CHAPTER XI.
A week passed, but the question of the first call was not yet settled.
It required as much diplomacy as an international difficulty.

Furst Hugo represented the princesses as "burning with impatience to behold the engelreine Madchen whom they hoped to embrace as a sister," but no visible sign of their ardor reached Miss Vance.
On Monday Jean went to spend the day with some of her artist friends, but at noon she dashed into the room where Clara and Lucy sat sewing, her dark face blotched red, and her voice stuttering with excitement.
"I have seen into the cave!" she shouted.

"I have got at the truth! It's a rather stagy throne, the Wolfburghs! Plated, cheap!" "What is the matter with you ?" said Miss Vance.
"Nothing is the matter with ME.

It is Lucy's tragedy.

I've seen the magnificent ancient palace of the Wolfburghs.