other parts of the principality. One might fancy one’s self among those grand old German forests, those legendary mountains; the sort of country one sees from the windows at Schreckenstein.”

“What is Schreckenstein?” asked Acton.

“It is a great castle,—the summer residence of the Reigning Prince.”

“Have you ever lived there?”

“I have stayed there,” said the Baroness. Acton was silent; he looked a while at the uncastled landscape before him. “It is the first time you have ever asked me about Silberstadt,” she said. “I should think you would want to know about my marriage; it must seem to you very strange.”Acton looked at her a moment. “Now you wouldn’t like me to say that!” “You Americans have such odd ways!” the Baroness declared. “You never ask anything outright; there seem to be so many things you can’t talk about.” “We Americans are very polite,” said Acton, whose national consciousness had been complicated by a residence in foreign lands, and who yet disliked to hear Americans abused. “We don’t like to tread upon people’s toes,” he said. “But I should like very much to hear about your marriage. Now tell me how it came about.”

“The Prince fell in love with me,” replied the Baroness simply. “He pressed his suit very hard. At first he didn’t wish me to marry him; on the contrary. But on that basis I refused to listen to him. So he offered me marriage—in so far as he might. I was young, and I confess I was rather flattered. But if it were to be done again now, I certainly should not accept him.”

“How long ago was this?” asked Acton.

“Oh—several years,” said Eugenia. “You should never ask a woman for dates.”

“Why, I should think that when a woman was relating history “ Acton answered. “And now he wants to break it off?”

“They want him to make a political marriage. It is his brother’s idea. His brother is very clever.”

“They must be a precious pair!” cried Robert Acton.

The Baroness gave a little philosophic shrug. “Que voulez-vous? They are princes. They think they are treating me very well. Silberstadt is a perfectly despotic little state, and the Reigning Prince may annul the marriage by a stroke of his pen. But he has promised me, nevertheless, not to do so without my formal consent.”

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