“You have none,” said Bertram.
“Well, if I were member for a metropolitan district I would not budge. And I little thought you would have deserted me.”
“Ah!” sighed Bertram. “You’re discontented, because your amusements are interrupted. But think of my position, torn from a woman whom I adore.”
“Well, you know you must have left her sooner or later,” urged St. Aldegonde.
“Why?” asked Bertram.
“You know what Lothair told us. She is engaged to her cousin the Prince of Samos, and—”
“If I had only the Prince of Samos to deal with, I should care little,” said Bertram.
“Why, what do you mean?”
“That Euphrosyne is mine, if my family will sanction our union, but not otherwise.”
St. Aldegonde gave a long whistle, and he added, “I wish Bertha were here. She is the only person I know who has a head.”