Don't let the ladies see it." Somerfield looked at him in surprise.
"What do you mean ?" he asked.
"To me personally it is of no consequence," the Prince answered, "but your womenfolk feel these things so keenly, and Mr.Vanderpole is of the same nationality, is he not, as Miss Morse?
If you take my advice, you will be sure that they do not see the paper until after they get home this evening." "Has anything happened to Dicky ?" Somerfield asked quickly.
The Prince's face was impassive; he seemed not to have heard.

Penelope had turned to wait for them.
"The Duchess thinks that we had better all go into the box," she said.
"We have two stalls as well, but as Dicky is not here there is really room for five.

Will you get some programmes, Sir Charles ?" Somerfield stopped for a minute, under pretence of seeking some change, and tore open his paper.

The Prince led Penelope down the carpeted way.
"I heard what you and Sir Charles were saying," she declared quietly.
"Please tell me what it is that has happened to Dicky ?" The Prince's face was grave.
"I am sorry," he replied.

"I did not know that our voices would travel so far." "It was not yours," she said.