He had no country then save the paradise where lovers walk, no ruler but a queen, and I was she.

And now--" Dominey felt a strange pang of distress.

She saw the unusual softening in his face, and her eyes lit up.
"Just for a moment," she broke off, "you were like Leopold.

As a rule, you know, you are not like him.

I think that you left him somewhere in Africa and came home in his likeness." "Believe that for a little time," Dominey begged earnestly.
"What if it were true ?" she asked abruptly.