"Not nearly enough, I assure you," responded Trafford, with exaggerated blandness. "I have her Majesty's orders to be in close attendance on her royal person. Until I get counter-orders from an equally high source I shall perform the pleasant and honourable duty of being in the closest possible proximity to our dear Sovereign." Hügelweiler's face became livid with rage. "Show me your orders!" he demanded harshly. "They were conveyed in a private note, otherwise I should have much pleasure, my superior officer." "I command you to show them to me!" cried the Captain, losing all patience; "and for heaven's sake cease tossing that infernal matchbox!" This was altogether too much for Trafford's sorely-tried self-control. He had held himself in with incalculable patience up to now, but he felt that the moment had arrived for letting himself go--thoroughly. [Illustration: "If I see so much as an inch of blade this little hand-grenade of mine will play havoc with your handsome features"] "Von Hügelweiler," he said in peculiarly distinct tones, "we live in stirring times. A King has just lost his throne, a number of high functionaries have been laid low, a mass of--shall I say, scum--has come to the surface. No, Captain, don't draw your sword," he said sternly, as the Captain flushed crimson and made a threatening movement with his sword-arm. "I am not an unarmed man, my brave officer"--poising the substantial matchbox in his right hand, in the manner of an athlete about to put the weight--"and if I see so much as an inch of blade this little hand-grenade of mine will play havoc with your handsome features. That's better," he went on, as the other shrank back furious but cowed before the strange missile which threatened his physical attractions, "that's much better, _mon brav_. Curse and swear and vow vengeance, but don't play any monkey tricks, or the Guards will want a smarter captain to lead them in the procession to-day. And one more word before you withdraw the sunshine of your presence from the room," he continued, as the other made a movement towards the door with mingled fury and disgust on his countenance. "I have taken a hand in the game which is being played in Grimland. I have thrown in my lot with Gloria von Schattenberg, and as her officer I am prepared to obey as well as command--in reason. But I won't be bullied, Herr Captain. I'm not built that way." "You shall answer for your insolence!'" came viciously through Von Hügelweiler's white teeth. "Maybe, but if you can get the Queen to sanction my arrest you're a cleverer man than you look, Von Hügelweiler." A curse hissed from the Captain's lips, and he half raised his clenched fist in a gesture of intolerable passion. Then his arm dropped limp to his side and a look of suffering came into his eyes, and when he spoke, it was hoarsely and with a break in his voice. "What is Gloria von Schattenberg to you?" he asked.