“Will her husband fall in love with me?”
He laughed. “Much will have more,” he returned.
By his tone she took it for granted that she should have her way, and skipped about in glee, and kissed his hand just as a little dog might lick it, and gambolled off.
“You don’t keep up much state,” I remarked to him.
“We don’t need to—we are, what do you call it? Almighty—that’s the word.”
In an incredibly short time the doors were once again flung open and powdered footmen walked about the chamber, putting it all in readiness.
At last the queen entered, attended by her chief officers and maids of honour.
She was most magnificently dressed, and looked herself magnificent from human standpoint, and all her servants looked the same.
After that the reception began, and it was one of exceeding brilliancy.
Anon great stir was caused by a woman of remarkable beauty entering, dressed so beautifully and to such advantage that quite a murmur of comment arose.