her would not have recognized it. It was growing a little liker
Prince's; and Prince's was a long, perceptive, sagacious nose,--one
that was seldom mistaken.

One day about noon, while the sheep were mostly lying down, and the
shepherd, having left them to the care of the dogs, was himself
stretched under the shade of a rock a little way apart, and the
princess sat knitting, with Prince at her feet, lying in wait for a
snap at a great fly, for even he had his follies--Rosamond saw a poor
woman come toiling up the hill, but took little notice of her until she
was passing, a few yards off, when she heard her utter the dog's name
in a low voice.

Immediately on the summons, Prince started up and followed her--with
hanging head, but gently-wagging tail. At first the princess thought he
was merely taking observations, and consulting with his nose whether
she was respectable or not, but she soon saw that he was following her
in meek submission. Then she sprung to her feet and cried, "Prince,
Prince!" But Prince only turned his head and gave her an odd look, as
if he were trying to smile, and could not. Then the princess grew
angry, and ran after him, shouting, "Prince, come here directly." Again
Prince turned his head, but this time to growl and show his teeth.

The princess flew into one of her forgotten rages, and picking up a
stone, flung it at the woman. Prince turned and darted at her, with
fury in his eyes, and his white teeth gleaming. At the awful sight the
princess turned also, and would have fled, but he was upon her in a
moment, and threw her to the ground, and there she lay.

It was evening when she came to herself. A cool twilight wind, that
somehow seemed to come all the way from the stars, was blowing upon
her. The poor woman and Prince, the shepherd and his sheep, were all
gone, and she was left alone with the wind upon the heather.

She felt sad, weak, and, perhaps, for the first time in her life, a
little ashamed. The violence of which she had been guilty had vanished
from her spirit, and now lay in her memory with the calm morning behind
it, while in front the quiet dusky night was now closing in the loud
shame betwixt a double peace. Between the two her passion looked ugly.
It pained her to remember. She felt it was hateful, and HERS.

But, alas, Prince was gone! That horrid woman had taken him away! The
fury rose again in her heart, and raged--until it came to her mind how
her dear Prince would hav