"There's a black horse I own, my favourite horse." "You rode it the first time you came to Ohlau," said the Princess.
"Do you indeed remember that ?" cried Wogan, with so much pleasure that Gaydon stirred in his corner, and Clementina said, "Hush!" Wogan waited in a suspense lest Gaydon should wake up, which, to be sure, would be the most inconsiderate thing in the world.

Gaydon, however, settled himself more comfortably, and in a little his regular breathing might be heard again.
"Well," resumed Wogan, "I have a notion that the lady I shall marry will come riding some sunrise on my black horse across the plain and into my city of dreams.

And she has not." "Ah," said Clementina, "here's a subterfuge, my friend.

The lady you shall marry, you say.

But tell me this! Has the lady you love ridden on your black horse into your city of dreams ?" "No," said Wogan; "for there is no lady whom I love." There Wogan should have ended, but he added rather sadly, "Nor is there like to be." "Then I am sure," said Clementina.
"Sure that I speak truth ?" "No, sure that you mislead me.