This is Rags talking to you, don't you understand, John? I want you to sit here and not move until I come back!" A minute later she had crossed the room under cover of the darkness. "Baron Marchbanks," she whispered softly, standing just behind his chair. He motioned her to sit down. "Have you room in your car for two more passengers to-night?" One of the aides turned around abruptly. "His lordship's car is full," he said shortly. "It's terribly urgent." Her voice was trembling. "Well," said the prince hesitantly, "I don't know." Lord Charles Este looked at the prince and shook his head. "I don't think it's advisable. This is a ticklish business anyhow with contrary orders from home. You know we agreed there'd be no complications." The prince frowned. "This isn't a complication," he objected. Este turned frankly to Rags. "Why is it urgent?" Rags hesitated. "Why"--she flushed suddenly--"it's a runaway marriage." The prince laughed. "Good!" he exclaimed. "That settles it. Este is just being official.
