“How came _you_ to make her acquaintance? Tell me everything!--you know I will not misjudge you!” “Indeed, Sir, I hope you will not!” returned the Professor earnestly;--“For there was never a man more hopelessly involved than myself in the net prepared for me by this romantic lover, who has the honour to be your son. In the first place, directly I heard this confession of marriage, I was for telling you at once; but as he had bound me by my word of honour before he began the story, to keep his confidence sacred, I was unable to disburden myself of it. He said he wanted to secure me as a friend for his wife. ‘That,’ said I firmly, ‘I will never be! For there will be difficulty when all is known; and if it comes to a struggle between a pretty fishwife and the good of a king--ach!--mein Gott!--I am not for the fishwife!’” The King smiled; and Von Glauben went on. “Well, he assured me she was not a fishwife. I said ‘What is she then?’ ‘I tell you,’ he replied, ‘she is an angel! You will come and see her; you will pass as an old friend of her sailor husband; and when you have seen her you will understand!’ I was angry, and said I would not go with him; but afterwards I thought perhaps it would be best if I did, as I might be able to advise him to some wise course. So I accompanied him one afternoon in the past autumn to The Islands (he was married last summer) and saw the girl,--the ‘Glory-of-the-Sea.’ And I must confess to your Majesty, my heart went down before her beauty and innocence in absolute worship! And if you were to kill me for it, I cannot help it--I am now as devoted to her service as I am to yours!” “Good!” said the King gently;--“Then you must help me to console her in Humphry’s absence!” Professor Von Glauben’s eyes opened widely, with a vague look of alarm. “In his absence, Sir?” “Yes! I am sending him abroad. He is quite willing to go, he tells me. His departure will make all things perfectly easy for us. The girl must remain in her present ignorance as to the position of the man she has really married. The sailor she supposes him to be will accompany the Prince on his yacht,--and it must be arranged that he never returns! She is young, and will easily be consoled!” Von Glauben was silent. “_You_ will not betray the Prince’s identity with her lover,” went on the King, “and no one else knows it. In fact, you will be the very person best qualified to tell her of his departure, and--in due time, of his fictitious death!” They were walking slowly under the heavy shadow of crossed ilex boughs,--and Von Glauben came to a dead halt.