That night Pembroke and I arrived at the ministry a little after ten.
I was in a state of extreme nervousness.
"I'm in a regular funk," said Pembroke. "Supposing your Princess does not come?"
"It is written that she will come."
"Well, I'm glad that I looked you up in London. I would not have missed this adventure."
We found Phyllis in a nook under the grand staircase. I gave a slight exclamation as I saw her. I had never seen her looking so beautiful.
"Come and sit down," said she, making room for us. "I have had a curious adventure."
"Tell us all about it," said Pembroke.
"I have had the honor of being mistaken for a Princess," triumphantly.
"Who could doubt it!" said I, with a glance I could not help, which made her lower her eyes.
"Moreover," she continued, this time looking at Pembroke, "the gentleman who committed the error was the Austrian Ambassador. What a compliment to take home!"