There was a quaint little wrinkle of mirth about her lips, which trembled nevertheless, but her eyes were full of solicitude.
"I'm sorry, sir," she began nervously.

"You have made a serious mistake.
But," she added frankly, holding out her hand to him, "you meant to defend me.

I thank you." Chase bowed low over her hand, too bewildered to speak.

Baggs was pulling at his mustache and looking nervously in the direction which the Prince had taken.
"He'll be back here with the guard," he muttered.
"He will go to my father," said Genevra, her voice trembling.

"He will be very angry.