“Then, of course, it is disgraceful that she should be expected to marry an old man. No wonder the poor girl felt she would rather die.”
“That is exactly what she said and I felt sure you would understand, ma’am.”
“Did she tell you the name of the man he wanted her to marry?” the King asked.
“She did. He is called Prince Federovski.”
Queen Olga gave a little cry.
“Oh, I know him. He is a horrible and disgusting man. He was invited to one of my father’s parties in St. Petersburg and behaved abominably. My father swore that he would never invite him again.”
“Then you will understand that this young girl is horrified at being forced to become his third wife.”
“Of course I do,” the Queen agreed. “What have you done with her, David?”
“She is waiting in one of the drawing rooms.”
“Then
