“Not in the least. Remember I am your friend. If at any time I can serve you in any way you have only to come to me, and I will exert every effort on your behalf,” he said, speaking very earnestly. “But I would beg of you to exercise the greatest discretion. Why continue to annoy Their Majesties by this conduct which must sooner or later bring unpleasantness, and perhaps trouble, upon you?”
“Trouble!” she echoed, her great dark eyes fixed upon him. “Trouble! It has already brought trouble upon me. That is why I came here to-night to see you—to tell you—to confess—and to ask your help as my good, kind friend?”
Chapter Twelve.
The King’s Confidences.
At that moment there was a discreet tap at the door and Peters entered, saying:
“An aide-de-camp of His Majesty wishes to see you on a matter of great importance, sir.”
For a second Waldron stood confused.
“Oh! he must not find me here,” whispered the Princess, starting up in quick alarm. “Where can I go?”