she stood where Frank had left her. "Perhaps
you would do us the honor to come also?"

Kate accepted the invitation at once, and hurried to her room for a
bonnet.

"Not that one, Madame la Princesse," said Nina, eagerly; "the yellow
with black lace, rather. The national colors will be a flattery to his
Royal Highness."

"What a coquette you are, Nina!"

"And how irresistible would Madame be were she to condescend to be even
a little of one!" said Nina, smiling.

"Perhaps I may yet," said Kate, half sighing as she spoke; and Nina's
dark eyes sparkled as she heard her. "But what do you mean by coquetry,
Nina?" asked she, after a pause.

"It may mean much, Madame, or very little. With such as I am it may be
a rose-colored ribbon; with Madame la Princesse it may be the smile that
wins royalty. Coquetry, after all, is a mere recognition of admiration.
An old Spanish dramatist says, 'That a glance from bright eyes is like
the hoisting of an ensign to acknowledge a salute.'"

"How you run on, Nina, and how ashamed I feel when I catch myself
afterwards thinking over your words!"

Nina laughed merrily at this confession, while she opened the door
for Kate to pass out. In a moment after, Kate was seated beside the
Archduke, and Madame de Heidendorf followed in another carriage.

The Archduke was neither very good-looking nor agreeable. His manners
were not remarkable for any peculiar elegance, nor was there in his
air and bearing any of that special charm which very often seems the
prerogative of royal personages; and yet it would have been excessively
difficult to persuade Kate of all this as she drove along the streets
crowded with uncovered heads. The clank of the escort that rode at
either side, the quick roll of the drum and the rush out of the guard
to salute as he passed, created a sensation of pleasure in her mind
like the enjoyment of a delighted child. Oh, if Nelly could but see
her now!--if dear old papa were but there to look at her; and
Hanserl--little Hans----that loved the Hapsburg House as he loved the
Patron Saint of his own village!

It was, indeed, worth something to taste of splendor like this! And now
she issued forth into the spacious Glacis, glittering with thousands
of bayonets, and trembling under the tramp of the moving squadrons. The
whole line saluted as he drove slowly past, band after band taking up
the sounds, till the proud hymn of Austria filled the whole air. The
soldiers cheered, to