There was nothing reassuring in the faces of the two men.

The Princess leaned back in her chair and laughed.
"My dear child," she said, "you have been asleep and dreamed these foolish things; or if not, these yokels to whom you have been listening are mad.

What harm do you suppose could come to Lord Ronald here ?" "I do not know," Jeanne said, speaking in a low tone, and with the fear still in her dark eyes.
"I told you," the Princess continued, "that there was some sort of a quarrel.

What of it?
Lord Ronald simply chose to go away.

Do you suppose that there is any one here who would think of trying to hinder him?
Look at us three and ask yourself if it is likely.