He believed that King had fallen into the hands of brigands and that a heavy ransom would be demanded for his release.
In a warm-tinted room at the Castle, later on in the evening, the Prince, in pajamas, was discoursing bravely on the idiosyncrasies of Fate.

His only auditor was the mournful Loraine, who sat beside the royal bed in which he wriggled vaguely.

The attendants were far down the room.
"Never mind, Aunt Loraine, you can't help it.

I'm just as sorry as you are.

Say, are you in love with him ?" "In love with whom ?" "Mr.King." "Of course not, silly.