The Countess's name was Ingomede and she already had been pointed out to him.
"I suppose I shall have to recall Uncle Jack from exile," he heard the Prince saying to the beautiful lady.

Truxton decided that she was not more than twenty-two.

But they married very young in these queer old countries--especially if they happened to be princes or princesses.

He wanted to talk, to ask questions, to proclaim his wonder, but discreetly resolved that it was best to hold his tongue.

He was by no means sure of himself.
Be that as it may, he was filled with a strange rejoicing.