“There are but seven in the battalion, Highness, and I know them all.”
“Is Von Dalton an acquaintance of yours?”
“I am Von Dalton, Highness,” said the youth, while a flush of surprise and pleasure lighted up his handsome features.
“Frank! Frank!” cried she, springing towards him with open arms; and ere he could recognize her, clasping him round the neck.
“Is this real? Is this a dream? Are you my own sister Kate?” cried the boy, almost choked with emotion. “And how are you here? and how thus?” and he touched the robe of costly velvet as he spoke.
“You shall know all, dear, dear Frank. You shall hear everything when the joy of this meeting will let me speak.”
“They call you Highness; and how handsome you've grown!”
“Have I, Frank?” said she, pressing him down to a seat beside her, while, with hands interclasped, they sat gazing on each other.