"Yes, indeed, what will the
King say?" I mused on the way back to my rooms. What could he say?
That night Pembroke and I arrived at the ministry a little after ten.
I was in a state of extreme nervousness.
"I'm in a regular funk," said Pembroke. "Supposing your Princess does
not come?"
"It is written that she will come."
"Well, I'm glad that I looked you up in London. I would not have
missed this adventure."
We found Phyllis in a nook under the grand staircase. I gave a slight
exclamation as I saw her. I had never seen her looking so beautiful.
"Come and sit down," said she, making room for us. "I have had a
curious adventure."
"Tell us all about it," said Pembroke.
"I have had the honor of being mistaken for a Princess," triumphantly.
"Who could doubt it!" said I, with a glance I could not help, which
made her lower her eyes.
"Moreover," she continued, this time looking at Pembroke, "the
gentleman who committed the error was the Austrian Ambassador. What a
compliment to take home!"
"And who was the Princess?" I felt compelled to ask, though I knew
perfectly well.
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