As we spun along the pavement a light flashed into the window.

The Princess sat before me.

There was a ringing in my ears, and I breathed quickly.

But I said no word; it was for her to speak first.
"Monsieur is an American," she began.

"The American is of a chivalric race." "That should be the aim of all men," I replied.
"But it is not so.