"Mind what I am saying? I have no patience," he cried. "Pray," he continued, turning to the Princess with a sneering laugh, "does your ladyship intend to marry me now you have carried me off?" The Princess did not speak. "By Jupiter! Chumbley," cried Hilton, bursting into a forced laugh, "it must be leap-year. I had forgotten it, and the ladies are having it all their own way. May I ask again," he cried, "does your ladyship intend to marry me?" "Yes," she replied, quietly, and in a slow decided way, "I do. Why do you mock at me? Is it such a hard fate to be my husband--my prince-- when I say to you--see how I and my people suffer? You are a warrior--a captain--who can fight, and lead, and train men to defend themselves, a few against crowds. Here is my home--here are my lands; take all--take me and my people. Be rajah, and rule over us all. You shall have my wealth, and the rich things my people will bring you; but train them to fight so that they can protect our lands and make our enemies hold us in respect and fear. They will shrink away then like the cowards they are, as soon as they know that it is a prince who rules, and no longer a weak woman." "Why don't you join me in laughing at all this, Chum, old fellow?" cried Hilton, who seemed bitter and soured by the treatment he had received from Helen. "I don't see anything to laugh at," said Chumbley, sturdily, as he watched his companions intently. "No; why does he laugh?" cried the Inche Maida, whose fierce dark eyes now grew soft with tears. "I laugh," cried Hilton, angrily, "because your proposals are absurd. There must be an end to all this. Let me and my friend go away at once." "And my people--what of them--what of mine enemies?" said the Inche Maida, almost imploringly. "You appealed to our Government, madam, and they regretted that they could not interfere," said Hilton. "I am honoured by your proposals, but I must say the same." "I do not understand quite everything you say," she replied; "but do not mock me. I can bear everything but that. Think of what I have said, and forgive me if I have been too rough with you, for remember, if I had said `come to me,'--you would not have come." "No," said Hilton, smiling, "I should not." "You see you drove me to do this thing," said the Princess, eagerly, "and it has made your wrath hot against me; but I ask you to pardon me, my lord. See, I kneel to you for forgiveness. Can I be more humble?" "Will you be good enough to rise, madam," said Hilton, who was beginning to regret his former mocking way, now he saw the Inche Maida's earnestness and trust in him; and he raised her by her hands, which clung to his entreatingly. "Shall I retire somewhere else?" said Chumbley, in a manner that might have been taken for either serious or mocking.