Frederick-Christian II, since the death of his father three years previously, reigned over the destinies of the Kingdom of Hesse-Weimar. Young and thoroughly Parisian in his tastes, he felt terribly bored in his middle-class capital and sought every opportunity of going, incognito, to have a little fun in Paris. During each visit he never failed to call upon Susy d'Orsel, and by degrees, coming under the sway of her charms, he made her a sort of official mistress, an honor which greatly redounded to her glory and popularity. He had installed her in a dainty little apartment in the Rue de Monceau. It was on the third floor and charmingly furnished. In fact, he was in the habit of declaring that his Queen Hedwige, despite all her wealth, was unable to make her apartment half so gracious and comfortable. Thus it was that Susy d'Orsel waited patiently for the arrival of her royal lover, who had telephoned her he would be with her on the night of December the thirty-first. The official residence of the King while in Paris was the Royal Palace Hotel, and although in strict incognito, he rarely spent the whole night out. But he intended to make the last night of the year an exception to this rule. As became a gallant gentleman, he had himself seen to the ordering of the supper, and a procession of waiters from the first restaurants of Paris had been busy all the afternoon preparing for the feast. Suddenly a discreet ring at the bell startled Susy d'Orsel. "That's queer, I didn't expect the King until one o'clock!" she exclaimed. She opened the door and saw a young girl standing on the landing. "Oh, it's you, Mademoiselle Pascal! What are you coming at this hour for?" "Excuse me, Madame, for troubling you, but I've brought your lace negligee. It took me quite a time to finish, and I thought you'd probably like it as soon as possible." "Oh, I thought it had already come. I'm very glad you brought it. There would have been a fine row if it hadn't been ready for me to wear this evening." Susy d'Orsel took the dressmaker into her bedroom and turned on the electric lights. The gown was then unwrapped and displayed. It was of mousseline de soie, trimmed with English point. Susy examined it with the eye of a connoisseur and then nodded her head. "It's fine, my girl, you have the fingers of a fairy, but it must put your eyes out." "It is very hard, Madame, especially working by artificial light, and in winter the days are so short and the work very heavy. That is why I came to you at this late hour." Susy smiled. "Late hour! Why the evening is just beginning for me." "Our lives are very different, Madame." "That's right, I begin when you stop, and if your work is hard, mine isn't always agreeable." The two women laughed and then Susy took off her wrapper and put on the new negligee. "My royal lover is coming this evening." "Yes, I know," answered Marie Pascal. "Your table looks very pretty."