"It is Prince Charles, Lotzen's brother," he explained.
"And the Duke?" I asked.
"Still with the Army, I suppose."
Then the Princess swung by and, catching my eye, gave me a quick smile.
"Sort of a relief, isn't it?" Courtney remarked.
I nodded mechanically.
"Only I wouldn't tell her so," he said.
"Wouldn't tell her what?" I demanded.
"That you were relieved to know she could dance."
"I never doubted it," I said shortly.
He looked surprised. "Oh!" he remarked; "Oh!"--and fell to stroking
his imperial.
"Courtney," said I, "you're a great fool--and I'm another."
"True, Major, quite true; I found that out long ago."
My irritation went down before his unfailing good nature. It was
always so.
"Since we are unanimous on that point," I said, "I have no ground for
quarrel."
I danced the next number with Lady Helen, the youngest daughter of Lord
Radnor, the British Ambassador. We were old friends, after the modern
fashion. I had met her in Washington some four or five years before,
while on staff duty, and we had danced and dined ourselves into each
other's regard. Then, Lord Radnor was transferred to Dornlitz and I
went back into active service.
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