CHAPTER VI.
Forrest crossed the room and waited his opportunity until the Princess was alone.
"Let me take you somewhere," he said.

"I want to talk to you." She laid her fingers upon his arm, and they walked slowly away from the crowded part of the ballroom.
"So you are up again," she remarked looking at him curiously.

"Does that mean-- ?" "It means nothing, worse luck," he answered, "except that I have twenty-four hours' leave.

I am off back again at eight o'clock to-morrow morning.

Tell me about this De Brensault affair.