“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 home 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?”