"`Mein Herz und seine Augen
Verstehen sich gar so gut!'


You know the old song. Ah, ja! I understand what she
would say--here!" touching his heart.

He paced up and down, smiling to himself. Suddenly he
drew up before her, tossing his hands out as if to throw
away some pleasant dream. "I have come to you, gracious
lady, as I would to the mother of Miss Dunbar. I show to
you the heart! But before I address her it is necessary
that I shall consult her guardian with regard to
business."

It was precisely, Clara said afterward, as if the baker
from Weir had stopped singing, and presented his bill.

"Business?" she gasped. "Oh, I see! Settlements. We
don't have such things in the States. But I quite
understand all those European social traits. I have
lived abroad for years. I----"

"Who is Miss Dunbar's guardian?" the prince demanded
alertly. He sat down by the table and took out a
notebook and papers.

"But--settlements? Is not that a little premature?" she