The Presence appeared unmindful.
"And you recognize me ?" she asked.
"Yes, your Highness." He tried to remember what he had said to her that day in the archbishop's garden.

Two or three things came back and the color remounted his cheeks.
"Have you forgotten what you said to me ?" "I dare say I was impertinent," vaguely.
"Ah, you have forgotten, then!" In all his life he never felt so ill at ease.

To what did she refer?
That he would be proud to be her friend?
That if the princess was as beautiful as the maid he could pass judgment?
"Yes, you have forgotten.

Do you not remember that you offered to be my friend ?" She read him through and through, his embarrassment, the tell-tale color in his cheeks.

She laughed, and there was nothing but youth in the laughter.