sunbonnet and that he was very pleased
that he had been deceived by it, since it had given him the pleasure of
her acquaintance. Miss Lambart and Sir Maurice sat on a bank and
talked seriously about everything and certain other things, but chiefly
about themselves and each other.

So the world wagged as the archduke saw the golden minutes which lay
between him and the one-fifteen slipping away while his daughter
remained uncaught. He chafed and fumed. His vexation grew even more
keen when he came to the end of his cigar and found that the
thoughtless count had borne away the case. He appealed to the
chauffeur for advice; but the chauffeur, a native of Rowington and
ignorant of Beaumarchais, could give him none.

At half past twelve the archduke rose to his full height in the car,
bellowed: "Zerbst! Zerbst! Zerbst!" and sank down again panting with
the effort.

[Illustration: The archduke bellowed: "Zerbst! Zerbst! Zerbst!"]

The chauffeur looked at him with compassionate eyes. The archduke's
bellow, for all his huge round bulk, was but a thin and reedy cry. No
answer came to it; no one came from the path to the knoll.

"P'raps if I was to give him a call, your Grace," said the chauffeur,
somewhat complacent at displaying his knowledge of the right way to
address an archduke.

"Yes, shout!" said the archduke quickly.

The chauffeur rose to his full height in the car and bellowed: "Zerbst!
Zerbst! Zerbst!"

No answer came to the call; no one came from the path to the knoll.

In three minutes the archduke was grinding his teeth in a black fury.

Then with an air of inspiration he cried: "I shout--you shout--all ad
vonce!"

"Every little 'elps," said the chauffeur politely.

With that they both rose to their full height in the car and together
bellowed: "Zerbst! Zerbst! Zerbst!"

No answer came to it; no one came from the path to the knoll.

On his sunny bank on the side of the knoll Sir Maurice said carelessly:
"He seems to be growing impatient."

"He isn't calling us. And it's no use our going back without either
the princess or the count," said Miss Lambart quickly.

"Not the slightest," said Sir Maurice; and he drew her closer, if that
were possible, to him and kissed her.

To this point had their cooperation in the search for the princess and
their discussion of everything and certain other things ripened their
earlier friendship. They, or rather Sir Maurice, had even been
discussin