Baggs grasped Chase by the shoulder, shook him and exclaimed, when it was too late: "You blooming ass, do you know what you've done ?" "The da--miserable cur was annoying the Princess," muttered Chase, straightening his cuffs, vaguely realising that he had interfered too hastily.
"Confound it, man, he's the chap she's going to marry." "Marry ?" gasped Chase.
"The hereditary prince of Brabetz--Karl Brabetz." "Good Lord!" "You must have known." "How the dev--Of course I didn't know," groaned Chase.

"But hang it all, man, he was annoying her.

She was flouting him for it.

She said she despised him.

I don't understand----" The Princess came forward into the light of the path.