"But then, you take no luncheon, Prince," Lady Grace reminded
him.

"I never lunch out," the Prince answered, "but I have always what
is sufficient for me."

"Tell me," the Duchess asked, "is it true that you are thinking
of settling down amongst us? Your picture is in the new
illustrated paper this week, you know, with a little sketch of
your career. We are given to understand that you may possibly
make your home in this country."

The Prince smiled, and in his smile there seemed to be a certain
mysticism. One could not tell, indeed, whether it came from some
pleasant thought flitting through his brain, or whether it was
that the idea itself was so strange to him.

"I have no plans, Duchess," he said. "Your country is very
delightful, and the hospitality of the friends I have made over
here is too wonderful a thing to be described; but one never
knows."

Lady Grace bent towards Sir Charles, who was sitting by her side.

"I can never understand the Prince," she murmured. "Always he
seems as though he took life so earnestly. He has a look upon his
face which I never see in the faces of any of you other young
men."

"He is a bit on the serious side," Sir Charles admitted.