as a young gentleman from the army. They sat beneath a huge
palm. The tables were crowded together rather closely.

She chanced to look across at the little table to her right, and she
saw a young man--a young man with light hair almost ripe enough to be
auburn.

With a smothered "Oh!" she dropped the olive poised between her fingers,
and as she did so, he looked across and saw her and exclaimed:

"Well, I'll be--"

He came over, almost upsetting two tables in his impetuous course. She
expected to see him jump over them.

He seized her hand and gazed at her in grinning delight, and the young
gentleman from the army went into total eclipse.

XII

THE GOVERNOR CABLES

"I don't believe it. It's too good to be true. I am in a trance. It
isn't you, is it?"

And he was still holding her hand.

"Yes--it is."

"The Princess--ah--?"

"Kalora."

"_That's_ it. I was so busy thinking of you after I left your cute
little country that I couldn't remember the name. I thought of 'calico'
and 'Fedora' and 'Kokomo' and a lot of names that sounded like it, but I
knew I was wrong. _Kalora_--_Kalora_--I'll remember that. I knew it
began with a 'K.' But what in the name of all that is pure and
sanctified are you doing in the land of the free?"

"You invited me to come. Don't you remember? You urged me to come."

"That's why you notified me as soon as you arrived, isn't it? How long
have you been here?"

"I forget--three months--four months. Surely you have seen my name in
the papers. Every morning you may read a full description of what
Princess Kalora of Morovenia wore the night before. For a simple and
democratic people you are rather fond of high-sounding titles, don't you
think?"

"I haven't read the papers, because I'm always afraid I'll find
something about myself. They don't describe my costumes, however. They
simply say that I am trying to blow up and scuttle the ship of State.
But this has nothing to do with your case. It is customary, when you
accept an invitation, to let the host know something about it. In other
words, why didn't you drop me a line?"

"I will confess--the whole truth--since you have been candid enough to
admit that you had forgotten my name. I tried to find you, through the
Legation. I described you, but--your name--_please_ tell me your name
again? You mentioned it, that day in the garden. Popova promised to go
to the hotel and get it for me, but we were bundled away in such a
h