If she was Miss Holland it would be very shabby of him to herald the surprise.
Naturally, St.George would appreciate doing that himself.

"I'm looking about a bit," he neatly temporized.
Antoinette suddenly looked away over the terrace as her eyes met his, smiling behind their pince-nez.

Amory was good to look at, and he had never been more so than as he towered above her on the steps of the king's palace.

Who was he--but who was he?
Antoinette wondered rapidly.

Had a warship arrived?
Was Yaque taken?
Or had--she turned eyes, round with sudden fear, upon Amory.
"Did Prince Tabnit send you ?" she demanded.
Amory laughed.
"No, indeed," he said.