I submit to His
Majesty's will," bowing reverentially.
The King was stroking his chin, a sign of deep meditation in him.
"Let Their Highnesses be brought in," he said at last.
The Chancellor rose and passed into the anteroom. Shortly he returned,
followed by Gretchen. I could see by the expression in her face that
she was mystified by the proceeding.
"Her Highness the Princess Elizabeth is just leaving the carriage,"
announced the Chancellor, retiring again.
Gretchen looked first at the King, then at the Prince. As she saw the
innkeeper, a wave of astonishment rippled over her face.
"Be seated, Your Highness," said the King, kindly.
She knew that I was in the room, but her eyes never left the King.
The Prince was plucking at his imperial. The innkeeper's eyes were
riveted on the door. He was waiting for the appearance of her whom he
had wronged. Presently Phyllis came in. Her cheeks were red, and her
eyes sparkled with excitement. Wentworth nodded reassuringly. The
innkeeper was like one stricken dumb. He stared at Phyllis till I
thought his eyes would start from their sockets.
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