"Thank you, Prince Robin. May I—" he glanced uneasily at the distant nurse—"may I ask how your Aunt Loraine is feeling?"
"She acted very funny when I sent for you. I'm worried about her."
"What did she do, your Highness?"
"She rushed off to her room. I think, Mr. King, she was getting ready to cry or something. You see, she's in trouble."
"In trouble?"
"Yes. I can't tell you about it."
"She's worried about her brother, of course—and you."
"I just wish I could tell you—no, I won't. It wouldn't be fair," Bobby said, checking himself resolutely. "She's awful proud of you. I'm sure she likes you, Mr. King."
"I'm very, very glad to hear that."
Bobby had great difficulty in keeping his most secret impressions to himself. In fact, he floundered painfully in an attack on diplomacy.