Your position has always been assured.

Your name alone is a password through the world.

Your sort are always hard on women who--who--What have I done, after all ?" Some instinct bade her rise to her feet and stand before him--tall, beautiful, passionate, a woman in a thousand, a fit mate for such as he.
Her beautiful hair in burnished glory round her face gleamed in the firelight.

Her white fingers clenched, her arms thrown back, her breast panting beneath the lace, her proud face looking defiance into his--no one but a prince could have braved this princess.
"What have I done ?" she cried a second time.

"I have only fought for myself, and if I have won, so much the greater credit.