“No?  It will be an experience for you, then—­not a very painful one, I hope.  Are you getting nervous?”

“Not in the least.”

“Ah!  That’s as well, because here comes the King of Diamonds.  He has taken a decided fancy to you, and if you have any heart at all, which I can’t discover, you ought to end by being the Queen.  No, here comes the Knave—­confound his impudence!—­and, by Jove, yes, followed by the missing heart.  I am glad you have got one anyway, even if the King is not in it.  It looks as if you will have some trouble with that Knave, so beware of him.”  He glanced up at her for a moment.  “Beware of him!” he repeated deliberately.  “He is a dangerous scamp.  The King is the man for you.”

She received his caution with that faint smile of hers that softened her face but never seemed to reach her eyes.

He continued his contemplation of the cards in silence for some seconds.  “Yes,” he said finally, “I see an exciting future before you.  I hope you will look out for me when you come into your own.  I should value your majesty’s favour immensely.”

“I will give you a place at court as the Queen’s jester,” she said.

He glanced up again sharply, met her smile, and bowed with much ceremony.  “Your majesty’s most humble servant!” he declared, “I enter upon my functions from this day forward.  You will see my cap and bells in the forefront of the throng when you ride to your coronation.”

“You are sure there will be a coronation?” she asked.

“It is quite evident,” he replied with conviction.

“Even though I chance to be married already?”

He raised his brows.  “That so?” he drawled.  “Well, it rather complicates matters, doesn’t it?  Still—­” He looked again at the cards.  “It seems pretty certain.  If it weren’t for that hobgoblin of a Knave I should say it was quite so.  He comes between the King and the heart, you see.  I shouldn’t be too intimate with him if I were you.”

She rose, still smiling.  “I shall certainly keep him at a respectful distance,” she said.  “Good-bye.”

“Oh, are you going?  Let me escort you!  Really, I’ve nothing else to do.”  He swept the cards together and sprang to his feet.  “Where may I take you?  Would you like some refreshment?”

She accepted his proffered arm though she instantly negatived his proposal.  “Shall we go down to the vestibule?  No doubt you have a partner for the next dance.”

“Have you?” he questioned keenly.

“That is beside the point,” she remarked.

“Not at all.  It is the centre and crux of the situation.  Do say you are disengaged for the next!” His manner became almost boyishly eager.  He had shed his drawl like a garment.  “Say it!” he insisted.

She stood in the doorway as one halting between two opinions.  “But if I am not disengaged?” she said.

He laughed.  “There is a remedy for that, I fancy.  And the Queen can do no wrong.  Don’t be a slave to the great god Convention!  He’s such a hideous bore.”