For the ten thousandth time in the history of medicine a sound constitution had accomplished a miracle impossible to the accumulated medical skill of centuries.
In due course the doctor left, saying that Prince Eugen was 'on the high road to recovery,' and promising to come again within a few hours.
Morning had dawned.

Nella drew the great curtains, and let in a flood of sunlight.
Old Hans, overcome by fatigue, dozed in a chair in a far corner of the room.
The reaction had been too much for him.

Nella and Prince Aribert looked at each other.

They had not exchanged a word about themselves, yet each knew what the other had been thinking.

They clasped hands with a perfect understanding.