“Don’t believe it. He will be sent for again this morning; cannot you see why?”
“No.”
“If the Prince is really suspicious, he will never send his brother into the country, where he might be resorted to by discontented people. He will keep him close at hand.”
“I wish the quarrelling would cease; it spoils half the fun; one’s obliged to creep about the court and speak in whispers, and you can’t tell whom you are talking to; they may turn on you if you say too much. There is no dancing either. I hate this moody state. I wish they would either dance or fight.”
“Fight! who?”
“Anybody. There’s some more news, but you don’t care.”
“No. I do not.”
“Why don’t you go and live in the woods all by yourself?” said Oliver, in some heat.
Felix laughed.
“Tell me your news. I am listening.”