"Once, Desmond."
"Ah, then you wore a mask."
"And looked through it with eyes of love, Desmond."
"Even then?"
"Yes, even then. These are borrowed clothes. Lord Cloverton persuaded someone to lend them. He was nervous until I became a woman. Grigosie is dead, Desmond."
"Is there no regret in your heart?"
"None," she answered.
"You lose a kingdom, Maritza."
"It is well lost for love, Desmond. I have found my king."
She was kneeling beside the couch when Lord Cloverton entered.