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〃The world might have been happier for both of us；〃 he whispered。
Somerfield； sullen and discontented； came and looked at them； moved away； and then hesitatingly returned。
〃Willmott is waiting for you；〃 he said。 〃The last was my dance； and this is his。〃
She rose at once and turned to the Prince。
〃I think that we should go back；〃 she said。 〃Will you take me to my aunt？〃
〃If it must be so；〃 he answered。 〃Tell me； Miss Penelope；〃 he added； 〃may I ask your aunt or the Duchess to bring you one day to my house to see my treasures？ I cannot say how long I shall remain in this country。 I would like you so much to come before I break up my little home。〃
〃Of course we will；〃 she answered。 〃My aunt goes nowhere； but the Duchess will bring me； I am sure。 Ask her when I am there； and we can agree about the day。〃
He leaned a little towards her。
〃Tomorrow？〃 he whispered。
She nodded。 There were three engagements for the next day of which she took no heed。
〃Tomorrow；〃 she said。 〃Come and let us arrange it with the Duchess。〃
Prince Maiyo left Devenham House to find the stars paling in the sky； and the light of an April dawn breaking through the black clouds eastwards。 He dismissed his electric brougham with a little wave of the hand； and turned to walk to his house in St。 James's Square。 As he walked； he bared his head。 After the long hours of artificially heated rooms； there was something particularly soothing about the fresh sweetness of the early spring morning。 There was something； it seemed to him； which reminded him； however faintly； of the mornings in his own land；the perfume of the flowers from the window…boxes； perhaps； the absence of that hideous roar of traffic； or the faint aromatic scent from the lime trees in the Park； heavy from recent rain。 It was the quietest hour of the twenty…four；the hour almost of dawn。 The night wayfarers had passed away； the great army of toilers as yet slumbered。 One sad…eyed woman stumbled against him as he walked slowly up Piccadilly。 He lifted his hat with an involuntary gesture； and her laugh changed into a sob。 He turned round； and emptied his pockets of silver into her hand； hurrying away quickly that his eyes might not dwell upon her face。
〃A coward always；〃 he murmured to himself； a little wearily； for he knew where his weakness lay；an invincible repugnance to the ugly things of life。 As he passed on； however； his spirits rose again。 He caught a breath of lilac scent from a closed florist's shop。 He looked up to the skies； over the housetops； faintly blue； growing clearer every moment。 Almost he fancied that he looked again into the eyes of this strange girl； recalled her unexpected yet delightful frankness； which to him； with his love of abstract truth； was； after all； so fascinating。 Oh； there was much to be said for this Western world！much to be said for those whose part it was to live in it！ Yet； never so much as during that brief night walk through the silent streets； did he realize how absolutely unfitted he was to be even a temporary sojourner in this vast city。 What would they say of him if they knew；of him； a breaker of their laws； a guest； and yet a sinner against all their conventions； a guest； and yet one whose hand it was which would strike them； some day or other； the great blow！ What would she think of him？ He wondered whether she would realize the truth； whether she would understand。 Almost as he asked himself the question； he smiled。 To him it seemed a strange proof of the danger in which a weaker man would stand of passing under the yoke of this hateful Western civilization。 To dream of heryes！ To see her face shining upon him from every beautiful place； to feel the delight of her presence with every delicious sensation；the warmth of the sunlight； the perfume of the blossoms he loved！ There was joy in this； the joy of the artist and the lover。 But to find her in his life； a real person； a daughter of this new world； whose every instinct would be at war with histhat way lay slavery！ He brushed the very thought from him。
As he reached the door of his house in St。 James' Square； it opened slowly before him。 He had brought his own servants from his own country； and in their master's absence sleep was not for them。 His butler spoke to him in his own language。 The Prince nodded and passed on。 On his study tablea curious note of modernism where everything seemed to belong to a bygone worldwas a cablegram。 He tore it open。 It consisted of one word only。 He let the thin paper fall fluttering from his fingers。 So the time was fixed！
Then Soto came gliding noiselessly into the room； fully dressed； with tireless eyes but wan face；Soto； the prototype of his master； the most perfect secretary and servant evolved through all the years。
〃Master；〃 he said； 〃there has been trouble here。 An Englishman came with this card。〃
The Prince took it； and read the name of Inspector Jacks。
〃Well？〃 he murmured。
〃The man asked questions；〃 Soto continued。 〃We spoke English so badly that he was puzzled。 He went away； but he will come again。〃
The Prince smiled； and laid his hand almost caressingly upon the other's shoulder。
〃It is of no consequence； Soto；〃 he said；〃no consequence whatever。〃
CHAPTER XIV。 AN ENGAGEMENT
〃Your rooms； Prince； are wonderful；〃 Penelope said to him。 〃I knew that you were a man of taste； but I did not know that you were also a millionaire。〃
He laughed softly。
〃In my country；〃 he answered； 〃there are no millionaires。 The money which we have； however； we spend； perhaps a little differently。 But； indeed； none of my treasures here have cost me anything。 They have come to me through more generations than I should care to reckon up。 The bronze idol； for instance； upon my writing case is four hundred years old； to my certain knowledge； and my tapestries were woven when in this country your walls went bare。〃
〃What I admire more than anything；〃 the Duchess declared； 〃is your beautiful violet tone。〃
〃I am glad；〃 he answered； 〃that you like my coloring。 Some people have thought it sombre。 To me dark colors indoors are restful。〃
〃Everything about the whole place is restful；〃 Penelope said；〃your servants with their quaint dresses and slippered feet； your thick carpets； the smell of those strange burning leaves； and； forgive me if I say so； your closed windows。 I suppose in time I should have a headache。 For a little while it is delicious。〃
The Prince sighed。
〃Fresh air is good；〃 he said； 〃but the air that comes from your streets does not seem to me to be fresh； nor do I like the roar of your great city always in my ears。 Here I cut myself off； and I feel that I can think。 Duchess； you must try those preserved fruits。 They come to me from my own land。 I think that the secret of preserving them is not known here。 You see； they are packed with rose leaves and lemon plant。 There is a golden fig； Miss Penelope；the fruit of great knowledge； the magical fruit； too； they say。 Eat that and close your eyes and you can look back and tell us all the wonders of the past。 That is to say；〃 he added with a faint smile； 〃if the magic works。〃
〃But the magic never does work；〃 she protested with a little sigh； 〃and I am not in the least interested in the past。 Tell me something about the future？〃
〃Surely that is easier；〃 he answered。 〃Over the past we have lost our control；what has been must remain to the end of time。 The future is ours to do what we will with。〃
〃That sounds so reasonable；〃 the Duchess declared； 〃and it is so absolutely false。 No one can do what they will with the future。 It is the future which does what it will with us。〃
The Prince smiled tolerantly。
〃It depends a good deal； does it not；〃 he said； 〃upon ourselves？ Miss Penelope is the daughter of a country which is still young； which has all its future before it； and which； has proclaimed to the world its fixed intention of controlling its own destinies。 She； at any rate； should have imbibed the national spirit。 You are looking at my curtains；〃 he added； turning to Penelope。 〃Let me show you the figures upon them； and I will tell you the allegory。〃
He led her to the window； and explained to her for some moments the story of the faded images which represented one chapter out of the mythology of his country。 And then she stopped him。
〃Always；〃 she said； 〃you and I seem to be talking of things that are dead and past； or of a future which is out of our reach。 Isn't it possible to speak now and then of the present？〃
〃Of the actual present？〃 he asked softly。 〃Of this very moment？〃
〃Of this very moment； if you will；〃 she answered。 〃Your fairy tale the other night was wonderful； but it was a long way off。〃
The Prince was summoned away somewhat abruptly to bid farewell to a little stream of departing guests。 Today； more than ever； he seemed to belong； indeed to the world of real and actual things； for a cousin of his mother's； a Lady Stretton…Wynne； was helping him receive his guestshis own aunt； as Penelope told herself more than once； struggling all the time with a vague incredulity。 When he was able to rejoin her； she was examining a curious little coffer which stood upon an ivory table。
〃Show me the mystery of this lock；〃 she begged。 〃I have bee