He closely held the hand she had not withdrawn, and often lifted it to his lips.

Sometimes he stroked the heavy braid, gently ran his hands across the tired shoulders, or eased her into a different position.

There was not a doubt in his mind of one thing.

He was having a royal, good time, and he was thankful for the work he had set his assistants that kept them out of the room.

They seemed in no hurry, and from scuffling, laughing, and a steady stream of talk, they were entertained at least.