"I don't know who it is if it's not Wetter."
"It's you," she said. "Isn't it, sire?"
"If he likes it," said I. "Do you like it?"
"Like it!" he exclaimed. "Oh, but I can't believe it! Something of the sort has been the dream of my life."
"It is yours if you will have it," said I.
"And the dream of your life will come true," she said. "Fancy that! I didn't know it ever happened." And she glanced at me.
"Yes, the dream of his life shall come true," said I. "You're very fit for it, and I'm very glad to give it to one of your side."
"The King belongs to no party," said she. She paused and added, "And to no person. He stands apart and alone."
I hardly heeded Max's profuse thanks and honest open exultation.
"It's too good to be true," said he.