asked he, drawing a step nearer, yet observing great deference in his manner.
"It is not to answer at all, but to ask. But I am very silly to have come. What is it to me what you meant?"
"I cannot conceive that it could be anything, madame," said Stephen, smiling.
"Yet some think her beautiful—my brother Henry, for example."
"We must respect the opinions of Princes," observed the smith.
"Must we share them?" she asked, drawing the veil yet a little aside.
"We can share nothing—we humble folk—with Princes or Princesses, madame."
"Yet we can make free with their names, though humbler ones would serve as well."
"No other would have served at all, madame."
"Then you meant it?" she cried in sudden half-serious eagerness.
"Nay, but what, madame?"
"I don't care whether you meant it or not."
"Alas! I know it so well, that I marvel you have come to tell me."
The Princess rose and began to walk up and down as she had in her own chamber. Stephen stood regarding her as though
