"Not one day! Not in London, Paris, nor Berlin."

Lorry lay back and allowed Anguish to lead the conversation into
other channels. The Count remained for half an hour, saying as
he left that the Princess and his wife had expressed a desire to
be remembered to their guests.

"Her Royal Highness spent the evening with the ministers of
finance and war, and her poor head, I doubt not, is racking from
the effects of the consultation. These are weighty matters for a
girl to have on her hands," solemnly stated the Count, pausing
for an instant at the door of the apartment.

After he had closed it the Americans looked long and thoughtfully
at each other, each feeling a respect for the grim old gentleman
that they had never felt for man before.

"So they are in a devil of a shape," mused Anguish. "I tell you,
Gren, I never knew anything that made me feel so badly as does
the trouble that hangs over that girl and her people. A week ago
I wouldn't have cared a rap for Graustark, but to-night I feel
like weeping for her."

"There seems to be no help for her, either," said Lorry,
reflectively.

"Graustark, you mean?"

"No--I mean yes, of course,--who else?" demanded the other, who