“It was you, my dear, who were crazy to come to Illerville.”
“Don’t you think,” said Lady Ransome, “you might provide Mr. Somerset with some dry things?”
* * * * *
Four hours afterward Somerset sat on deck by the side of Ottilie, who, warmly wrapped, lay on a long chair. He pointed to the far-away coast line of the Isle of Wight.
“Behold our kingdom!” said he.
The little princess laughed.
“That is not our kingdom.”
“Well, what is?”
“Just the little bit of space that contains both you and me,” she said.
