They had ridden for some way before the Prince informed her,
“I have been thinking about a new identity for you.”
“Of course that is ‒ important,” Forella agreed.
“I think the best thing and certainly the most plausible,” he said, “is to say that you are the daughter of a Hungarian friend who is coming to stay with me.”
“Hungarian?” Forella interrupted.
“I am going to suggest that you take your mother’s name,” the Prince said, “and, unless I am mistaken, she had a title.”
“She was a Countess,” Forella confirmed, “but, of course, she never used it.”
“Now it will come in useful. You will be the Countess Forella Rakozi.”
Forella laughed.
“But I am trying to escape from Society and all its glittering baubles!”
The Prince smiled.
“On this occasion you must accept such frivolities. I
