'My dear Princess----' 'Oh, please don't call me that!' cried Angela.

'You never do----' 'You see, you are a great personage now, my dear child,' Madame Bernard answered, 'and I am no longer your governess----' 'But you are my friend, dear, dear Madame Bernard! Indeed, I think you are my only friend now!' And thereupon Angela threw her arms round the little woman's neck and kissed her very affectionately.

Madame Bernard's fresh face beamed with pleasure.
'Thank you, my dear,' she answered.

'And as for your father, my child, he is without doubt in heaven; and that means that he now judges you by your intentions and no longer by appearances only.' This sage little speech reassured Angela, though she soon afterwards asked herself whether it was quite loyal to allow any one to say that the Prince had ever judged her 'by appearances only.' But while she was making this reflection Madame Bernard was already telephoning to Giovanni, who was at the War Office, as Angela supposed, and he answered with alacrity that he would come to the palace on the following afternoon and ask to see Madame Bernard on a matter of business.

It was really her business to teach French, as all the servants knew, and if they thought that the young officer came to ask about some lessons for himself or a friend, so much the better.