"Oh, no, but so tremendous I hardly know how to begin." Her breast labored with the burden of its message, but in her face was a look of dawn.
"Has it to do with yourself?"
"Yes, papa. I am engaged to marry Prince Max."
The Archbishop paused for a moment, thinking how best to avoid any appearance of foreknowledge.
"My child," he said, "what Prince Max do you mean?"
"The only one that I know of," she answered.
"You mean the heir to the throne?"
"Yes, papa."
"You say you are engaged to him?"
"Yes."