Part 42 (2/2)

It was. He had forgotten that; and it came upon him now with a shock of bitter recollection. For a moment he stood silent, the colour draining out of his face, the light fading slowly from his eyes; then, of a sudden, he looked over the glittering room and across its breadth at Irma.

”It would not be possible then?” he asked.

”Not as a royal consort, sir. The people's choice in that respect would lie with the hereditary princess of Danubia. I have already explained that to Mademoiselle. But if it should be your Majesty's pleasure to take a morganatic wife----”

”Cut that!” rapped in Cleek's voice like the snap of a whiplash. ”So, then, one is to sell one's honour for a crown; break a woman's life for a kingdom, and become a royal adulterer for the sake of a throne and sceptre!”

”But, Majesty, one's duty to one's country is a sacred thing.”

”Not so sacred as one's redeemer, Count, and, under G.o.d, here is mine!” he threw back, heatedly. ”Mauravania forgot once; she will forget again. She _must_ forget! My lords and gentlemen, I decline her flattering offer. My only kingdom is here--in this dear woman's arms. Walk with me, Ailsa--walk with me always. You said you would.

Walk with me, dear, as my queen _and_ my wife.”

And putting his arm about her and holding her close, and setting his back to the lights and the flags and the glittering Guard, he pa.s.sed, with head erect, through the murmuring gathering and went down and out with her--to the blue limousine--to the Yard's service again--and to those better things which are the true crown of a man's life.

At the foot of the steps Narkom and Dollops caught up with him, and the boy's eager hand plucked at his sleeve.

”Guv'ner, Gawd love yer--Gawd love yer, sir; you're a man, you are!”

he said with a sort of sob in his voice. ”I'm glad you chucked it.

It was breakin' my heart to think that I'd have to call you 'Sire'

all the rest of my days, sir--like as if you was a bloomin' horse!”

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