Seeing that I wore a medal such as his Chancellor gives to men who sometimes do his country service, he spoke to me and inquired how I had obtained it.

It was an affair similar to the Balkistan; only there was not an army, but a mob.
The Princess was enchanting.

I grew reckless, and let her read my eyes more than once; but she pretended not to see what was in them.

At dinner a toast was given to his Majesty.

It was made with those steins I showed you, Jack.
The Princess said softly to me, kissing the rim of the stein she held: "My toast is not to the King, but to the gentleman!" I had both steins bundled up and left with the host, together with my address.
It was not long after that the eventful moment for our flight arrived.
I knew that I was basely to abuse the hospitality of the King.