"My brother Otho, a vestry-man at St.Mark's--" "Aunt Dora!" pleaded Olivia.

"Tell us," she besought the prince.
"King Otho I of Yaque," the prince was begining, but the title was not to be calmly received by Mrs.Hastings.
"_King_ Otho!" she articulated.

"Then--am I royalty ?" "All who may possibly succeed to the throne Blackstone holds to be royalty," said the lawyer in an edictal voice, and St.George looked away from Olivia.
_The Princess Olivia_! "King Otho," continued the prince, "ruled wisely and well for seven months, and it was at the beginning of that time that the imperial submarine was sent to the Azores with letters and a packet to you.
The enterprise, however, was attended by so great danger of discovery that it was never repeated.

This is why, for so long, you have had no word from the king.

And now I come," said the prince with hesitation, "to the difficult part of my narrative." He paused and Mr.Frothingham rushed to his assistance.
"As the family solicitor," said the lawyer, pursing his lips, and waving his hands, once, from the wrists, "would you not better divulge to my ear alone, the--a--" "No--no!" flashed Olivia.