Never before had she so spoken.

Never before had she afforded a glimpse of the real woman.

Her phrases, so natural, so sincere, in her own tongue, and so caressive, stirred the best in him.
The glamour passed from the royal lady; only the sweet and beautiful woman remained.
"I will be what you will, my Princess," he said.
At that moment he could not say more.

For the first time in his life he was mute in a woman's presence; and the reason was that for the first time in his life love for a woman had gripped his heart.
She rose and smiled at him.

"Bons amis, francs et loyaux ?" "Francs et loyaux." She gave him her hand in friendship; but she gave him her eyes in love.
It is the foolish way of women.
"May a frank and loyal friend write to you sometimes ?" he asked.
"Why, yes.