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FROM THE MEMOIRS OF THE QUEEN OF FLORANIA CHAPTER VIII. THE LITTLE GRAND DUCHESS, FELT myself growing stiff with fright. Was it possible that King Peter was going to recognize me? Was this the beginning—his puzzled look, his talk of reminding him of somebody? I answered him in French, making fun of him out of sheer nervousness. I told him all English girls spoke alike—much more so than the French. As we fell to speaking again in that tongue, the puzzled look passed from his face. I invited him into the house. Tea was served. I was awkward and tongue-tied again, and he reverted to his usual manner, so bored under its outward politeness. The others came back, the Princess de Chanterelle with Bunch and some young people I had asked to come to dinner in- formally and dance afterwards. I had had no idea that the king would be there. The princess had not expected him until the following day. I saw her eyes light up feverishly at the sight of him. I ought really to have been sorry for her—that hungry, excited look of uncontrollable joy. But I hated her for it. I felt that though King Peter had more self control than she, still he would give her back ‘that look when they were alone. I was forced to mention the evening’s entertainment. The king said he would be delighted to be present and asked me to send him back in a car to the villa to change. The princess, of course, accompanied him. _The girls and young men, who lived in Reh Mentone, were already dressed for the eve- ning. This story began in the Argosy-Alistory Weekly for April 12. oA 795 Connielooe