“Then why not to Paris to-night?” she asked.
“Why not, indeed?” he answered, gravely, “for the others and—you.”
“And you, too?” glancing up at him and touching, for an instant, his hand.
He shrugged his shoulders. “You forget, there is a King in Dornlitz!”
“You would go incog. and old Frederick never be the wiser, nor care even if he were.”
He laughed shortly. “Think you so, ma belle,—well, believe me, I want not to be the one to try him.”
The horn rang out again from the court-yard; the Duke crossed to a window.
“Go on,” he called, “we will follow presently;” and with a clatter and a shout, they spurred across the bridge and away.
“Who leads?” she asked, going over and drawing herself up on the casement.
He put his arm around her. “What matters,” he laughed, “since we are here?” and bent his head to her cheek.