ABSTRACT
Princes of the royal blood are mere outlaws and vagrants, and in their own country dare not show their faces. Hailing a victoria he directed the driver to follow the carriage which was conveying Honorine and the Comtesse to the station, and as he settled himself comfortably in the seat, secured from the weather by the drawn hood, a malicious look of anticipated pleasure stole over his face. His expression was not unlike that of a stage villain who is about to have a good time. Thus the terrible shadow crept on in the wake of the unsuspecting Princess. Honorine and her companion did not arrive for dinner, and this puzzled and vexed him. He felt solitary once more. He was alone at the crisis of his life. He went moodily to his room and tried to read. An hour passed.
