If he shall think to cross your destiny--well, you have heard of the brazen and the earthen pot.' 'Do you call me pot?
You are ungallant, Baron,' laughed the Princess.
'Before we are done with your glory, I shall have called you by many different titles,' he replied.
The girl flushed with pleasure.

'But Frederic is still the Prince, _monsieur le flatteur_,' she said.

'You do not propose a revolution ?--you of all men ?' 'Dear madam, when it is already made!' he cried.

'The Prince reigns indeed in the almanac; but my Princess reigns and rules.' And he looked at her with a fond admiration that made the heart of Seraphina swell.
Looking on her huge slave, she drank the intoxicating joys of power.
Meanwhile he continued, with that sort of massive archness that so ill became him, 'She has but one fault; there is but one danger in the great career that I foresee for her.

May I name it?
may I be so irreverent?
It is in herself--her heart is soft.' 'Her courage is faint, Baron,' said the Princess.