"For the love of--" he began blankly; then words failed him, which was just as well. He gulped twice, joy or unbelief choking him. The smile that crept into her face dazzled him; he stared at her in speechless amazement. "Then--then, you are not a duchess or a--" he began again.
"Not at all. A very plain New Yorker," she said, laughing aloud in sudden hysteria. For some reason she drew quickly away from him. "You are not disappointed, are you? Does it spoil your romance to--"
"Spoil it? Disappointed? No! By George, I--I can't believe that any such luck--no, no, I don't mean it just that way! Let me think it out. Let me get it through my head." He leaned back against the wall and devoured her with eager, disturbing eyes. "You are Tullis's sister? You live near--Oh, I say, this is glorious!" He arose and took a turn about the room. In some nervousness and uncertainty she also came to her feet, watching him wonderingly. He hurried back to her, a new light in his eyes. She was very desirable, this slender, uncertain person in the crumpled grey.
"Miss Tullis," he said, a thrill in his voice, "you are a princess, just the same. I never was so happy in my life as I am this minute. It isn't so black as it was. I thought I couldn't win you because you--"
"Win me?" she gasped, her lips parted in wonder.
"Precisely. Now I'm looking at it differently. I don't mind telling you that I'm in love with you--desperately in love. It's been so with me ever since that day in the Park. I loved you as a duchess or a princess, and without hope. Now, I--I--well, I'm going to hope. Perhaps Vos Engo has the better of me just now, but I'm in the lists with him--with all of them. If I get you out of this place--and myself as well--I want you to understand that from this very minute I am trying to win you if it lies in the power of any American to win a girl who has suitors among the nobility. Will--will you give me a chance--just a ghost of a chance? I'll try to do the rest."
"Are--are you really in earnest?" she murmured, composure flying to the winds.
"Yes; terribly so," he said gently. "I mean every word of it. I do love you."
"I--I cannot talk about it now, Mr. King," she fluttered, moving away from him in a sudden panic. Presently he went over to her. She was standing near the candle, staring down at the flame with a strangely preoccupied expression in her eyes.