_Rome,
April 1st._
On entering my room I saw a cable lying on my desk and eagerly sprang
forward, tore it open, only to stagger back and sink into a chair, for
it said, “Breaking my engagement for reasons you can no doubt
surmise.” Your name was signed.
I have gone over everything. Perhaps you thought I was really flirting
with the divorcée--perhaps the Prince has been at the bottom of
this--maybe you have felt unduly wounded at my delay in returning,
which you must know is not my fault.
Exactly what I intended to do I am not sure, but in my excitement I
telephoned Lisa. She said, “Come over at once,” and I went. She knows
absolutely no reason for your action, and begged my forgiveness if she
had unwittingly caused trouble between us. Thank Heaven there is one
loyal woman. Oh! Polly my Pagan, is it the Prince?
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