"We have entered the Strasse, and I should not like to embarrass you with the attention of the citizens." He put on his hat.

The impulse came to tell her all that he knew in regard to the kingdom's affairs; but his voice refused its offices.
Besides, it was too late; the carriage was rolling into the Platz, and in a moment more it drew up before the terrace of the Continental Hotel.
Maurice stepped out and bared his head.
"This evening, Monsieur, at nine, I shall expect to see you at the archbishop's reception to the corps diplomatique." A hand was extended toward him.

He did not know what to do about it.

"I am offering you my hand to kiss, Monsieur Carewe; it is a privilege which I do not extend to all." As he touched it to his lips, he was sure that a thousand pairs of eyes were centered on him.

The truth is, there were less than one hundred.
It was the first time in many months that the Crown Princess had stopped before the Continental Hotel.