Leopold--we are alone!" He caught the flash of her jewels, the soft brilliance of her eyes as she leaned towards him.

His voice sounded, even to himself, harsh and strident.
"You mistake, Princess.

My name is not Leopold.

I am Everard Dominey." "Oh, I know that you are very obstinate," she said softly, "very obstinate and very devoted to your marvellous country, but you have a soul, Leopold; you know that there are human duties as great as any your country ever imposed upon you.

You know what I look for from you, what I must find from you or go down into hell, ashamed and miserable." He felt his throat suddenly dry.
"Listen," he muttered, "until the hour strikes, I must remain to you as to the world, alone or in a crowd--Everard Dominey.