All those German girls have. Your Royal Highness is more than
pretty," he said, bowing his head gravely. "You look as a
princess should look. I am sure it was one of your ancestors
who discovered the dried pea under a dozen mattresses." He
closed the paper, and sat for a moment with a perplexed smile
of consideration. "Waiter," he exclaimed, suddenly, "send a
messenger-boy to Brentano's for a copy of the St. James
Budget, and bring me the Almanach de Gotha from the library.
It is a little fat red book on the table near the window."
Then Carlton opened the paper again and propped it up against
a carafe, and continued his critical survey of the Princess
Aline. He seized the Almanach, when it came, with some
eagerness.

"Hohenwald (Maison de Grasse)," he read, and in small type
below it:


"1. Ligne cadette (regnante) grand-ducale: Hohenwald et de
Grasse.

"Guillaume-Albert-Frederick-Charles-Louis, Grand-Duc de
Hohenwald et de Grasse, etc., etc., etc."


"That's the brother, right enough," muttered Carlton.

And under the heading "Soeurs" he read: