It was Ruth's turn to smile.
"You are overlooking one thing, Excellency, and that the most important. I am not the Grand Duchess."
"Of course, Highness. You have explained that before. It would not become me to contradict you, and yet you cannot blame me for carrying out my orders. If you do not agree to the plan I have suggested, I must put you under restraint. No one will be permitted to see you, and proper arrangements will be made to have you transferred secretly to one of our warships, which will be making a cruise--for your especial benefit--to America in the course of a month. A month, Highness, is a long time to wait in restraint, but you must see that there is nothing else for me to do."
Ruth was obliged to smile in spite of herself at the mixture of firmness and respect in the suave Minister's tones. He was encouraged by the smile.
"Ah," he said, "I see that Your Highness will be reasonable."
Ruth looked him straight in the eye.
"But what if I should convince Your Excellency that you have made a mistake, that I am telling you the truth when I say I am not the Grand Duchess Carlotta?"
The Minister bowed. "It would be easy to convince me, Highness, if you could produce for me one who is more likely to be the Grand Duchess than yourself. But, alas! could there be two such faces in the world?" Admiration shone out of the little man's eyes.
"There is no doubt, Excellency," said Ruth, still smiling, "that His Majesty was wise in appointing you a diplomat. We shall be good friends even though I have to stay. You are making a mistake, and I am afraid you will have to pay for it. I shall, however, be a model boarder, and possibly even enjoy my trip on the warship. But I certainly shall not receive your friends at a reception, nor will I permit you to give me the honors due the Grand Duchess. Neither can I produce her. She is probably far away by this time. I will tell you my story, and you may judge for yourself."
His Excellency bowed profoundly.
"Your Highness is most gracious," he said. "Will you permit me to be seated?"
"Certainly, Your Excellency."
The Minister drew up a chair and sat down, with a low bow, before his desk; but not before he had placed Ruth in a chair where the light would shine full on her face. He seemed now to be a changed man--almost a judge; and the fingers thrummed on the glass as they had done during the conference with Wratslav and Ivan.