His eyes met hers and for a moment it was impossible for either of them to move.
Then with a feeling of dismay, Angelina realised that the carriage had come to a standstill and there were the familiar white porticoed houses of Belgrave Square on one side and the green painted railings of the garden on the other.
“We are – home!” she said, a note of regret in her voice that she could not prevent.
“Yes, but only for a few hours,” the Prince said. “And let me tell you, Angelina, those hours will seem very long to me.”
The words were simple enough, but the way he said them made the colour come into Angelina’s cheeks.
“I will – come to the mews – if it is possible.”
“It has to be possible!” the Prince said fiercely. “Make no mistake, Angelina, I have to see you. If you fail me tonight, I
