"Madame!" "Go back!" I said. "Go back!" She paused, looking bewildered. I walked quickly up to her. "Go back and keep quiet;" and, taking her by the shoulders, I pushed her back into the next room. The princess rushed to the other door, and, on finding it locked, screamed again. "Nobody," I remarked, "should embark on these things who has not good nerves." She recognized me now. Her fright had been purely physical--I suppose she thought I was a burglar. When she knew me, she came forward in a dignified way, sat down on the sofa, and said: "Explain your conduct, sir, if you are in a condition to do so." "I am sober, madame," said I; "and I have two messages for you." "You present yourself in a strange way. Pray be brief," and she glanced anxiously at the clock. "Time does not press, madame," said I. "Nobody will come." "Nobody will---- What do you mean? I expect nobody." "Precisely, madame--and nobody will come." Her ivory fan broke between her fingers with a sharp click. "What do you want?" she said. "To deliver my messages." "Well?" "First, Lord Daynesborough offers his apologies for being compelled to leave for Paris without tendering his farewell." She turned very red, and then very white. But she restrained herself. "And the other?" "His Royal Highness requests that you will avail yourself of my escort for an immediate return to Glottenberg." "And his reasons?" "Oh, madame, as if I should inquire them!" "You are merely insolent, sir. I shall not go to-night." "His Royal Highness was very urgent." She looked at me for a moment. "Why had Lord Daynesborough to leave so suddenly?" she asked suspiciously. "His wife wished it." "Did she know where he was?" "Apparently. She followed him to Glottenberg. She arrived there yesterday." "Now I see--now I understand! I had to deal with a traitor." "You must bestow trust, if you desire not to be deceived, madame. You dared to use me as a go-between." "You had had practice in the trade." The princess had a turn for repartee. I could not have set her right without quite an argument. I evaded the point. "And yet Your Royal Highness thought me a clumsy animal!" "Oh," she said, with a slight laugh, "it's wounded _amour propre_, is it? Come, Mr. Jason, I apologize. You are all that is brilliant and delightful--and English." "Your Royal Highness is too good." "And now, Mr. Jason, your device being accomplished, I suppose I may bid you good-night?" "I regret, madame, that I must press the prince's request on your notice." She sighed her usual impatient, petulant little sigh. "Oh, you are tiresome! Pray go!" "I cannot go without you, madame." "I am not going--and my establishment does not admit of my entertaining gentlemen," she said, with smiling effrontery. "Your Royal Highness refuses to allow me to attend you to Glottenberg?" "I order you to leave this room." "Finally refuses?" "Go."