She puts one foot upon the lower step of the throne; she looks about her; and, with a quick bound, she seats herself.

Upon her tumbled curls she hastily puts the crown; with her small white hand she grasps the sceptre; and then, rising, waves it, and issues her commands.

The crowd of emotions which serve as her satellites, seize the great seal from the sleeping Prudence, and the new Queen reigns! All this now happened to Lawrence.

Never before had he looked into the eyes of a woman who loved him; and, leaning over towards this one, he put his arm around her and drew her towards him.

"And never shall you be alone," he said.
She looked up at him with tears starting to her eyes, and then she put her head against his breast.