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Updated: May 1, 2025
I have always liked green the dark rich green of the forest's depth and, if there were anything more lovely than the Princess Dehra, when she came back to me, it is quite beyond my Imagination to conceive it. He is a poor lover, indeed, who does not think his sweetheart fair; yet, he would have been a poor sort of man, who would not have been at one with me, that afternoon.
"I am honored over much," I said then watched their actions, as they saw Mrs. Spencer. Frederick stopped short, frowned, then turned to me interrogatingly. Courtney raised his eyebrows, bowed to Mrs. Spencer, and, then, gave me a quizzical smile. Dehra flouted her enemy with one of those deliberately ignoring stares; then, she smiled at me, and went over and sat down at my desk. Meanwhile, Mrs.
I nodded toward the spot where I had removed the stone from the mare's hoof, and she nodded back in answer. "This is a very charming road," I said. "It's a favorite with Your Highness, is it not?" asked Lady Helen. "I have often met you on it." I affected to be interested in something beside the track. "Yes, I believe it is," Dehra answered carelessly.
The breakfast was served in a charming little room which I assumed to be a portion of the Princess' private suite and was of the sort to provoke more early morning rides along the Old Forge Road. "This may be a bit unconventional," said Dehra, addressing Lady Helen, rather than me, "but, if the English Ambassador can stand it, I will answer for the King of Valeria."
Yet, I recognized the justice of the punishment. Bravery had failed twice; it was time to be humble. "I am sorry, Dehra," I said. "Of course you are, sir, very sorry that I saw you. And so was I," she added. "Was?" I echoed. "It gave me un mauvais quart d'heure." "No longer than that?" tasked. "No; it lasted only until I had you to myself on the terrace, a little later." "And then?" I queried.
"I am prepared to hear your arguments, messieurs," she said. "Pray proceed and be brief." The King nodded to me. "You have the opening," he said. So, I explained the whole matter, as best I could, and the reasons which moved the King and me in our decision as to the betrothal remaining secret and the marriage deferred. Dehra heard me through without comment; then she turned to the King.
When Dehra was in presence the people had eyes for her alone. The supper was deliciously cooked; the wine was excellent; the service beyond criticism. I had given the two Ambassadors to Dehra and had put Lady Helen between Lotzen and myself, with Lord Radnor on the Duke's left. We were a merry party. Dehra was positively bewitching and Radnor was simply fascinated.
Me, they eyed with frank curiosity; and, more than once, I caught the drift of their comments. "A pretty pair," said one, as Dehra and I drew near, our horses on a walk. "It's a pity he has a wife," the other answered. And Dehra frowned. "They match up well," said a fellow, as we paused a moment at a spring beside a small road house. I glanced at Dehra; and got a smile in return. "That they do.
Regula Baddun's owner said, "I throw in my mare to fret Ousel. Six furlongs is Regula's distance, and she will then lie down and die. So also will Ousel, for his jockey doesn't understand a waiting race." Now, this was a lie, for Regula had been in work for two months at Dehra, and her chances were good, always supposing that Shackles broke a blood-vessel or Brunt moved on him.
"Or, I might ask Major Moore. I think he would be glad to do it," she said. "He would be a most extraordinary Irishman if he were not more than glad," I said. "But, when I'm around, Dehra, the pleasure is mine alone." "Goodness, Armand, you would not be jealous?" she mocked. "I don't know what it's called," said I, "but that's it." "Haven't you ever been jealous, dear?" she asked.
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