be, in fact, singularly hard to bear when it fell from Princess Heinrich's judicial lips.
"She told me that I had lost him, and that I had only myself to thank for it; and—she said it was perhaps partly because my complexion had lost its freshness." Victoria paused, and then ended, "That's a lie, you know."
I seemed to be young again; we were again laying our heads together, with intent to struggle against our mother. I cared not a groat for William Adolphus, but it would be pleasant to me to help my sister to bring him back to his bearings; and the more pleasant in view of Princess Heinrich's belief that the things could not be done.
"As far as being pleasant to him goes," Victoria resumed, "I don't believe that the creature's pleasant to him either. At least he came home in a horribly bad temper last night."
"And what did you say to him?"
"Oh, I—I told him what I thought."
"How we all waste opportunities!" I reflected. "You ought to have soothed him down. He was annoyed last night."
Of course she asked how I knew it, and in the fresh-born candour of revived alliance I told her the story of our evening. I have observed before on the curious fact that women who think nothing of their husbands are nevertheless annoyed when other people agree in their estimate. Victoria was very indignant with Coralie for slighting William Adolphus and showing a ready, disposition to transfer her attentions to me.
"It's only because you're king," she said. But she did not allow her vexation to obscure her perception. Her frown gave place to a smile as she
