"A handle——?"
"Yes. I used to be Grand Duke Peter Nicholaevitch of Zukovo and Galitzin——"
"G-Grand Duke Peter!" she whispered in a daze. And then, "Oh—how—how could you?" she gasped.
Peter laughed.
"I couldn't help it, Beth. I was born that—way. But you will forgive me, won't you?"
"Forgive——? Oh—it—it makes such a difference to find—you're not you—but somebody else——"
"No. I am—me. I'm not anybody else. But I had to tell you—sometime. You don't think any the less of me, do you, Beth?"
"I—I don't know what to think. I'm so—you're so——"
"What?"
"Grand—and I'm——"