He raised his beautiful eyes, they were almost unnaturally dark and bright—
“I am a Calvinist, Madame,” he said gravely.
Madame Lavalette dropped her fan on to her lap.
“Well?” she questioned.
“His Majesty is of the Romish faith.”
She bent her head.
“It is not a religion, Madame, beloved in the United Provinces.”
She made an effort to meet him in this new position.
“We do not talk of religions, Prince.”
His eyes narrowed; again he gave her that inscrutable glance.