““I say,” he said, smiling his very white smile and pulling her a touch closer. “You don’t look half bad in the sunlight. It brings out a perky red in your hair.” “Oh, honestly,” said Azalea, trying to tug her hand away gently. “Mr. Hyette, please.” “You don’t find me handsome?” “No.” Mr. Hyette’s smile faded. “Now see here,” he said. “You certainly have no right to be picky. Everyone knows the point of this silly riddle is to find the future King.””
