Pierre's visible return was preceded by a great chatter of his voice, now in English, again in French. Evidently he had more than one companion. Hagané and Yuki drew apart. Pierre stood at the door which, with a wide French gesture, he had flung open. The tall figure of Minister Todd entered, followed closely by Count Ronsard. It was the latter who saw to the careful closing of the door. "Mr. Todd!" Yuki faltered, under her breath. Here was a new and terrible trial. Hagané gave her a glance. He saw her slight figure stiffen, and her face grow still again. The light upon his stern countenance was almost as beautiful as her own. Pierre began a hurried and vaporous explanation. "Mr. Todd was here, your Highness, as you were already aware. He desired greatly to come, and his Excellency, the count, wished it!" "Entirely unofficial," Ronsard hastened to add. "It is a personal misunderstanding, nothing more. I have been assuring Mr. Todd that it is utterly unofficial!" Todd raised his thin hand. Reassurance had already come to him. Yuki was safe, and Hagané had the look of an altarpiece. No personal harm, at least, was to be done. "Before this goes one step further I want to say for myself, that unless Prince Hagané is quite willing to have me, I leave at once. I don't pretend to understand what has happened, but I have full faith in Yuki and her husband. There, your Highness! I am through with my little stunt. Shall I strike roots, or reverse the throttle?" "Unless against the wishes of Madame la Princesse, I desire you to remain." "Madame la Princesse!" mocked Pierre, angrily, under his breath. Yuki's dignity equalled that of her husband. "Kindly remain, Mr. Todd," she murmured, with a slight bow. "Your Highness," said Todd, still addressing Hagané, "now tell us how many grains of wheat are in this chaff of foolishness Pierre is giving us! Something about your going to send my little Yuki off like a piece of broken china, for him, Le Beau, to patch together at his leisure. Pshaw! Of course the boy is out of his head!" Hagané thought deeply before he made reply. His sobriety and deliberation gave unusual weight to speech always impressive. Each word was a nail driven straight into the lid of an abandoned hope. "Madame la Princesse has offended in a way peculiarly Japanese,--difficult, I think,--too difficult even for your sympathy and kindness to comprehend. There is no need to dwell upon it. She leaves me of her own free will. She and I understand each other perfectly. That is all! We shall detain you two gentlemen but a moment." "Entirely unofficial, your Excellency will observe," whispered Ronsard, nervously, to the American. "Yes, yes, I made that much out for myself," said Todd to Hagané. "If you intend to separate, it is deplorable, but clearly none of my business. It's the other heinous suggestion, that of handing her over to another man, that makes me hot in the collar. Don't tell me I must believe this of your Highness!"