“This is your arrangement?” I asked.
“It was a diplomatic stroke,” he said.
“You took an unwarrantable liberty,” I cried warmly. “Why was I not told of this before?”
“Because you would not have come.”
“And now?”
“Now it is different. You are caught in the toils.”
“It is an unwarrantable liberty! You have engaged me matrimonially without any reference to my feelings.”
“I have engaged Prince Paul.”
“Who am I?”
“Who you are for the present. My dear Havensea, you do not consider my position.”