an it seemed the waiting would never end. The Cardinal had found
a little house set apart from the street with a great garden of lawns
and cedar-trees and laurels; and in that garden now fresh with spring
flowers and made private by high walls, the Princess passed her days.
Wogan saw her but seldom during this time, but each occasion sent him
back to his lodging in a fever of anxiety. She had grown silent, and her
silence alarmed him. She had lost the sparkling buoyancy of her spirits.
Mrs. Misset, who attended her, told him that she would sit for long
whiles with a red spot burning in each cheek. Wogan feared that her
pride was chafing her gentleness, that she guessed there was reluctance
in the King's delay. "But she must marry the King," he still persevered
in declaring. Her hardships, her imprisonment, her perilous escape, the
snows of Innspruck,--these were known now; and if at the last the end
for which they had been endured--Wogan broke off from his reflections to
hear the world laughing. The world would not think; it would laugh. "For
her own sake she must marry," he cried, as he paced about his rooms.
"For ours, too, for a country's sake;" and he looked northwards towards
England. But "for her own sake" was the reason uppermost in his
thoughts.

But the days passed. The three promised patents came from Rome, and
Cardinal Origo unlocked the drawer and joined Wogan's to them. He
presented all four at the same time.

"The patents carry the titles of 'Excellency,'" said he.

O'Toole beamed with delight.

"Sure," said he, "I will have a toga with the arms of the O'Tooles
embroidered on the back, to appear in at the Capitol. It is on June 15,
your Eminence. Upon my soul, I have not much time;" and he grew
thoughtful.

"A toga will hardly take a month, even with the embroidery, which I do
not greatly recommend," said the Cardinal, drily.

"I was not at the moment thinking of the toga," said O'Toole, gloomily.

"And what of the King in Spain?" asked Wogan.

"We must wait, my friend," said the Cardinal.

In a week there was brought to Wogan one morning a letter in the King's
hand. He fingered it for a little, not daring to break the seal. When he
did break it, he read a great many compliments upon his success, and
after the compliments a statement that the marriage should take place at
Montefiascone as soon as the King could depart from Spain, and after
that statement, a declaration that since her Highness's p