had already gained the advancement which it was in his power to secure for her.
"She wanted something new, so she made him bring your Majesty," he ended, laughing.
"Was my brother-in-law unwilling?"
"Oh, no. He didn't understand," laughed Varvilliers. "He was proud to bring you."
"It's rather awkward for me. I suppose I oughtn't to have come?"
"Ah, sire, when we have enjoyed ourselves, let us not be ungrateful. She amused you?"
"She certainly interested me."
He shrugged his shoulders. "What more do you want?" he seemed to ask. But I was wondering whether I should be justified in lending countenance to these distractions of William Adolphus. The Frenchman's quick wit overtook my thoughts.
"If you wish to rescue the Prince from danger, sire," he said, laughing, "you can't do better than come often."
"It seems to me that I'm in danger of quarrelling either with my sister or with my brother-in-law."
"If I were you, I should feel myself in a danger more delightful."
"But why not yourself equally, Vicomte? Aren't you in love with her?"
"Not I," he answered, with a laugh and a shake of his head.
"But why not?" I asked, laughing also.
"Can you ask? There is but one possible reason for a man's not being in love with Coralie Mansoni."
"Tell me it, Vicomte."
"Because he has been, sire."
"A good safeguard, but of no use to me."
"Why, no, not at present," answered Varvilliers.
