aid in an undertone to Anguish; "devilish well."

"You might at least say I did it to the queen's taste," growled Anguish,
meaningly.

"Well, then, you did," laughed Lorry.

XXVII. ON THE BALCONY AGAIN

Three persons in the royal castle of Graustark, worn by the dread and
anxiety of weeks, fatigued by the sleepless nights just past, slumbered
through the long afternoon with the motionless, deathlike sleep of
the utterly fagged. Yetive, in her darkened bed chamber, dreamed,
with smiling lips, of a tall soldier and a throne on which cobwebs
multiplied. Grenfall Lorry saw in his dreams a slim soldier with
troubled face and averted, timid eyes, standing guard over him with a
brave, stiff back and chin painfully uplifted. Captain Quinnox dreamed
not, for his mind was tranquil in the assurance that he had been
forgiven by the Princess.

While Lorry slept in the room set apart for him, Anguish roamed the park
with a happy-faced, slender young lady, into whose ears he poured
the history of a certain affection, from the tender beginning to the
distracting end. And she smiled and trembled with delight, closing not
her ears against the sound of his voice nor her heart to the love that
craved admission. They were not dreaming.

After dinner that evening Lorry led the Princess out into the moonlit
night. The November breezes were soft and balmy and the shadows deep.

"Let us leave the park to Dagmar and her hero, to the soldiers and
the musicians," said Yetive. "There is a broad portico here, with the
tenderest of memories. Do you remember a night like this, a month or
more ago? the moon, the sentinel and some sorrows? I would again stand
where we stood on that night and again look up to the moon and the
solemn sentinel, but not as we saw them then, with heartache and
evasion."

"The balcony, then, without the old restrictions," Lorry agreed. "I want
to see that dark old monastery again, and to tell you how I looked from
its lofty windows through the chill of wind and the chill of life into
the fairest Eden that was ever denied man."

"In an hour, then, I will meet you there."

"I must correct you. In an hour you will find me there."

She left him, retiring with her aunt and the Countess Dagmar. Lorry
remained in the hall with Halfont, Prince Bolaroz, Mizrox and Anguish.
The conversation ran once more into the ever-recurring topic of the day,
Gabriel's confession. The Prince of Dawsbergen was confined in the
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