By this time he had his voice and nerves under control.

Without apparent volition they walked down the stairs which led to the conservatory.
"I thought perhaps you had forgotten me," she said.
[Illustration: "I thought you had forgotten me," she said.] "Forget your highness?
Do not give me credit for such an impossibility." He bowed over her hand and brushed it with his lips, for she was almost royal now.

"Your highness will be happy.

It is written." He stepped back slowly.
"Have you the gift of prescience ?" "In this instance.

You will be a great queen." "Who knows ?" dreamily.