"Prince Coronel will be staying here," said the Princess. "Prepare a room for him and some refreshment for us both." And if they discussed those things in the servants' halls of those days (as why should they not?), no doubt they told each other that the Princess Hyacinth (bless her pretty face!) had found her man at last. Why, you only had to see her looking at him. But I get no assistance from Roger at this point; he pretends that he has a mind far above the gossip of the lower orders. "I say," said Coronel, as they went up the grand staircase, "I am not a Prince, you know. Don't say I have deceived you." "You are _my_ Prince," said Hyacinth proudly. "My dear, I am a king among men to-day, and you are my queen, but that's in our own special country of two." "If you are so particular," said Hyacinth, with a smile, "Father will make you a proper Prince directly he comes back." "Will he? That's what I'm wondering. You see he doesn't know yet about our little present to the Countess." * * * * * But it is quite time we got back to Belvane; we have left her alone too long. It was more than Udo did. Just now he was with her in her garden, telling her for the fifth time an extraordinarily dull story about an encounter of his with a dragon, apparently in its dotage, to which Belvane was listening with an interest which surprised even the narrator. "And then," said Udo, "I jumped quickly to the right, and whirling my--no, wait a bit, that was later--I jumped quickly to my left--yes, I remember it now, it _was_ my left--I jumped quickly to my left, and whirling my----" He stopped suddenly at the expression on Belvane's face. She was looking over his shoulder at something behind him. "Why, whoever is this?" she said, getting to her feet. Before Udo had completely cleared his mind of his dragon, the Princess and Coronel were upon them. "Ah, Countess, I thought we should find you together," said Hyacinth archly. "Let me present to you my friend, the Duke Coronel. Coronel, this is Countess Belvane, a very dear and faithful friend of mine. Prince Udo, of course, you know. His Royal Highness and the Countess are--well, it isn't generally known at present, so perhaps I oughtn't to say anything." Coronel made a deep bow to the astonished Belvane. [Illustration: _Let me present to you my friend the Duke Coronel_] "Your humble servant," he said. "You will, I am sure, forgive me if I say how glad I am to hear your news. Udo is one of my oldest friends"--he turned and clapped that bewildered Highness on the back--"aren't you, Udo? and I can think of no one more suitable in every way." He bowed again, and turned back to the Prince. "Well, Udo, you're looking splendid. A different thing, Countess, from when I last saw him. Let me see, that must have been just the day before he arrived in Euralia. Ah, what a miracle-worker True Love is!"