"Not the least of which is womanhood."
"Baldos," she said after a long pause. Something very disagreeable had just rushed into her brain. "Have you been forgetting all this time that the Princess Yetive is the wife of Grenfall Lorry?"
"It has never left my mind for an instant. From the bottom of my heart I congratulate him. His wife is an angel as well as a princess."
"Well, in the code of morals, is it quite proper to be so loyal to another man's wife?" she asked, and then she trembled. He was supposed to know her as the wife of Grenfall Lorry, and yet he had boldly shown his love for her.
"It depends altogether on the other man's wife," he said, and she looked up quickly. It was too dark to see his face, but something told her to press the point no further. Deep down in her heart she was beginning to rejoice in the belief that he had found her out. If he still believed her to be the real princess, then he was—but the subject of conversation, at least, had to be changed.
"You say your message to Ravone was of a purely personal nature," she said.
"Yes, your highness." She did not like the way in which he said "your highness." It sounded as if he meant it.
"How did you know that you were to see him to-day?"
"We have waited for this opportunity since last week. Franz was in the castle grounds last Thursday."
"Good heavens! You don't mean it!"