He was Lady Angela's brother, but I disliked and distrusted him.
He finally got his cigarette alight, and turned to me.
"Mr.Ducaine," he said, "I want you to apologize to my friend, the Prince of Malors, for your behaviour this afternoon." "Apologize to the Prince!" I exclaimed.

"Why should I ?" "Because this is the only condition on which he will consent to remain here." "I should have thought," I said, "that his immediate departure was inevitable.

I detected him in behaviour--" "That is just where you are wrong," Blenavon interrupted eagerly.

"You were mistaken, entirely mistaken." I laughed, a little impolitely, I am afraid, considering that this was the son of my employer.
"You know the circumstances ?" I asked.

He nodded.
"The Prince has explained them to me.