Hollingsworth Chase now realised that he no longer had authority over the natives; they suffered him to come and go, but gave no heed to his suggestions.

Rasula made the reports for the islanders and took charge of the statements from the bank.
Every morning he rode boldly into the town, transacted what business he could, talked with the thoroughly disturbed bankers, and then defiantly made his way to the chateau.

He was in love with the Princess-- desperately in love.

He understood perfectly--for he was a man of the world and cosmopolitan--that nothing could come of it.

She was a princess and she was not in a story book; she _could_ not marry him.