“My name is Prince Ivor Kerlensky,” Ivor said in a lofty manner. “As you have suggested, my sister and I will look round while we are waiting.”
Everything in the shop was clearly worth looking at, but Weena was convinced that it was all very expensive.
They were both viewing a picture by Van Dyck that was undoubtedly in a very good condition when there was the sound of voices.
A man who was clearly the Proprietor accompanied by an older man and a young woman were walking along the passage and into the main part of the shop.
As they did so Ivor gave an exclamation and moved towards them.
He held out his hand to the girl walking behind the older man and said,
“I have been thinking about you and cursing myself in being so stupid as not to ask you for your address.”
The girl gave a litt
