Lady Deppingham had just told him that she had a friend aboard the yacht.
"Won't you go aboard with us," asked Deppingham, at a loss for anything better to say.

The Enemy shook his head and smiled.
"You are very good, but I believe my place is here," he said, with a swift, sardonic glance toward his herd of followers.

Lady Deppingham raised her delicate eyebrows and gave him the cool, intimate smile of comprehension.

He flushed.

"I am one of the lowly and the despised," he explained humbly.
"The Princess is to be with me for a month.