by the brave Crim Tartar army after an obstinate combat, in which the
Crim Tartars suffered severely.'

What a Prince! thought Angelica: so brave--so calm-looking--so
young--what a hero!

'He is as accomplished as he is brave,' continued the Court Painter.
'He knows all languages perfectly: sings deliciously: plays every
instrument: composes operas which have been acted a thousand nights
running at the Imperial Theatre of Crim Tartary, and danced in a ballet
there before the King and Queen; in which he looked so beautiful, that
his cousin, the lovely daughter of the King of Circassia, died for love
of him.'

'Why did he not marry the poor Princess?' asked Angelica, with a sigh.

'Because they were FIRST COUSINS, Madam, and the clergy forbid these
unions,' said the Painter. 'And, besides, the young Prince had given his
royal heart ELSEWHERE.'

'And to whom?' asked Her Royal Highness.

'I am not at liberty to mention the Princess's name,' answered the
Painter.

'But you may tell me the first letter of it,' gasped out the Princess.

'That Your Royal Highness is at liberty to guess,' said Lorenzo.

'Does it begin with a Z?' asked Angelica.