"But, Majesty----"
"Good-night, count, and many thanks for your hospitality. You are a little upset to-night, but no doubt you will be all right again in the morning. I will walk to the station and alone, if it is all the same to you."
"Majesty!"
"Dreams, count, dreams. The riddle is solved, my friend. Good luck to your country and good-bye!"
And, setting his back to the palace and the lights and the fluttering flag, and his face to the land that held her, turned and went his way--to the West--to England--to those things which are higher than crowns and better than sceptres and more precious than thrones and ermine.