Then she suddenly yawned a cat-like yawn, and sauntered forth to where Lady Lillico stood.
‘Good-bye; I’ve had a charming evening. Is this your boy?’
‘Yes, this is Pendred.’
‘He looks very presentable.’ She nodded and passed on.
Lord Glendover and the Diplomat still sat in their places when the little group dispersed. Lord Glendover rubbed his knees. Their eyes met at last, with the sly surprise of two naughty boys who have just had their ears boxed; smiling defiance, altruistically—each for the other; inwardly resolving to incur no graver danger.
Lord Glendover had only one tiny grain of hope left; he was uneasy till it was shaken out of the sack. He caught Lady Wyse near the door.
‘Do you know that Prince Dwala isn’t a British subject even?’
‘Isn’t he? Make him one.’
‘How am I to make him one?’
‘Oh, the usual way, whatever it is. Find out.’