"I know not," replied the maiden in a low voice, and glancing timidly at him. "You frighten me a little--or you would, but that I like you too well to feel afraid of you--but--I have no knowledge of such love as you describe."
"But, you have _heard_ of a love that far exceeds mere friendship--far stronger than affection?"
"Y-es. I have _heard_ of it; and--ridiculed it as fiction. Yet--if you affirm its truth, and in your own person have experienced it--I must fain believe you, for I know you would not say what is not true. But"--here she sagely shook her head--"though my ears receive your words, the time has not yet come when they have reached my heart."
"But, meanwhile, I have not offended you, Ulama?" he asked entreatingly. "You will let me love you? Indeed, I am powerless to help it. And you will try to--to--like me--ah, you have said you _do_ like me already. Will you not try to love me a little?"
"Nay," she frankly answered, "you would not surely have me _try_? What sort of love would that be that we had to _try_ to bring into being--to force upon an unresponsive heart? You have said that it should burst forth spontaneously. I scarcely understand when you speak thus."
"You are right, Ulama, as you ever are; and I am wrong; but my love makes me impatient. I will not expect too much of you. I will wait with such content as is in me to command until your gentle heart shall beat in unison with mine; and something in me tells me that one day it will."
Just then they heard the voice of some one calling to them, and, looking round, they saw Jack Templemore and Zonella, with several others, coming towards them in another boat.
When they were within speaking distance, Jack said that Monella had sent him to tell Leonard he wished to speak to him; Leonard accordingly took up the oars and rowed the barge slowly to shore. There he left Ulama with the party, and proceeded in search of Monella who, he had been told, was awaiting him upon a terrace that overlooked the lake.
Here Leonard found him seated with a field-glass in his hand. Monella turned and looked searchingly at the young man, who felt himself colouring under the other's glance.
"I love not to seem to spy upon your acts, my son," Monella began gravely, "but when I caught sight of you in yonder boat holding the hand of the princess, the daughter of the king, who is our kind and gracious host, I could not well do otherwise than seek a talk with you. I fear you have not well considered what you do."