CHAPTER 11.
Hunting a Very Big Boar The terrible temptation which was assailing me will now be understood.
I could so force Michael's hand that he must kill the King.

I was in a position to bid him defiance and tighten my grasp on the crown--not for its own sake, but because the King of Ruritania was to wed the Princess Flavia.

What of Sapt and Fritz?
Ah! but a man cannot be held to write down in cold blood the wild and black thoughts that storm his brain when an uncontrolled passion has battered a breach for them.

Yet, unless he sets up as a saint, he need not hate himself for them.

He is better employed, as it humbly seems to me, in giving thanks that power to resist was vouchsafed to him, than in fretting over wicked impulses which come unsought and extort an unwilling hospitality from the weakness of our nature.
It was a fine bright morning when I walked, unattended, to the princess's house, carrying a nosegay in my hand.