PRINCE ‘PRIGIO. 67

 

CHAPTER XIII.

Su rprises.

said nothing, Lady Rosalind said never
a word till they were in the drawing-
room. It was a lovely warm evening,
and the French windows were wide
open on the balcony, which looked over
the town and away north to the hills. Below
them flowed the clear, green water of the
Gluckthal. And still nobody said a word.

At last the prince spoke:

“This is a very strange | story, Lord
Kelso!”

' “Very, sir!” said the ambassador.

‘‘But true,” added the prince; “‘at least,
there is no reason in the nature of things why
it shouldn’t be true.”

‘I can hardly believe, sir, that the conduct
of Benson, whom I always found a most
respectable man, deserved 2

“That he should be ‘come for,’” said the
prince. ‘Oh, no; it was a mere accident, and
might have happened to any of us who chanced
to sit down on my carpet.”

And then the prince told them, shortly, all
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es prince said nothing, the ambassador
: