“May I come in?”
It was Angela at the still half-open door.
“Why, you’re not leaving?”
“No; I only thought I was. Changed my mind again.”
“And you’re quite well. The poor, dear Prince has been quite frantic. He’s so anxious to see you for himself before he will be assured that you’re really all right, after the shock last night. He’s waiting for you now. The other men have gone off on a hike through the snow. John has such a passion for exercise—afraid of getting stout, though he won’t admit it. I told the Prince that I would try and send you down to him.”
“I can’t go now. Ruth will go down and talk to him.”
“Ruth? But he wants you.”
A sign from Gloria counselled Ruth to go now before the discussion, and she slipped out unnoticed by Angela whose blue eyes were fixed on Gloria, awaiting explanations.
Prince Aglipogue was not difficult to find. She could hear his heavy pacing before she had reached the bottom of the stairs. He stopped abruptly when he saw her approaching, waving his cigarette frantically with one hand while he twisted his moustache with the other.
“Gloria, Miss Mayfield, she is well; you have news from her? She is coming down?”