"Your Highness is always welcome," returned Mr. Vandeleur, stepping

The Prince profited by the open space, and without waiting for his

host walked right into the house and opened the door of the SALON.

Two people were seated there; one was Miss Vandeleur, who bore the

marks of weeping about her eyes, and was still shaken from time to

time by a sob; in the other the Prince recognised the young man who

had consulted him on literary matters about a month before, in a

"Good evening, Miss Vandeleur," said Florizel; "you look fatigued.