"You are terribly farouche, Olga," sighed the elder woman. "Your father has forgiven you, but he is still annoyed. I had the greatest difficulty in getting his permission to come over here."
"He doubtless thinks you will be able to bring me back to marry Count Taroc," replied Olga composedly, "but I stay." She looked at Giles again, as if he were the reason she thus decided. To change the conversation he stood up.
"I fear I fatigue you ladies," he said, looking very straight and handsome. "You will wish to retire."
"Certainly I retire," said the Princess. "But my daughter——"
"I shall stop and talk with Mr. Ware."
"Olga!" murmured her mother, rather shocked.
"I fear I have to go," said Giles uneasily.
"No. You must stop. I have to talk to you about Anne."
"Who is this Anne?" asked the Princess, rising lazily.
"No one you know, mother. A friend of Mr. Ware's. Now you must retire, and Katinka shall make you comfortable."