He read them over, and once again he smiled. He was still quite contented with what he had done. "And I wonder," he said to himself, "what Max would say if he knew?" There was a great surprise waiting for Max, and well might the King wonder what that interesting young man would make of it. Yes, it was just as well that Max should not know anything about it beforehand; Max might run away. CHAPTER XI A ROYAL COMMISSION I While the King and the Prime Minister had thus been giving each other shocks of a somewhat unpleasant character, Prince Max had received a far pleasanter one. Only a week after the holding of the King's court the lady of his dreams had written asking for an interview. The letter was not dated from the Archbishop's palace, but from the Home of the Little Lay-Sisters; and it was thither that he repaired, in order to forestall her humble yet amazing offer to wait upon him. In the bare, conventual parlor, with high walls that echoed resoundingly and boards that smelt of soap, they met once more face to face and alone. She courtesied low, addressed him formally as "sir," and thanked him with due deference for coming; otherwise there was no change in her demeanor. The flat-frilled cap showed within its border a delicate ripple of hair, and above the fair breastplate of linen the face shone with tender warmth like a white rose resting upon snow; and as her lips moved in speech he re-encountered with a fervor of delight that curious quality of look which had ever haunted his dreams--a communicativeness not limited to words. Though it remained still her whole face spoke to him; lips and eyes made music together--a harmony of two senses in alliance, as into morning mist comes the yet unrisen light and the hidden singing of birds. And yet all the while she was but saying quite ordinary things, making brief the embarrassment of this their first meeting since their relative positions had become explained. "I have taken you at your word, sir," she began. "When we last met you asked if you could not be useful. Now you can." "Your remembrance makes me grateful," said the Prince. "Perhaps I ought not to be so confident," she went on, "since the idea is only my own. It came from something I heard my father saying; and as he strongly disapproves of women taking part in politics it was no use saying anything to him." "Oh, politics?" That explanation rather surprised him. "Sometimes--just now and then," explained Sister Jenifer, "politics do touch social needs: and to their detriment." "My acquaintance with politics," answered the Prince, "is very--Chimerical," he added after a pause, pleased to have found the term. "Yes," she smiled, "I have heard you. You are full of happy ideas, many of them somewhat contradictory; but you have not yet fallen into any groove. To you freedom means rebellion; you represent no vested interest." "Is that my certificate of character?"