"From Dalmatia. Why shouldn't she go there?" retorted Trevisa, aggressively.
"Why not, indeed? And how long is it since she returned from Dalmatia?"
"About two years."
"Ha! proceed."
Paul's strange manner led Trevisa to wonder whether his head had not become affected by his two years' residence in the tropics.
"Well, as I was about to say, after her return from Dalmatia, one of the first acts of the princess was to appoint a new uniform for her body-guard. Accordingly sketches of the various costumes worn in the different European armies were laid before her. You, my dear Paul, ought to feel honored by her selection."
"Why so?"
"Because the uniform she chose is one so like your own that for my part I fail to detect the difference. As you walk through the streets of Slavowitz you will certainly be taken for one of her corps du garde, known as the Blue Legion."
A strange suspicion entered Paul's mind.
"How old is the Princess Natalie?"