“And if they acknowledge it, you’ll settle down happily with me all the same?”
Félicia looked down. “I guess I won’t just have things in my own hands then,” she said.
“Oh yes, you will, if you choose. If you’re engaged to me, I’ll take good care that you don’t marry any one else.”
“You don’t know the temptation of a crown, Usk,” said Félicia softly.
“I know my father tried it, and was jolly glad to give it up.”
“Oh, your father!” The tone was eloquent. “But for me, Usk!”
“Very well; if you prefer your crown, say so, and I’ll go.”
“You’re real tiresome, fussing me like this. Do just wait a little.”
“Not another hour,” said Usk.
“Say, Fay!” Maimie burst into the room, “come right down; the Grand-Duke’s here. Don’t stop to prink. That gown is just distracting already.”