Lady Deppingham was glancing open-mouthed from one to the other.

The Enemy stood there in the sun, bareheaded, dazed, unbelieving, while the carriage whirled past and up the street.

Both women turned to look back at him as they rounded the corner into the avenue; both were smiling.
"I must be dreaming," murmured the Enemy.
Britt took him by the arm.

"Do you know her ?" he asked.

The Enemy turned upon him with a radiant gleam in his once sombre disconsolate eyes.
"Do you think I'd be grinning at her like a damned fool if I didn't?
Why the dickens didn't you tell me that it was the Princess Genevra of Rapp-Thorberg who was coming ?" "Never thought of it.