"Well, sir, I am glad you have spoken; for our pause, to say the least of it, was very embarrassing," replied the young lady, playing with the point lace which edged the sleeve of her dress.
"If you will permit me, I have a question to ask."
"Say on," said she, laughing.
"What was the origin, or whence the purpose, of that strange mystery in which you enveloped me when I had lost the happiness of being here? Why did you conceal from me your rank—your name? and why was I conducted hence blindfold, like a spy from an enemy's camp?"
"Fair sir," said the countess, smiling, "I gave you permission to ask but one question; you have already run over four."
"And I implore you to answer me."
"All was done by order of her majesty the queen."
"But wherefore such foolish mystery?" asked Florence almost impetuously.
"Foolish!" reiterated the other, holding up a taper finger. "Oh, fie!—Said I not it was the queen's desire?"
"Pardon me; but I cannot resist emotions of mortification and deep sorrow."