"Suppose I were to tell you," said Paul Delroze, "that I once stood face to face with him on French. . . ."Élisabeth looked up at him with the fond expression of a bride to whom the least word of the man she loves is a subject of wonder:"You have seen William II. in France?""Saw him with my own eyes; and I have never forgotten a single one of the details that marked the meeting. And yet it happened very long ago."