I looked into his eyes as his face was raised to mine; they were full of tears.
"His name, Victor, is Bauen."
"Bauen--Bauen!--our Bauen?"
"Your Bauen."
"Then why is he here, what does it mean?" I looked at my mother, her face was buried in her hands.
"It means," said Mr. Smith, rising from his chair, "that you are the King of Rudarlia; and I, your very humble servant."
He seized my hand and kissed it.
CHAPTER VI
"'You are the King of Rudarlia,'" I repeated.
I looked at him blankly, he kept his eyes fixed on mine; at my mother, her face was buried in her hands, and I saw her shake with sobs; lastly I turned to Mr. Neville, and to him I held out my hand.