“Who am I then?”
“He talks about making reparation of everything and giving you your father’s title.”
“But I can’t be a Prince, surely!”
“You would of course be Princess,” said Marvyn, in the same dry official manner.
“Mr. Denver’s Princess! What an odd mixture!”
“I think it would be rather the Princess’s Mr. Denver,” said I.
“And what did you say, Harper?”
“Oh, that as to the material compensation we could talk, but that about the title we’d go back to the hotel and discuss it. Will you come with us, Marvyn?”
He excused himself on the plea of business and left us, and Helga and I were just going when Colonel Vilda came to summon her to an audience with the Emperor. She was to go alone.
“I congratulate you, Mr. Denver,” he said to me when he returned from ushering her into the presence.