eagerness and excitement.

"Anguish! Show him to this room quickly! Oh, Dagmar, he brings word from
him! He comes from him! Why is he so slow? Ach, I cannot wait!"

Far from being slow, Anguish was exceedingly swift in approaching the
room to which he feared admittance might be denied. He strode boldly,
impetuously into the apartment, his feet muddy, his clothing splashed
with rain, his appearance far from that of a gentleman.

"Tell me! What is it?" she cried, as he stopped in the center of the
room and glared at her.

"I don't care whether you like it and it doesn't matter if you are a
Princess," he exploded, "there are a few things I'm going to say to you.
First, I want to know what kind of a woman you are to throw into prison
a man like--like Oh, it drives me crazy to think of it! I don't care if
you are insulted. He's a friend of mine and he is no more guilty than
you are, and I want to know what you mean by ordering his arrest?"

Her lips parted as if to speak, her face grew deathly pale, her fingers
clutched the edge o' the divan. She stared at him piteously, unable to
move, to speak. Then the blue eyes filled with tears, a sob came to her
lips, and her tortured heart made a last, brave effort at defense.

"I--I--Mr. Anguish, you wrong me,--I--I--" She tried to whisper through
the closed throat and stiffened lips. Words failed her, but she pleaded
with those wet, imploring eyes. His heart melted, his anger was swept
away in a twinkling. He saw that he had wounded her most unjustly.

"You brute!" hissed the Countess, with flashing, indignant eyes,
throwing her arms about the Princess and drawing her head to her breast.

"Forgive me," he cried, sinking to his knee before the Princess, shame
and contrition in his face. "I have been half mad this whole day, and
I have thought harshly of you. I now see that you are suffering more
intensely than I. I love Lorry, and that is my only excuse. He is being
foully wronged, your Highness, foully wronged."

"I deserve your contempt, after all. Whether he be guilty or innocent,
I should have refused to sign the decree. It is too late now. I have
signed away something that is very dear to me,--his life. You are his
friend and mine. Can you tell me what he thinks of me--what he says--how
he feels?" She asked the triple question breathlessly.

"He believes you were forced into the act and said as much to me. As
to how he feels, I can only ask how you would feel if you we