THE WOOING OF PRINCESS CAMILLA.
"You have conquered."
She had halted, a pace or two from me, with downcast eyes. She said it very slowly, and I stared at her and answered with an unmeaning laugh.
"Forgive me, Princess. I--I fancy my poor wits have been shaken and need a little time to recover. At any rate, I do not understand you."
"You have conquered," she repeated in a low voice that dragged upon the words. Then, after a pause,--"You remember, once, promising me that at the last I should come and place my neck under your foot . . ." She glanced up at me and dropped her eyes again. "Yes, I see that you remember. Eccu--I am here."
"I remember, Princess: but even yet I do not understand. Why, and for what, should you beseech me?"
"In the first place for death. I am your wife . . ." Sh
