"Lie still a bit, Lorry. Don't be too hasty. The doctor says
you must not."

"Where am I, Harry?" asked the wounded man, weakly.

"In the castle. I'll tell you all about it presently."

"Am I in her room?"

"No, but she is in yours. You are across the hall in"--here he
whispered--"Uncle Caspar's room. Caspar is a Count."

"And she is the Princess--truly?"

"What luck!"

"What misery--what misery!" half moaned the other.

"Bosh! Be a man! Don't talk so loud, either! There are a
half-dozen in the room."

Lorry remained perfectly quiet for ten minutes, his staring eyes
fixed on the ceiling. He was thinking of the abyss he had
reached and could not cross.

"What time is it?" he asked at last, turning his eyes toward his
friend.

"It's just seven o'clock. You have been unconscious or under the
influence of ether for over four hours. That guard hit you a