p of generations had been created. A Prince of
the realm had been brutally assaulted! Holding his jaw, Lorenz picked
himself from the floor, several of his friends running to his aid. There
was blood on his lips and chin; it trickled to his shirt front. For some
moments he stood panting, glaring at Lorry's mocking face.

"I am Lorenz of Axphain, sir," he said at last, his voice quivering with
suppressed anger.

"It shall be a pleasure to kill you, Lorenz," observed his adversary,
displaying his ignorance of lese-majeste.

Anguish, pale and very much concerned, dragged him away, the Prince
leaving the cafe ahead of them, followed by his chattering, cursing
companions. Prince Gabriel was standing near the door as they passed
out. He looked at the Americans sharply, and Anguish detected something
like triumphant joy in his eyes.

"Good Lord, Lorry; this means a duel! Don't you know that?" cried he, as
they started upstairs.

"Of course, I do. And I'm going to kill that villain, too," exclaimed
Lorry, loud enough to be heard from one end of the room to the other.

"This is horrible, horrible! Let me square it up some way if--" began
the alarmed Anguish.

"Square it up! Look here, Harry Anguish, I am the one who will do the
squaring. If he wants a duel he can have it at any old time and in any
style he desires."

"He may kill you!"

"Not while a just God rules over our destinies. I'll take my chances
with pistols, and now let me tell you one thing, my boy: he'll never
live to touch his lips to hers, nor will there be a royal wedding. She
cannot marry a dead man." He was beside himself with excitement and
it was fully half an hour before Anguish could bring him to a sensible
discussion of the affair. Gradually he became cool, and, the fever once
gone, he did not lose his head again.

"Choose pistols at ten paces and at eight tomorrow," he said,
nonchalantly, as a rap at the door of their apartment announced the
arrival of the Prince's friend.

Anguish admitted two well-dressed, black-bearded men, both of whom had
sat at the Prince's table in the cafe. They introduced themselves as the
Duke of Mizrox and Colonel Attobawn. Their visit was brief, formal and
conclusive.

"We understand that you are persons of rank in your own America?" said
the Duke of Mizrox, after a few moments.

"We are sons of business men," responded Mr. Anguish.

"Oh, well, I hardly know. But his Highness is very willing to waive his
rank