"Her Royal Highness!" he muttered.
"The crown princess, and I never suspected.

Her name is Alexia, and she serves the princess whenever she can! Maurice, you are an ass!" Having arrived at this conclusion, and brushing the dank hair from his eyes, he thrust his hands into his oozing pockets, and proceeded across the square toward the Continental, wondering if there was a rear entrance.

Happily the adventure absorbed all his thoughts.

He was quite unobservant of the marked attention bestowed on him.

Carriages filled the Strasse, and many persons moved along the walks.