to pass, as they
say in the Bible, which I assure you is a very interesting book, that
there were vague rumors immediately after the birth of Princess
Hildegarde that another child had been born."

"What!" I was half out of my chair. "Another child?"

"Another child. The fact that the Prince swore that when children came
he would make them counterparts of their kind and loving father, lent
color to the rumor that the Princess had had one spirited away to
escape this threatened contamination. And one of the nurses was
missing. Whither had she gone remained a mystery, and is still a
mystery, for she never has returned. Did she spirit away the other
child, the other girl? I say girl advisedly; if there had been a son,
the mother would have retained him. Two years after this interesting
episode, the Princess died, and dying, confessed the deception. But
the curious thing is, nobody believed her. Her mind was not strong,
and it was thought to be a hallucination, this second child. Now let
me come to the present time. Twins are generally alike; one mirrors
the other; when they mature, then comes the deviation, perhaps in the
color of the hair and the eyes. Behold! here are two women, but for
their hair and eyes were one. Tell me what you know of the other." He
bent forward with subdued eagerness.

"Do you think it possible?" I cried excitedly.

"Not only possible, but probable. She is a Princess; at least she
should be."

Then I told him what I knew about Phyllis.

"America! Born in America! It cannot be." He was baffled.

"I have known her for eight years," said I. "She was born in America
as certainly as I was."

"But this likeness? This rumor of another daughter? Ah, there is
something here I do not understand. And this uncle of hers, this
Wentworth; who is he?"

"A retired banker, very wealthy, and at present with the American
ministry at your own capital."

"To him we must go, then." He rose and walked the length of the room,
stopped a moment at the chess table in the corner, then resumed his
chair. "You are wondering, no doubt, what it is to me, all this?"

"I confess you have read my mind correctly."

"Then listen. I am a Prince without a principality; a Prince by
courtesy, my brother ruling the principality of Wortumborg. Thus being
without a principality, I am necessarily without revenues. I must
replenish my very low exchequer by a marriage, a marriage not so
distasteful