His royal power and treasure—
Sharp thorns! 'Tis done! His blood doth flow,
Of both the might and measure.
Are You My Wife? Chapter II.
By The Author Of “A Salon In Paris Before The War,” “Number Thirteen,” “Pius VI.,” Etc.
Chapter II. I Introduce My Wife—She Disappears!
“A nice young gentleman you are, Master Clide, to play off such a trick as this on your family!” said Admiral de Winton, shaking my hand so vigorously that I feared he was bent in his indignation on shaking it off. “Come, sir, what excuse have you to offer for yourself?”
“My dear uncle, I sha'n't attempt any excuse, for the best reason in the world, that I have not a decent one. But here is my wife,” I said, catching sight of her coming up the terrace; “let her plead for me. I leave my case in her hands.”
Isabel stepped in through the open window, and, going straight up to the old gentleman, held out her hands, blushing and smiling with the prettiest little pretence of being ashamed of herself and dreadfully frightened.