The man designated was a slight, swarthy fellow in the uniform of a colonel.

He did not appear to be particularly happy at the moment.
The American observed the lady's dainty ears.

They had turned a delicate pink.
"May I ask who--" began Truxton timidly.
"She will know if you merely call me Loraine." "So long," said the Prince.
They parted company at once, the Prince and the lady in the rajah silk going toward the Castle, King toward the gates, somewhat dazed and by no means sure of his senses.

He came down to earth after he had marched along on air for some distance, so to speak, and found himself deciding that she was a duchess here, but Loraine at school.

What a wonderful place a girl's school must be! And his sister knew her--knew a lady of high degree! "Hobbs!" he called, catching sight of a dejected figure in front of the chief steward's door.
"Oh, it's you, is it ?" said Mr.Hobbs sullenly.
"It is, Hobbs--very much me.