“Never mind the head, old man; it will be all right to-morrow.  Their blunder is in having unwittingly sprung their trap on the very evening the Princess and you came to an understanding.  Had they been even a few hours earlier you would not have dared to speak of love to her—­and so you might not have had the King’s daughter as a special advocate.  On the other hand, had they waited a day longer, your betrothal would, doubtless, have received Frederick’s approval, and have been formally proclaimed.  How embarrassing, then, to the Princess; how intensely irritating to the King, and how particularly injurious to you in the eyes of the nation—­the people would think you won her under false colors; and, though you proved your innocence a hundred times, the taint would always linger.”

“You’re right, Courtney,” I exclaimed; “right as Gospel.”

“Now, see how lucky you are:  You have the Princess—­you are sure of her and no one knows it.  You go to the King, to-day; tell him the whole story of the Princess and you, and of this Spencer woman’s claim and history.  Ask him to suspend judgment until you can establish the falsity of her charge.  If I know Frederick, you need have no fear of his answer.”

“It’s the only course,” said I; “but, first, I would like to know the facts as to that certificate.”

Courtney arose.  “You shall have a copy of it before candle-light,” he said.  “Where can I see you, if there is anything of my interview with the lady I think you need to know?”

“I’ll be here at six o’clock,” said I.

“Very good—­and, of course, not a word to-night to the King as to Lotzen.  Let him guess that for himself.”

“Trust me,” I answered; “I’m getting more awake.”

Then I sent for Moore.  “Colonel Moore,” I said (as Aide to a Field Marshal he was entitled to a Colonelcy, and had been gazetted to it in the orders of the previous evening), “has the scene in the Garden, last night, become public talk?”

“I fear so, sir,” he replied.

“Come, no sugar—­out with it.”

“Well, Your Highness, the town rings with it.  It’s the sensation of the hour.”

“Good,” said I.  “The more they talk, to-day, the less they will talk, to-morrow.”

I paused, and looked him over.  He was a thorough-bred; clean-cut, handsome, manly.  I never saw a finer figure than he made in his blue and white uniform.

“Now, why wasn’t the lady sensible, Colonel, and marry herself to you instead of to me?” I asked.

He fairly jumped.  “God forbid,” he exclaimed.  Then, he laughed.  “Besides, I’m thinking, sir, it wasn’t looks she was after.”

I laughed, too.  “Go ’long with you,” I said; “you deserve court-martial.”

Then I sent him to the King with the request to be received at seven o’clock.  He also carried a note to the Princess, telling her I would call at six thirty.