He could
not control his voice when he tried to speak naturally.
"Yes, gracious lady, I am guilty. It was
unpardonable to come when I knew the chaperone was gone.
But--ach! I could not wait!" throwing out both hands
to her. "I have waited so long! I knew when she did not
come to meet my sisters to-night she had resolved against
me, but I could not sleep uncertain. So I break all the
laws, and come!"
"You have seen her, then? She has told you?"
He nodded without speaking. His round face was red, and
something like tears stood in his eyes.
He waited irresolute a moment, and then threw up his
head.
"Soh! It is over! I shall not whine! You have been
very good to me," he said earnestly, taking Clara's hand.
"This is the first great trouble in my life. I have
loved her very dearly. I decided to make great
sacrifices for her. But I am not to have her--never."
"I am so sorry for you, prince." Clara squeezed his hand
energetically.
"Nor her dot. That would have been so comfortable for
me," he said simply.
Clara hid a smile, and bade him an affectionate
good-night.
As he passed into the outer salle a childish figure in
creamy lace rose before him, and a soft hand was held
out. "I know what has happened!" she whispered
passionately. "She has treated you scandalously! She
cannot appreciate YOU!"
Prince Hugo stuttered and coughed and almost kissed the
little hand which lay so trustingly in his. He found
himself safely outside at last, and drove away, wretched
to the soul.
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