for a moment watching the
swaying of green boughs, his thoughts at once flew to her--the happy,
simple home-life at Richmond was like some quiet, beautiful dream, the
very memory of which gives rest. He found himself at times wondering how
he liked it so well, it was such a contrast to the feted courtier's life
he led now. He thought of its calm as he thought of a far-off summer
lake.

There had been no flash of jewels, no sheen of cloth of gold there, no
grand uniforms, no thrones there, no crowns, no kings or queens--Leone
and himself; yet how happy they had been. How he loved her; and his
young heart warmed with his love.

What would the world say when she came forth in her imperial loveliness?
He liked to think about it. There were many handsome women and beautiful
girls, but none to compare to her--not one.

He had intended to love her always with the same warmth and truth; he
meant to be constant to her as the needle to the pole. He believed
himself to be so; but insensibly the new life changed him--the gay,
bright, glistening world influenced him.

After a time--even though he loved her just the same--after a time his
thoughts ceased to dwell with such fervent interest on the pretty,
simple home. After a time he began to feel his old keen sense of
pleasure in all that the world had of the beautiful and bright; he began
to feel an interest in its honors and titles.

"I have been lotus-eating," he said to himself; "there is nothing for it
but to rouse myself."

In a short time he became very popular in Berlin. The young English
noble, Lord Chandos, was as popular as any young sovereign, and there
was little need to hurry home.

He went one evening to a very select ball given by the wife of the
English embassador, Lady Baden. She smiled when she saw him.

"I have a surprise for you," she said, warmly. "I have what I know to be
a most charming surprise. Will you go to the little _salon_, the third
on the left? The door is closed, open it, and you will see what you will
see."

Lord Chandos bowed and went in the direction she indicated. He did not
expect to see anything particular, but he respected the caprices of _les
grandes dames_. He opened the door carelessly enough and started back in
amaze. There stood his father and mother, his mother's handsome face
pale with anxiety, her jeweled arms outstretched, her fine eyes full of
love.

"Lance," she said, "my dear son, how good it is to see you again!"