whispering, "Perhaps I wasn't over-anxious to be known at once."
She flushed with pleasure at the confidence he seemed to put in her.
"I should know you anywhere," she whispered, with a glance of the great black eyes. "Anywhere, Your Majesty."
"Then you'll help me perhaps?"
"With my life!"
"No, no, my dear young lady, merely with a little information. Whose house is this?"
"My mother's."
"Ah! She takes lodgers?"
The girl appeared vexed at his cautious approaches.
"Tell me what you want to know," she said simply.
"Then who's here?"
"My lord the Count of Luzau-Rischenheim."
"And what's he doing?"
"He's lying on the bed moaning and swearing, because his wounded arm gives him pain."
"And is nobody else here?"
She looked round warily, and sank her voice to a whisper as she answered:
"No, not now—nobody else."
"I was seeking a friend of mine," said Rudolf. "I want to see him alone. It's not easy for a King to see people alone."
"You mean?"
