"I did not."
"I hope you did tell him that I think Japanese food delicious, and would like to live on it," cried Gwendolen.
"I did," said her father. "He looked bored. Evidently charming young American women are nothing to Prince Haganè. His chief concern, it seemed, was Pierre."
"I—Monsieur?" echoed Pierre, with a nervous start.
"Yes, I can't recall now any very direct questions,—he didn't exactly 'pump,' yet in his esoteric way he let me know that all I could tell him of you he would be glad to learn."
Pierre tried to meet Gwendolen's eyes, but she had turned away.
"Did you speak of my Russian mother, Mr. Todd?"
"No; I had the chance, but dodged it. I thought it none of his Highness's business."
"Merci," murmured the other.
"Speaking of Dodging it," put in Gwendolen; "where is your secretary?"