"A moment ago I was dreaming.

I thought that I was back once more at Versailles, and in the presence of my Queen." She laughed softly.
"There may be no Versailles," she murmured, "but you will be a courtier to the end of your days." "At least," he said, "believe me that my congratulations come from my heart.

Your happiness is written in your face, and your husband must be the proudest man in England." He was standing now by her side, and he held out his hand to Mr.Sabin.
"I hope, sir," he said pleasantly, "that you bear me no ill-will." "It would be madness," Mr.Sabin answered.

"To be the most beautiful peeress in England is perhaps for Helene a happier fate than to be the first queen of a new dynasty." "And you, uncle ?" Helene said.

"You are back from your exile then.