"So much the worse for the world," said I. "Your questions?"

"Ah! Who was that remarkably beautiful woman under your distinguished

care Thursday evening?"

"I see that our conversation is to be of the shortest duration. Who

she was is none of your business," rudely. I unfolded my paper and

began reading.

"Perhaps, after all," not the least perturbed by my insolence, "it were

best to state on paper what I have to say. I can readily appreciate

that the encounter is disagreeable. To meet one who has made a thing

impossible to you sets the nerves on edge." He caught up his opera

hat, his cane and gloves. He raised the lapel of his coat and sniffed

at the orchid in the buttonhole.

Some occult force bade me say, "Why do you wish to know who she was?"

He sat down again. "I shall be pleased to explain. That I mistook her

for another who I supposed was on the other side of the channel was a

natural mistake, as you will agree. Is it not strange that I should

mistake another to be the woman who is so soon to be my wife? Is there

not something behind this remarkable, unusual likeness? Since when are

two surpassingly beautiful women, born in different lands, of different

parents, the exact likeness of each other?"

Now as this was a thing which had occupied my mind more than once, I

immediately put aside the personal affair. That could wait. I threw

my paper onto the table.

"Do you know, sir," said I, "that thought echoes my own?"

"Let us for the moment put ourselves into the background," said the

Prince. "What do you know about her Serene Highness the Princess

Hildegarde; her history?"

"Very little; proceed."

"But tell me what you know."

"I know that her father was driven to a gambler's grave and that her

mother died of a broken heart, and that the man who caused all this

wishes to break the heart of the daughter, too."

"Scandal, all scandal," said the Prince. "Who ever heard of a broken

heart outside of a romantic novel? I see that the innkeeper has been

holding your ear. Ah, that innkeeper, that innkeeper! Certainly some

day there will come a reckoning."

"Yes, indeed," said I. "Beware of him."

"It was twenty years ago," said the Prince. "It is beyond the recall.

But let me proceed. Not many years ago there was a Prince, a very bad

fellow."




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