Give me another cup of wine, there's a good fellow, and tell me, what is to be done ?' I shook my head, for the affair was indeed serious.

As one of the poets says, 'Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned', more especially if the woman is a queen and a Sorais, and indeed I feared the very worst, including imminent danger to ourselves.
'Nyleptha had better be told of this at once,' I said, 'and perhaps I had better tell her; she might receive your account with suspicion.' 'Who is captain of her guard tonight ?' I went on.
'Good.' 'Very well then, there will be no chance of her being got at.
Don't look surprised.

I don't think that her sister would stick at that.

I suppose one must tell Good of what has happened.' 'Oh, I don't know,' said Sir Henry.

'It would hurt his feelings, poor fellow! You see, he takes a lively personal interest in Sorais.' 'That's true; and after all, perhaps there is no need to tell him.
He will find out the truth soon enough.