But think what your life is to--" "Well to-- ?" "To Ruritania." Was I right to play the part, or wrong to play the part?
I know not: evil lay both ways, and I dared not tell her the truth.
"Only to Ruritania ?" I asked softly.
A sudden flush spread over her incomparable face.
"To your friends, too," she said.
"Friends ?" "And to your cousin," she whispered, "and loving servant." I could not speak.

I kissed her hand, and went out cursing myself.
Outside I found Master Fritz, quite reckless of the footmen, playing at cat's-cradle with the Countess Helga.
"Hang it!" said he, "we can't always be plotting.

Love claims his share." "I'm inclined to think he does," said I; and Fritz, who had been by my side, dropped respectfully behind..