?"

"But I won't go," said Katie, hurriedly.

"What!" said Harry. "Oh, think--it's for my sake, my life."

"But I can't," said Katie. "I know I shall never see you again. Besides,
what could I do alone?"

"You can go with this other lady, or with your aunt."

"Oh, she can't go with me," said Auntie. "Nothing would induce me to leave
His Majesty. The royal cause is just now in a critical condition, and we
need all our resources."

"Then you can go with the Spanish senorita," said Harry.

"But I'm afraid," said Katie.

"Afraid!" said Harry. "Why, there will be no danger. You will be sent with
a guard."

"Oh, it's not that--it's not that," said Katie; "it's because I'm afraid I
shall never see you again. And it's cruel--very, very cruel in you!"

At this "His Majesty" wiped his eyes. Then he raised his bottle and took
another long pull. Then he heaved a sigh.

"Arrah, ye rogue," said he to Harry, "ye've deludhered that poor gyerrul
intoirely. She's yours out-an'-out--no doubt av that; an' sure but it's
dead bate an' heart-broke intoirely I'd be, so I would, if it wasn't for
the widdy here, that's a frind in time av nade, an' has a heart that's
worth its weight in goold sovereigns."

"His Majesty" now took another long, long pull at the black bottle.

"If it wasn't that I had that other noble heart til fall back on," said
he, as he wiped his royal eyes with the back of his royal hand, "I'd be
fairly broken-hearted, so I would. But I'll be loike Tim in the song:

"'Oh, a widdy she lived in Limerick town,
Not far from Shannon water,
An' Tim kept company wid her,
A coortin' av Biddy, her daughter.
But Micky M'Graw cut in between,
And run away wid Biddy.
"Begorra!" says Tim, "the daughter's gone,
So, faix, I'll take the widdy!"
The widdy!
Not Biddy!
The fond and faithful widdy!
Whooroor!'"

Singing this, the jovial monarch caught Mrs. Russell's hand in his, and
proceeded to dance in a manner which was far more boisterous than
dignified. Mrs. Russell, always fond and indulgent, lent herself to the
royal whim, and danced much more vigorously than could have been expected
from a person of her years. Katie clapped her hands in childish glee. The
Carlists all applauded. The others looked puzzled. "His Majesty" finally
concluded his little dance, after which Mrs. Russell clung to him in a
languishing attitude, and looked like a caricat