not the other."

"One cannot be a man and a prince at the same time, I fancy," he said,
bitterly.

"Nor can one be a princess and a woman." Lorry recalled the conversation
in the sickroom two weeks before and smiled ironically. The friendly
girl left them at the door and they passed out of the castle.

"I shall leave Edelweiss to-morrow," said one, more to himself than to
his companion, as they crossed the parade. The other gave a start and
did not look pleased. Then he instinctively glanced toward the castle.

"The Princess is at her window," he cried, clutching Lorry's arm and
pointing back. But the other refused to turn, walking on blindly. "You
ought not to have acted like that, Gren," said Anguish, a few moments
later. "She saw me call your attention to her, and she saw you refuse to
look back. I don't think that you should have hurt her." Lorry did not
respond, and there was no word between them until they were outside the
castle gates.

"You may leave to-morrow, Lorry, if you like, but I'm going to stay a
while," said Harry, a trifle confusedly.

"Haven't you had enough of the place?"

"I don't care a whoop for the place. You see, it's this way: I'm just as
hard hit as you, and it is not a Princess that I have to contend with."

"You mean that you are in love with the Countess?"

"Emphatically."

"I'm sorry for you."

"Think she'll turn me down?"

"Unless you buy a title of one of these miserable counts or dukes."

"Oh, I'm not so sure about that. These counts and dukes come over and
marry our American girls. I don't see why I can't step in and pick out a
nice little Countess if I want to."

"She is not as avaricious as the counts and dukes, I'll wager. She cares
nothing fer your money."

"Well, she's as poor as a church mouse," said the other, doggedly.

"The Countess poor? How do you know?'

"I asked her one day and she told me all about it," said Anguish.

XVI. A CLASH AND IT'S RESULT

"I feel like spending the rest of my days in that monastery up there,"
said Lorry, after dinner that evening. They were strolling about the
town. One was determined to leave the city, the other firm in
his resolve to stay. The latter won the day when he shrewdly, if
explosively, reminded the former that it was their duty as men to stay
and protect the Princess from the machinations of Gabriel, that knave of
purgatory. Lorry, at last recognizing the hopelessness of his suit, was
ready to throw dow