She would pretend that it was a part of their last game; so she waved her hand, and said, in a theatrical voice, "You forget, Prince Ethelried, that in the castle of Irmingarde she rules supreme.

If it is the pleasure of your royal steeds to feed upon cushions they shall not be denied, even though they choose my own coach pillows, of gold-cloth and velour." "But what if Gabriel should tell Brossard ?" questioned Jules, his teeth almost chattering at the mere thought.
"Oh, never mind, Jules," she answered, laughingly.

"Don't worry about a little thing like that.

I'll make it all right with madame as soon as she gets home." Jules, with utmost faith in Joyce's power to do anything that she might undertake, drew a long breath of relief.

Half a dozen times between the gate and the lane that led into the Ciseaux field, he turned around to wave his old cap in answer to the hopeful flutter of her little white handkerchief; but when he was out of sight she went back to the carriage-house and looked at the wreck of the cushions with a sinking heart.