The way he spoke made Ina frightened.
“I don’t – know what you are – saying,” she stammered, “and you have no right to ask me these – questions.”
She would have passed the Prince, thinking that she must go away from the Orangery and go back, as she had intended, to the hall to find out where the Marquis actually was.
But, when she would have passed him, the Prince put out his hands and laid them on her shoulders.
“Answer me,” he demanded. “Tell me when the Marquis asked you to marry him.”
Ina thought that it would be undignified to struggle and there was no reason why she should not tell the truth, so she replied,
“He told Aunt Lucy that he wished to marry me and she came to my bedroom last night to tell me the wonderful news. While she was there, as you have heard, Uncle George retu
