"We will find a means," she said.
At her reception, an assemblage glittering with the diamonds and orders of the great ones of the earth, she found only time to say: "Come to-morrow at five.

I shall be alone." Darkness descended on Paul as he replied: "Impossible, Princess.
Colonel Winwood wants me at the House." The next morning, greatly daring, he rang her up; for a telephone stood on the Fortunate Youth's table in his private sitting-room in Portland Place.
"It is I, Princess, Paul Savelli." "What have you to say for yourself, Paul Savelli ?" "I am at your feet." "Why can't you come to-day ?" He explained.
"But tell Colonel Winwood that I want you"-- the voice was imperious.
"Would that be wise, Princess ?" "Wise ?" "Yes.

Don't you see ?" He waited for an answer.

There was blank electric current whirring faintly on his ear.

He thought she had rung off--rung off not only this conversation, but all converse in the future.