both sighed; and the King, touching the Count's elbow, pointed out to the terrace of the Palace, on to which the room where they were opened. For Princess Osra and her lover were walking up and down together on this terrace. And the two shrugged their shoulders, smiling.
"With him," remarked the King, "it will have been with"
"The Countess, sire," discreetly interrupted Count Sergius of Antheim.
"Why, yes, the Countess," said the King, and with a laugh they turned back to their wine.
But the two on the terrace also talked.
"I do not yet understand it," said Princess Osra. "For on the first day I loved you, and on the second day I loved you, and on the third and the fourth and every day I loved you. Yet the first day was not like the second, nor the second like the third, nor any day like any other. And to-day, again, is unlike them all. Is love so various and full of changes?"
"Is it not?" he asked with a smile. "For while you were with the Queen, talking of I know not what"
"Nor I indeed," said Osra hastily.
"I was with the King, and he, saying
