“I just knew that this was what you would enjoy and having come to Hungary you will, I know, want to hear our renowned gypsy music.”
“Yes, of course,” Aletha nodded. “Is it at all possible?”
“Nothing is impossible where you are concerned,” he said, “and I will arrange for you to hear the gypsies tomorrow night. In fact we will hold a party.”
Aletha’s eyes lit up and she responded to him,
“That is very kind of you, but we have not yet met your mother or your father.”
“My mother is dead,” the Prince replied, “but my father, just like myself, enjoys a good party, particularly if it is given for someone very special.”
Aletha wanted to say she was quite sure that Prince Jözsel would not think that either she or Mr. Heywood were particularly special.
However she kept silent.
Later, after
