He was in evening dress, and, what of his broad shoulders and kingly head, he looked magnificent.

And then there was that faint and unmistakable touch of awkwardness in his movements.

I almost think I could have loved him for that alone.

And as I looked at him I was aware of a great joy.

I felt again the pulse of his palm on mine, the touch of his lips; and such pride was mine that I felt I must rise up and cry out to the assembled company: "He is mine! He has held me in his arms, and I, mere I, have filled that mind of his to the exclusion of all his multitudinous and kingly thoughts!" At the head of the room, Miss Brentwood introduced him to Colonel Van Gilbert, and I knew that the latter was to preside.