“For shame, sir! I’m very fond of Lady Lombard.”
“But you know she is a silly woman.”
“Well, never mind. Who planned this hoax?”
“Bracy, the so-called interpreter.”
“Does Prince Frere talk real Persian?”
“Yes.”
“And does the other man understand him?”
“Not a bit.”
“Then he invents all the answers? That’s rather clever of him. I shall go and listen presently. And you can’t talk either Persian or gibberish, so you held your tongue and looked sulky. Well, I think it’s all very wrong; but it’s rather droll. Poor, dear Lady Lombard! she’d never survive it if she did but know! And now, tell me, lastly, what put you in a rage just this minute and enabled me to find you out?”
“You would not care to know.”