Then with a little sigh she said,
“Very well, Your Grace. To prevent you from being inconvenienced by my becoming ill I will accept the offer of Lady Radstock’s coat, but as you suggest I will pay for the privilege by mending anything that I am given either of hers or of anybody else’s.”
“Pride! Pride!” the Duke said. “When Sir Walter Scott wrote of ‘burning pride and high disdain’ he might have been thinking of you!”
The Princess raised her chin.
“You may mock at pride, Your Grace, but you forget it is the only thing I have left and therefore very precious.”
The Duke smiled.
“I understand that. At the same time, as I have already suggested, if you think of your father, pride could be harmful. What is needed is love.”
He was surprised at his own words as he said them, but they seeme
