They had reached the stone pavements of the city. The carriage jolted annoyingly over the ill-laid streets.
Prince Carlo leaned down until his face was close to Kate’s.
“You are a grand, a noble woman,” he whispered. “Remember, dear, for all time my heart is yours, and yours alone. Whatever Fate may have in store for me, it cannot deprive me of this one sweet thought. I love you, my darling, I love you!”
Her hand was like ice in his, and she spoke not, but he knew that she wept softly.
A moment later, the carriage drew up in front of Gerald Strong’s house.
“Let me see you once more alone before I go,” whispered Prince Carlo. “I have one thing more to say to you.”
She pressed his hand in acquiescence. An instant later, the driver opened the carriage door, and Cupid with a mocking laugh flitted from the box, rejoicing at the mischief he had wrought.