Zelina gave a gasp and then she moved past the aide-de-camp through the door into the corridor, saying as she went,
“I must – go to Lord Charnock – at once. Please tell me – where I can find him.”
She had escaped from the Prince and had proceeded quite a long way down the corridor before the aide-de-camp caught up with her.
“Where is his – Lordship?” Zelina asked him, her breath coming fitfully from between her lips.
“I am afraid, Miss Tiverton,” he replied, “ that you cannot speak to his Lordship at the moment because he is in conference with His Imperial Majesty and cannot be disturbed.”
Zelina stopped.
“I must – speak to – him!” she insisted, more to herself than to the aide-de-camp.
“I am sure you will be able to do so,” he replied. “His Lordship will make his farewells to Her M
