"Permit me to restore the lace handkerchief which you dropped some time ago.

I've been keeping it for myself, but----" "My handkerchief ?" she gasped, her thoughts going at once to that ridiculous incident of the balcony.

"It must belong to Lady Deppingham." "Oh, it isn't the one you used on the balcony," he protested coolly.

"It antedates that adventure." "Balcony?
I don't understand you," she contested.
"Then you are exceedingly obtuse." "I never dreamed that you could see," she confessed pathetically.
"It was extremely nice in you and very presumptuous in me.

But, your highness, this is the handkerchief you dropped in the Castle garden six months ago.