"Every single day since the day I—I—"
"The day you ran away from me."
She blushed. "I didn't run away from you. At least, not exactly. You were only the last straw."
"A nice thing for a man to be."
"I ran because—because—oh, it's a long story, and I'm afraid a very foolish one."
A gleam came into the Prince's eyes. He took a step nearer her, but immediately thinking better of it took it back again. "Perhaps," he said pleasantly, "only the beginning was foolish, and you'll settle down after a bit and get quite fond of Creeper Cottage."
She looked at him startled.
"You see my dear it was rather tremendous what you did. You must have been most fearfully sick of things at Kunitz. I can well understand it. You couldn't be expected to like me all at once. And if I had to have that Disthal woman at my heels wherever I went I'd shoot myself. What you've done is much braver really than shooting one's self. But the question is do you like it as much as you thought you would?"
Priscilla gave him a swift look, and said nothing.
"If you don't, there's the Disthal waiting for you with all those charming frocks, and all you've got to do is to put them on and go home."