Say, is he ever going to get married ?" There was no answer.

He peered over the top of the pillow.

There were tears in his Aunt Loraine's eyes.

"Oh, say, auntie, darling, don't cry! I'll--I'll go to sleep, honest!" She was not in love with Truxton King, but she was a fine, tender-hearted girl, who suffered because of the thing that had happened to him and because she loved his sister.
Over in the Hotel Regengetz, on a little table in the centre of the room, lay a thick envelope with the royal arms emblazoned in the upper corner.

It contained an invitation to the private circus that had been arranged for the little Prince, and it bore the name of Truxton King.
Across the foot of the bed hung his evening clothes, laid out by a faithful and well-tipped house valet, snug and ready for instant use.
But where was Truxton King?
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