"You the sleeping beauty," said Mrs. Belswin, with mock severity. "My dear, your sleep is over. The true prince has arrived and the hundred years are at an end."
The girl made no reply, but between her fingers one bright eye looked forth at her chaperon.
"I will talk to Mr. Maxwell this afternoon, and see if he is a man worthy of you."
"Oh, I'm sure he is."
"Ah! you have betrayed yourself. It is the prince after all. But what about your father?"
"My father will not cross me in this."
"Of course not, provided your prince is rich."
"Rich or poor; it doesn't matter. Papa will deny me nothing. He is the kindest man in the world."
"Humph!" muttered Mrs. Belswin under her breath. "He has altered since my time, then."