Did she know of his presence?
Although he and Amory were seated so near the throne, they were at one side, and her clear, pure profile was turned toward them.

And Olivia did not lift her eyes throughout the prime minister's long address, of which St.George and Amory, so lapped were they in wild projects and importunities, heard nothing until, uttered with indescribable pompousness, as if Cassyrus were a dowager and had made the match himself, the concluding words beat upon St.George's heart like stones.

They were the formal announcement of the betrothal of Olivia, daughter of his Majesty, Otho I of Yaque, to Tabnit, Prince of Yaque and Head of the House of the Litany.
St.George saw Prince Tabnit kneel before Olivia and place a ring upon her hand--no doubt the ring which had betrothed the island princesses for three thousand years.

He saw the High Council standing with bowed heads, like the necessary archangels in an old painting; he caught the flash of the turquoise-blue ephod of the head of the religious order, as the benediction was pronounced by its wearer.

And through it all he said to himself that all would be well if only she understood, if only she had the supreme self-consciousness to play the game.