She scrutinized me, and rose from her chair. 'I must try some other shop. How is it, that if these English people cannot make a "berthe" fit to wear, they do not conceive the idea of importing such things from Paris? I will take your arm, Harry.' 'You have bought nothing,' I remarked. 'I have as much as I went for,' she replied, and gravely thanked the assistant leaning on his thumbs across the counter; after which, dropping the graceless play of an enigma, she inquired whether I had forgotten the Frau von Dittmarsch. I had, utterly; but not her maiden name of Sibley. 'Miss Goodwin, is she one of those who are coming to the island?' 'Frau von Dittmarsch? Yes. She takes an interest in you. She and I have been in correspondence ever since my visit to Sarkeld. It reminds me, you may vary my maiden name with the Christian, if you like. Harry, I believe you are truthful as ever, in spite--' 'Don't be unjust,' said I. 'I wish I could think I was!' she rejoined. 'Frau von Dittmarsch was at Sarkeld, and received terrible news of you. She called on me, at my father's residence over the water yonder, yesterday afternoon, desiring greatly to know--she is as cautious as one with a jewel in her custody-- how it fared with you, whether you were actually in a dying state. I came here to learn; I have friends here: you were not alone, or I should have called on you. The rumour was that you were very ill; so I hired a furnished place for Frau von Dittmarsch at once. But when I saw you and him together, and the parting between you, I began to have fears; I should have countermanded the despatch I sent by the boat, had it been possible.' 'It has gone! And tell me the name of the other.' 'Frau von Dittmarsch has a husband.' 'Not with her now. Oh! cruel! speak: her name?' 'Her name, Harry?' Her title is Countess von Delzenburg.' 'Not princess?' 'Not in England.' Then Ottilia was here! My father was indeed a magician! CHAPTER XLVIII THE PRINCESS ENTRAPPED 'Not princess in England,' could betoken but one thing--an incredible act of devotion, so great that it stunned my senses, and I thought of it, and of all it involved, before the vision of Ottilia crossing seas took possession of me. 'The Princess Ottilia, Miss Goodwin?' 'The Countess of Delzenburg, Harry.' 'To see me? She has come!' 'Harry, you talk like the boy you were when we met before you knew her. Yes and yes to everything you have to say, but I think you should spare her name.' 'She comes thinking me ill?' 'Dying.' 'I'm as strong as ever I was.' 'I should imagine you are, only rather pale.' 'Have you, tell me, Clara, seen her yourself? Is she well?' 'Pale: not unwell: anxious.' 'About me?' 'It may be about the political affairs of the Continent; they are disturbed.' 'She spoke of me?' 'Yes.' 'She is coming by the next boat?' 'It's my fear that she is.' 'Why do you fear?'