How Paul reached his room, he never knew. He was in an ecstasy-his young blood surging through his veins in response to the leap of the seething passions within.
Have you never felt it, Reader? If you have not, you had better lay aside this book, for you will never, never understand what followed-what must follow, in the very nature of human hearts.
Fate once more had placed happiness in his grasp-should he fling it from him? Never! never again! He remembered his mother and her great love, as she had bade him.
This day, following as it did his mother's letter, had been a revelation to him of the possibilities of life, and of his own capacity for enjoying it. In one week, only one week more, he must take upon his shoulders the burdens of a kingdom. Should he let a mistaken sense of right
