"That's all," he went on, calmly. "The prince can leave his card and
call later in the--well, this evening."

"What--you don't mean--Philip Quentin, take me home instantly," she
blazed.

"Not for all the princes in the universe," he said. "This is my
afternoon, and I will not give up a minute of it."

"But I command, sir!"

"And I refuse to obey."

"Oh--oh, this is outrageous----" she began, frantically.

Suddenly his gloved left hand dropped from the reins and closed over
one of hers. The feverish clasp and the command in his eyes
compelled her to look up into his face quickly. There she saw the
look she feared, admired, deserved.

"There was a time when you wanted to be with me and with no other. I
have not forgotten those days, nor have you. They were the sweetest
days of your life and of mine. It is no age since I held this hand
in mine, and you would have gone to the end of the world with me. It
is no age since you kissed me and called me a king. It is no age
since you looked into my eyes with an expression far different from
the one you now have. You remember, you remember, Dorothy."

She was too surprised to answer, too overcome by the suddenness of