me you shall always represent the typical man of your race and fortune.”
The Prince left his companion loitering along Pall Mall, still a little puzzled. He called a taxi and drove to Devenham House. The great drawing rooms were almost empty. Lady Grace was just saying goodbye to some parting guests. She welcomed the Prince with a little flush of pleasure.
“I find you alone?” he remarked.
“My mother is opening a bazaar somewhere,” Lady Grace said. “She will be home very soon. Do let me give you some tea.”
“It is my excuse for coming,” the Prince admitted.
She called back the footman who had shown him in.
“China tea, very weak, in a china teapot with lemon and no sugar. Isn’t that it?” she asked, smiling.
“Lady Grace,” he declared, “you spoil me. Perhaps it is because I am going away. Every one is kind to the people who go away.”
She looked at him anxiously.
“Going away!” she exclaimed. “When? Do you mean back to Japan?”