Now, my dears--I'm not going to Highness either of you--you are simply two lone people who like each other immensely, yet who are drifting apart through foolish misunderstandings that a few words would put right if either of you had sense enough to speak them, which you haven't, and that's why I'm here to speak them for you.

Now, madame, I am ready to swear that the Prince has never said anything to me that did not show his deep love for you, and if you had overheard us, you would not need me to tell you so.

He thinks that you have a fancy for that idiot von Schaumberg--not that I ever saw the poor man; but he is bound to be an idiot, or the Prince wouldn't be jealous of him.

As nobody has stolen the diamonds after all this fuss, so no one has stolen the affection of either of you from the other.

I can see by the way you look at each other that I won't need to apologize for leaving you alone together while I run upstairs to pack." "Oh, but you are not going to leave us ?" cried the Princess.
"I should be delighted to stay; but there is no rest for the wicked, and I must get back to London." With that the girl ran to her room and there re-read the letter she had received.
"Dear Miss Baxter (it ran),--We are in a very considerable dilemma here, so I write asking you to see me in London without delay, going back to the Tyrol later on if the investigation of the diamond mystery renders your return necessary.