These, then, baldly, were Priscilla’s plans.  The carrying of them out was left, she informed him, altogether to Fritzing.  After having spent several anxious days, she told him, considering whether she ought to dye her hair black in order to escape recognition, or stay her own colour but disguise herself as a man and buy a golden beard, she had decided that these were questions Fritzing would settle better than she could.  “I’d dye my hair at once,” she said, “but what about my wretched eyelashes?  Can one dye eyelashes?”

Fritzing thought not, and anyhow was decidedly of opinion that her eyelashes should not be tampered with; I think I have said that they were very lovely.  He also entirely discouraged the idea of dressing as a man.  “Your Grand Ducal Highness would only look like an extremely conspicuous boy,” he assured her.

“I could wear a beard,” said Priscilla.

But Fritzing was absolutely opposed to the beard.

As for the money part, she never thought of it.  Money was a thing she never did think about.  It also, then, was to be Fritzing’s business.  Possibly things might have gone on much longer as they were, with a great deal of planning and talking, and no doing, if an exceedingly desirable prince had not signified his intention of marrying Priscilla.  This had been done before by quite a number of princes.  They had, that is, not signified, but implored.  On their knees would they have implored if their knees could have helped them.  They were however all poor, and Priscilla and her sisters were rich; and how foolish, said the Grand Duke, to marry poor men unless you are poor yourself.  The Grand Duke, therefore, took these young men aside and crushed them, while Priscilla, indifferent, went on with her drawing.  But now came this one who was so eminently desirable that he had no need to do more than merely signify.  There had been much trouble and a great deal of delay in finding him a wife, for he had insisted on having a princess who should be both pretty and not his cousin.  Europe did not seem to contain such a thing.  Everybody was his cousin, except two or three young women whom he was rude enough to call ugly.  The Kunitz princesses had been considered in their turn and set aside, for they too were cousins; and it seemed as if one of the most splendid thrones in Europe would either have to go queen-less or be sat upon by somebody plain, when fate brought the Prince to a great public ceremony in Kunitz, and he saw Priscilla and fell so violently in love with her that if she had been fifty times his cousin he would still have married her.

That same evening he signified his intention to the delighted Grand Duke, who immediately fell to an irrelevant praising of God.

“Bosh,” said the Prince, in the nearest equivalent his mother-tongue provided.