“All of which is just what he would do if he were guilty,” was the answer.  “No, no, Armand; your refusal to implicate Lotzen does you credit, but this attack on you comes at such an opportune moment, for him, that he may not escape the suspicion which it breeds.  I don’t want to believe him guilty, yet——­” and he raised his hands expressively.

Then the portieres parted and the Princess stood in the doorway.  Frederick saw her.

“Come in, Your Highness,” he said.

She crossed to him and patted his cheek.

“Have you been nice to Armand?” she asked.

“He seemed to think so.  I told him he might have you.”

“You dear old father!” she exclaimed; and slipping to his knee, she gave him a long hug.

“Hold on, daughter; there are two conditions,” he said.  “One is that you order Armand about, now, instead of your Father.”

“Oh, don’t worry about me, Sire,” said she, “I’m quite able to order you both.”

“There’s not a grain of doubt of that.  But, you would better hold off on Armand until you have him safely tied up; he may rue bargain.”

“I fancy I can wait that very short time,” she laughed, looking at me.

“But, maybe, it won’t be a very short time,” the King remarked.

She tossed her head.

“It’s the woman’s privilege to fix the day.”

“Which brings me to the second condition,” said he; “that, until the present wife, which some one seems to have provided for Armand, has been eliminated, not only may there be no marriage, but the betrothal, itself, must remain a secret with us three.”

“But she’s not his wife!” Dehra exclaimed.

“No,” said the King, “she is not his wife.  If I thought she were, there would be no betrothal.”

Dehra’s small foot began to tap the floor.

“I have told Armand I don’t care a rap for that woman,” she answered.  “And if, as Your Majesty admits, she is not his wife, why should she be permitted to control the situation to her own liking?”

The King looked at me with an amused smile.

“There, sir,” said he, “you see what an unreasonable little woman you’re seeking to marry.”

I leaned forward and took Dehra’s hand.

“I think I rather like this particular sort of unreasonableness,” I said.  Then, to her, I added:  “But I must endorse His Majesty’s second condition.”

She frowned; then seated herself on one end of the high writing table.

“I am prepared to hear your arguments, messieurs,” she said.  “Pray proceed and be brief.”

The King nodded to me.

“You have the opening,” he said.

So, I explained the whole matter, as best I could, and the reasons which moved the King and me in our decision as to the betrothal remaining secret and the marriage deferred.

Dehra heard me through without comment; then she turned to the King.