Permit me." But Lucille resumed her seat in the carriage.
"It is your house, is it not ?" she asked.
"Yes.

My house assuredly." "Very well," Lucille said.

"I will come in when the Duchess of Dorset shows herself at the window or the front door--or Felix, or even De Brouillae." The Prince still held open the carriage door.
"They will all be here," he assured her.

"We are a few minutes early." "Then I will drive round to Dorset House and fetch the Duchess.

It is only a few yards." The Prince hesitated.