Sir Charles took the opportunity to bend over his companion.
"Penelope," he said, "you are queer tonight.

Tell me what it is?
You don't really dislike the Prince, do you ?" "Why, of course not," she answered, looking back into the restaurant and listening, as though interested in the music.

"He is odd, though, isn't he?
He is so serious and, in a way, so convincing.

He is like a being transplanted into an absolutely alien soil.

One would like to laugh at him, and one can't." "He is rather an anomaly," Sir Charles said, humming lightly to himself.
"I suppose, compared with us matter-of-fact people, he must seem to your sex quite a romantic figure." "He makes no particular appeal to me at all," Penelope declared.
Somerfield was suddenly thoughtful.
"Sometimes, Penelope," he said, "I don't quite understand you, especially when we speak about the Prince.