He sprang to his feet and stared so fiercely at the intruder that the girl's heart failed her, and she had not even the presence of mind to turn and run.
"What do you want ?" he said to her shortly, for he spoke English perfectly.

"You are the young woman from Chicago, I suppose ?" "No," answered Miss Baxter, forgetting for the moment the _role_ she was playing; "I am from London." "Well, it doesn't matter; you are the young woman who is arranging my wife's correspondence ?" "Yes." The Prince strode rapidly forward and grasped her by the wrist, his brow dark with a forbidding frown.

He spoke in a hoarse whisper: "Listen, my good girl! Do you want to get more money from me than you will get from the Princess in ten years' service?
Hearken, then, to what I tell you.

If there are any letters from--from--men, will you bring them to me ?" Miss Baxter was thoroughly frightened, but she said to the Prince sharply,-- "If you do not let go my wrist, I'll scream.

How dare you lay your hand on me ?" The Prince released her wrist and stepped back.
"Forgive me," he said; "I'm a very miserable man.