thought of her mother, who she wished might
have seen her daughter this night. A momentary
pang of homesickness pierced her tender heart,
and she furtively wiped away the tears that came
into her eyes.

"Good-night, fair Queen!" exclaimed Tryon,
breaking into her reverie as the carriage rolled up
to the doorstep, "and let your loyal subject kiss
your hand in token of his fealty. May your
Majesty never abdicate her throne, and may she
ever count me her humble servant and devoted
knight."

"And now, sister," said Warwick, when Tryon
had been driven away, "now that the masquerade
is over, let us to sleep, and to-morrow take up the
serious business of life. Your day has been a
glorious success!"

He put his arm around her and gave her a kiss
and a brotherly hug.

"It is a dream," she murmured sleepily, "only
a dream. I am Cinderella before the clock has
struck. Good-night, dear John."

"Good-night, Rowena."