“I am doing so with both eyes.”
“Do you know who I am?”
“Of course—Maurice Roylands.”
“And what else?”
“My—my future husband,” said the girl, with an amused smile.
“Still, I am something even more.”
“I don’t understand,” began Helena in bewilderment, when Justinian interposed.
“Do not tease the child so, Maurice. Helena, this is your future husband and your first cousin.”
“My cousin!”
“By all the laws of the Medes and Persians,” said Maurice, kissing her. “Your father is my long-lost uncle Rudolph, of whom I have spoken, and you, my sweet bride to be, are my dear coz Helena.”