“You did not find Miss Guggenslocker.”

“No.  I have not found her.”

“And are you going home disappointed, Mr, Lorry, because she is not here?”

“I leave the answer to your tender imagination.”

There was a long pause.

“May I ask when you expect to leave Graustark?” she asked, somewhat timidly.

“Why do you wish to know?” he asked in turn.

“Because I know how hopeless your quest has been.  You have found Miss Guggenslocker, but she is held behind a wall so strong and impregnable that you cannot reach her with the question you came to ask.  You have come to that wall, and now you must turn back.  I have asked, how soon?”

“Not until your Princess bids me take up my load and go.  You see, my lady, I love to sit beneath the shadow of the wall you describe.  It will require a royal edict to compel me to abandon my position.”

“You cannot expect the Princess to drive you from her country, —­you who have done so much for her.  You must go, Mr. Lorry, without her bidding.”

“I must?”

“Yes, for your presence outside that wall may make the imprisonment all the more unendurable for the one your love cannot reach.  Do you understand me?”

“Has the one behind the wall instructed you to say this to me?” he asked miserably.

“She has not.  I do not know her heart, but I am a woman and have a woman’s foresight.  If you wish to be kind and good to her, go!”

“I cannot!” he exclaimed, his pent feelings bursting forth.  “I cannot go!”

“You will not be so selfish and so cruel as to increase the horror of the wreck that is sure to come,” she said, drawing back.

“You know, Countess, of the life-saving crews who draw from the wrecks of ships lives that were hopelessly lost?  There is to be a wreck here; is there to be a life-saver?  When the night is darkest, the sea wildest, when hope is gone, is not that the time when rescue is most precious?  Tell me, you who know all there is of this approaching disaster?”

“I cannot command you to leave Edelweiss; I can only tell you that you will have something to answer for if you stay,” said the Countess.

“Will you help me if I show to you that I can reach the wreck and save the one who clings to it despairingly?” he asked, smiling, suddenly calm and confident.

“Willingly, for I love the one who is going down in the sea.  I have spoken to you seriously, though, and I trust you will not misunderstand me.  I like you and I like Mr. Anguish.  You could stay here forever so far as I am concerned.”

He thought long and intently over what she had said as he smoked his cigar on the great balcony that night.  In his heart he knew he was adding horror, but that persistent hope of the life-saver came up fresh and strong to combat the argument.  He saw, in one moment, the vast chasm between the man and the princess; in the next, he laughed at the puny space.