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Updated: June 8, 2025
"Penelope is coming," she said quickly, "you know that? Penelope and Sir Charles Somerfield." "Yes," he answered, "I heard so." The curtain went up. The faint murmur of the violins was suddenly caught up and absorbed in the thunderous music of a march. Lady Grace moved nearer to the front. Prince Maiyo remained where he was among the shadows.
The door was already closed, but between the curtains which his hands had drawn apart, Prince Maiyo was standing in the room which they had just quitted, and there was something in the calm impassivity of his white, stern face which seemed to madden her. She clenched her hands and looked away. "Really, I was not so much bored as I had feared," the Duchess remarked composedly.
The smell of anaesthetics somehow reminded him of the library in the house at the corner of St. James' Square. It was not altogether by chance, perhaps, that he found himself walking in that direction. He was in Pall Mall, in fact, before he realized where he was, and at the corner of St. James' Square and Pall Mall he came face to face with Prince Maiyo, walking slowly westwards.
"The Government have, very likely," Miss Morse admitted, "but it isn't always the Government who decide things or who even rule the country. We have an omnipotent Press, you know. All that's wanted is a weak President, and Heaven knows where we should be!" "Of course," the Duchess remarked, "Prince Maiyo is half an Englishman. His mother was a Stretton-Wynne.
Then it suddenly flashed upon her that this was his way of showing emotion. Her lips parted. The color seemed drawn from her cheeks. The majordomo of the Duchess stood before them with a bow. "Her Grace desires me to show your Highness to your seats," he announced. Prince Maiyo turned to his companion. "Will you allow me to precede you through the crush?" he said. "We are to go this way."
"Well," Somerfield said, "if he is really going " "Charlie," she interrupted, "if ever you expect me to marry you, I make one condition, and that is that you never say a single word against Prince Maiyo." "The man whom a month ago," he remarked curiously, "you hated!" She shook her head. "I was an idiot," she said. "I did not understand him and I was prejudiced against his country."
Remember my words, Devenham, when our chronicler dips his pen into the ink and writes of our government, our foreign policy, at least, will be judged by our position in the far East. Exactly what that will be depends upon Prince Maiyo. With a renewal of our treaty we could go to the country tomorrow.
Yet between these two men, so different in all externals, there was the strongest sympathy, although they met but seldom. "So we are to lose you soon, Prince," the Baron was saying. "Very soon indeed," Prince Maiyo answered. "Next week I go down to Devenham. I understand that the Prime Minister and Sir Edward Bransome will be there. If so, that, I think, will be practically my leave-taking.
Sir Goreham Briggs your chief, I believe has invited me several times to Scotland Yard, and I have always meant to avail myself of his kindness. You come to me, perhaps, from him?" The Inspector shook his head. "My business, Prince," he said, "is a little more personal." Prince Maiyo raised his eyebrows. "Indeed?" he said. "Well, whatever it is, let us hear it.
We ankred in the Northwest side of the sayd Ile in a faire Baie of eight fadomes water and faire sand, but here we staied not, but the fourth day weighed and sailed to another Iland called S. Iago, which lieth off the said Iland of Maiyo East and by South, and about fiue leagues one from the other.
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