She said she'd come.' 'Who is she ?' Aribert asked, humouring him.
'She! Why, you know! I forgot, of course, you don't know.

You mustn't ask.
Don't pry, Uncle Aribert.

She was wearing a red hat.' 'I'll take you to her, my dear Eugen.' Prince Aribert put his hands on the other's shoulder, but Eugen shook him off violently, stood up, and then sat down again.
Aribert looked at Racksole, and they both looked at Prince Eugen.

The latter's face was flushed, and Racksole observed that the left pupil was more dilated than the right.

The man started, muttered odd, fragmentary scraps of sentences, now grumbling, now whining.
'His mind is unhinged,' Racksole whispered in English.
'Hush!' said Prince Aribert.