“Please do that,” Gloria insisted.
The Prince looked at her critically.
“Are you really saying that you want to be with me?”
“It is ‘Hobson’s Choice,” Gloria replied, “and, if I have to choose between you and The Palace, then you will certainly get my vote.”
The Prince threw back his head and laughed.
“You are incorrigible. I see that my marriage is to be very different from what I might have expected.”
“I should hope so, considering you wanted to opt out of it and disappear into the wilds,” Gloria remarked. “And even if you do, I would rather be left alone in a house of my own than cramped here with your large number of relatives penning me in.”
“That is exactly the right word,” the Prince approved, “and what I already find myself.”
He walked towards the door.
“Now leave it to me
