"This is the first great trouble in my life.

I have loved her very dearly.

I decided to make great sacrifices for her.

But I am not to have her--never." "I am so sorry for you, prince." Clara squeezed his hand energetically.
"Nor her dot.

That would have been so comfortable for me," he said simply.
Clara hid a smile, and bade him an affectionate good-night.
As he passed into the outer salle a childish figure in creamy lace rose before him, and a soft hand was held out.