The king took it and held it a moment in his, and a sad, very sad smile overspread his face.
"Alas!" he said, "I cannot leave the palace.

I have no little grand-daughter like Mademoiselle.

I am alone, always alone.

Farewell, my little demoiselle.

Les voila qui viennent." The last words he seemed to speak right into her ears, so clear and loud they sounded.