“A terrible danger at which I still tremble. You know how ennuyée you were, and how much you wished to go out.”
“Yes; and you assisted me like a friend.”
“Certainly; I proposed that we should have some amusement with that officer who is rather mad, and in love with the queen, whom you resemble a little; and endeavor to persuade him that it was the queen he was walking with.”
“Yes,” said Oliva.
“The first two nights you walked in the park, and you played your part to perfection; he was quite taken in.”
“Yes,” said Oliva, “but it was almost a pity to deceive him, poor fellow, he was so delightful.”
“Yes, but the evil is not there. To give a man a rose, to let him kiss your hands, and call you ‘your majesty,’ was all good fun; but, my little Oliva, it seems you did not stop here.”
Oliva colored.
“How?” stammered she.
“There was a third interview.”