She was hardly curious about the grand duke.
On the way to him the slim equerry asked her her name, and told her to be sure to address the grand duke as "your Highness." On the sea-wall he took her hand, grew rigid, saluted, and said: "I present the Fraeulein Bollyooly von Bride to your Highness." Like the well-mannered child she was, Pollyooly dropped a curtsey.
The grand duke seized her hand, and shook it warmly, and cried: "Mein Gott! if you were zeven--five years elder, I would keess you! Bud id is far to sdoop.

You haf done great good to my zon, ze Prince Adalbert.

You haf made him peenk--guite peenk; and you haf taught him ze creeket.

Id iz sblendid; and you moost rewarded be.

Gif me my burse, Erkelenz." The slim equerry took a purse from his pocket and handed it to the grand duke.