ore.
The Quane av Spain 'll be the Quane av France too; an' what's more,
she'll be the quane of beauty an' fashion, an' the ex-Empress
Eugenie'll be nowhere. She'll be forgotten."

It was thus that the royal wooer tried to dazzle Katie's imagination;
but whatever the effect on her may have been, it is certain that Mrs.
Russell experienced the full effect of the dazzling visions which
those words were intended to call up.

"An' now," said "His Majesty," starting up, "we must be off. We've
got business. But we hope to see yez soon, an' have it all arranged.
Whisper, darlint"--and he bent down his royal head close to Mrs.
Russell's tingling ear--"whisper, jool: I'm wantin' to have a
discoorse wid ye--somethin' important--I must see ye alone. It's ill
convaynient just now, an' I don't want to be overheard. I'll wait
till the gyerruls are aslape, an' I'll luk in. Ye'll moind, will ye?
This noight, jool."

"Ah, sire--ah, 'Your Majesty,'" sighed Mrs. Russell, "I'm ready--why
not now?"

"Whis-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-sht! shure ye'll spoil all, so ye will. Only
moind--to-noight!"

"Ah, sire, I'll never forget--never--never!"

"Thin moind to be on the luk-out," said "His Majesty;" and with
these remarkable words he retreated, leaving Mrs. Russell in a state
of mind which, as the novelists say, "can better be imagined than
described."

CHAPTER XXIX.

HOW HARRY PAYS ANOTHER VISIT, AND MEETS WITH A STRANGE ADVENTURE.

Harry's loneliness was by no means alleviated at finding that Katie
was so near. It was, indeed, rather aggravated, for to our
light-hearted friend it seemed intolerable that Katie should be so
near and yet so far. She was separated from him by only a few paces,
and yet he was compelled to keep away from her. To run the risk of
discovery was not to be thought of. By day it was necessary to put up
with his solitude as best he might. He was sufficiently wary not to
forget himself, and he did not lose sight of the probability that he
was watched. The discovery of that passage-way made it seem not
unlikely that this Castle in Spain was all honeycombed with other
passages; that its ponderous walls were all a sham; that these
massive stones served merely as a blind to conceal innumerable
hiding-places and secret chambers. He was sure now that these walls
had ears, and perhaps eyes also; and therefore he determined to do
nothing which could lead to the discovery of his secret.

At length evening came, and the