Grave servants
are seen passing to and fro within; and from time to time the great
gate is thrown open and a carriage rolls below the arch. For many
reasons this residence was especially dear to the heart of Prince
Florizel; he never drew near to it without enjoying that sentiment
of home-coming so rare in the lives of the great; and on the
present evening he beheld its tall roof and mildly illuminated
windows with unfeigned relief and satisfaction.
As he was approaching the postern door by which he always entered
when alone, a man stepped forth from the shadow and presented
himself with an obeisance in the Prince's path.
"I have the honour of addressing Prince Florizel of Bohemia?" said
he.
"Such is my title," replied the Prince. "What do you want with
me?"
"I am," said the man, "a detective, and I have to present your
Highness with this billet from the Prefect of Police."
The Prince took the letter and glanced it through by the light of
the street lamp. It was highly apologetic, but requested him to
follow the bearer to the Prefecture without delay.
"In short," said Florizel, "I am arrested."
"Your Highness," replied the officer, "nothing, I am certain, could
be further from the intention of the Prefect. You will observe
that he has not granted a warrant. It is mere formality, or call
it, if you prefer, an obligation that your Highness lays on the
authorities.
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