“My lady,” replied the lover, with some constraint, “the Prince has his pride of caste. He is also not without the inherited germs of patriotism in his soul.”
“And still they do say that he is as silly as a butterfly, and so given to frivolity that his head can hold no serious thought.”
“I do assure you,” replied the other, flushing warmly, “that our prince is not all he may seem.”
“My lord, I have conceived the most overwhelming interest in this young Prince Mori.”
“Indeed!” The young man started back in humorous dismay. The girl smiled now, a little, dreary smile.
“Be assured, my lord, that the interest is not of a sentimental nature. But it would seem that the young Prince was surely born for a great purpose.”
“Yes?” inquired the other, eagerly.
“And that is, to follow in the steps of his honorable ancestor.”
“Oh, dearest girl, you fill my soul with joy! I am ready to swear that your sweet heart beats for the right—the noble cause to which—”
“The Prince Mori is sworn?” she interrupted, quickly.