but like a true princess, and the princess he used to know, she walked straight on to meet him. As she came she lowered the hand she had lifted, and laid the forefinger of it upon her lips. Nearer and nearer, quite near, close up to him she came, then stopped, and stood a moment looking at him.
"You are Curdie," she said.
"And you are the Princess Irene," he returned.
"Then we know each other still," she said, with a sad smile of pleasure. "You will help me."
"That I will," answered Curdie. He did not say, "If I can;" for he knew that what he was sent to do, that he could do. "May I kiss your hand, little princess?"
She was only between nine and ten, though indeed she looked several years older, and her eyes almost those of a grown woman, for she had had terrible trouble of late.
She held out her hand.
"I am not the little princess any more. I have grown up since I saw you last, Mr. Miner."
The smile which accompanied the words had in it a strange mixture of playfulness and sadness.
"So I see, Miss Princess," returned Curdie; "and therefore, being more of a princess, you are the more my princess. Here I am, sent by your great-great-grand-mother, to be your servant.—May I ask why you are up so late, princess?"
