"How she loves me!" thought Princess Mary.

" How happy I am now, and how happy I may be with such a friend and such a husband! Husband? Can it be possible?" she thought, not daring to look at his face, but still feeling his eyes gazing at her.

In the evening, after supper, when all were about to retire, Anatole kissed Princess Mary's hand.

She did not know how she found the courage, but she looked straight into his handsome face as it came near to her shortsighted eyes.