“It is something that happens far too often,” the Duke said cynically.
“Of course and that is life,” the Prince agreed.
Then, as if he had no wish to go on thinking of himself, he said,
“I am deeply grateful and very relieved that you will look after Militsa. She has not yet been disillusioned about love, whatever she has suffered in other ways.”
“Then let’s hope that such a condition is not inevitable,” the Duke said.
He spoke lightly, but the Prince was frowning.
“Militsa is still young in years,” he said, “and you may not understand, but in the Orient they believe in ‘the Wheel of Rebirth’. If that is true, then she is one of those who have been born many times before.”
It struck the Duke that this was what he believed, but had never put it into words.
“I have studied Buddhism,”
