"Believe me--I have tried," he replied, with great earnestness; but the
complete innocence of her face clearly showed that she did not attach
any deep meaning to his remark.

"You must see so many people that you cannot be expected to remember
them all."

"I do not remember them all, mademoiselle--only a very, very few."

"Then tell me, who is that lovely girl you bowed to as you came into the
room?"

"Is there another in the room?" inquired Deulin, looking around him with
some interest.

"Over there, with the fair hair, dressed in black."

"Ah! talking to Cartoner. Yes. Do you think her beautiful?"

"I think she is perfectly lovely. But somehow she does not look like one
of us, does she?" And Miss Cahere lowered her voice in a rather youthful
and inexperienced way.

"She is not like one of us, Miss Cahere," replied Deulin.

"Why?"

"Because we are plebeians, and she is a princess."

"Oh, then she is married?" exclaimed Miss Cahere, and her voice fell