“You can hear the birds singing.”
“Sit down, then, dear lady.”
And he drew up an arm-chair for her.
She took a seat with her back to the light.
“Emiral, I came to bring you a very important message, a message. . .”
“Explain.”
“Emiral, have you ever seen Prince Crucho?”
“Never.”
She sighed.
“It is a great pity. He would be so delighted to see you! He esteems and appreciates you. He has your portrait on his desk beside his mother’s. What a pity it is he is not better known! He is a charming prince and so grateful for what is done for him! He will be a great king. For he will be king without doubt. He will come back and sooner than people think. . . . What I have to tell you, the message with which I am entrusted, refers precisely to. . .”