Then she laughed.
“If you do not get me out of this puritanical country, de Pomponne, I shall die of spleen.”
The Prince had returned to Amalia of Solms, who was conversing with Lady Temple.
“Good-night, Madame,” he said abruptly. “I am leaving.”
“So soon?” Her voice was touched with dismay.
Lady Temple moved away.
“Why should I stay?” asked William wearily.
The Princess changed the subject.
“What of Madame Lavalette?—I saw you dance with her. She is very beautiful and—influential.”
The Prince answered, still in that tired, absent way—