Dear Prince, how clever of you to find out our retreat!" The Ambassador stood bareheaded before them.
"Dear ladies," he declared, "you are the lode-stones which would draw one even through these gossamer walls of lace and chiffons, of draperies as light as the sunshine and perfumes as sweet as Heine's poetry." "Very pretty," Anna laughed, "but what you really mean is that you were looking for two of your very useful slaves and have found them." The Ambassador glanced around.

Their isolation was complete.
"Ah! well," he murmured, "it is a wonderful thing to be so charmingly aided towards such a wonderful end." "And to have such complete trust in one's friends," Anna remarked, looking him steadfastly in the face.
The Prince did not flinch.

His smile was perfectly courteous and acknowledging.
"That is my happiness," he admitted.

"I will tell you the reason which directed my footsteps this way," he added, drawing a small betting book from his pocket.

"You must back Prince Charlie for the next race.