Come, Baron You are next." Truxton King, subdued and troubled in his mind, found himself studying his surroundings and the people who went so far to make them interesting.

He glanced from time to time at the delicate, eager profile of the girl beside him; at the soft, warm cheek and the caressing brown hair; at the little ear and the white slim neck of her--and realised just what had happened to him.

He had fallen in love; that was the plain upshot of it.

It had come to pass, just as he had hoped it would in his dearest dreams.

He was face to face with the girl of royal blood that the story books had created for him long, long ago, and he was doing just what he had always intended to do: falling heels over head and hopelessly in love with her.