They looked into one another’s eyes, and Sara laughed softly.
“Why, this is just the queerest thing in the world,” she murmured. “What will happen to me at the palace if I forget to say ‘your Majesty,’ and ought I to curtsey when I speak to you?”
Ughtred smiled back at her.
“I believe,” he said, “that you ought to kiss—my hand.”
“Then I guess I won’t,” she answered. “I believe I’m democrat enough to expect——”
“What?”
He leaned over towards her, but the sentence was never finished. Reist stood before them, and the look on his face was a forecast of coming trouble.
“The carriage is here, your Majesty!” he announced.