"His Highness, the Prince of Saxe Leinitzer!" Duson stood away from the door with a low bow.

The Prince--in the buttonhole of whose frock-coat was a large bunch of Russian violets, passed across the threshold.

Mr.Sabin rose slowly from his chair.
"I fear," the Prince said suavely, "that I am an early visitor.

I can only throw myself upon your indulgence and plead the urgency of my mission." His arrival appeared to have interrupted a late breakfast of the Continental order.

The small table at which Lucille and Mr.Sabin were seated was covered with roses and several dishes of wonderful fruit.