I have reason for suspecting that he may
have been misrepresented and misjudged--"
"Excellency," said Philip shortly, "my camp lies yonder. And Mrs.
Westfall will doubtless rejoice when her niece's camp is quiet."
Diane met the Baron's glance with a bright flush.
"Excellency," she said, "I thank you."
The two men disappeared among the trees.
CHAPTER XLV
THE GYPSY BLOOD
It was a curious puzzle which, through the quiet of the afternoon that
followed, Diane sought desperately to assemble from the chaos of
highly-colored segments which the morning had supplied. There were
intervals when she rejected the result, with its maddening gaps and
imperfections, with a laugh of utter derision--it was so preposterous!
There were quieter intervals when she pieced the impossible segments
all together again and stared aghast at the result. No matter how
incredulous her attitude, however, when the scattered angles slipped
into unity, riveted together by a painful concentration, the result,
with its consequent light upon the wooing of Ronador, though more and
more startling, was in the main convincing.
Days back in Arcadia Diane remembered the Baron had suavely spoken of
his kingdom, and Philip had told her much. There was a mad king
without issue upon the throne.
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