Bramber came in fuming, and, like the others, fixed his eyes over her head. He was nervous and abrupt.
"I can't stand any more, duchess," he began.
"I can't stand much," said Titania.
"It's a secret of course," said Bramber, "and I'm breaking my word!"
"Are you the husband of Penelope?" asked Titania.
"I—I am," replied Bramber, "and the cause, so to speak, of the notice in the Times."
"I thought so," said Titania. "Look at me, Ronald. Do I look mad? does my hair stand on end? do I seem wild and wandering?"
"No, of course not," said Bramber. "I'm telling you this because I feel I ought to. Now I'm going to her at once. This last news was rather unexpected, of course. Good-bye—"
"Stay!" shrieked Titania, but she was too late. Bramber was down-stairs and bounded into his motor-car and let her rip.
"What's the matter with everybody?" wailed Titania. "The marquis made me happy, but now I'm confused, very sadly confused, and I can't think she's married them all."