"Mr.Ducaine," she added, turning coolly to me, "I trust you have remembered that the Prince is my father's guest." I was speechless, but the Prince himself intervened.
"The blame, if any," he declared, "was mine.

Mr.Ducaine appeared to misunderstand me from the first.

I believe that his little ebullition arose altogether from too great zeal on behalf of his employers.

I congratulate him upon it, while I am bound to deprecate his extreme measures." "And you, Mr.Ducaine," she asked, turning towards me, "what have you to say ?" "Nothing," I declared, stung by her tone and manner as much as by his coolness, "except that I found the Prince of Malors meddling with my private papers, and subsequently I interrupted him in the offer of a bribe." The Prince smoothed his necktie, which he had really tied very well, complacently.
"The personal belongings of Mr.Ducaine," he said calmly, "are without interest to me.

I fancy that the Prince of Malors can ignore any suggestions to the contrary.