As if she could not help herself, Lady Odele replied with a faint smile,
“Are you really telling me, Ivan, that there has been something missing? I always thought that everything about your life was complete and perfect.”
“As complete as it was possible to be,” the Prince added, “but always in the background of my life has been the wife I was married to for only six months.”
There was no need for him to say anything more.
Even Lady Odele’s limited imagination could conjure up a picture of the poor mad creature who bore his name, hidden away in Hungary while he wandered the world alone.
It struck her with an unusual perception, because she was not a very imaginative woman, that with all his houses, Castles, Châteaux and Palaces, not one of them without a wife and family was really a ho
