“Why should I want anything different?” the Duke asked defiantly.
“I have made you think,” a soft voice broke in on his thoughts, “and that is an achievement in itself.”
“You are making me feel as if I was abnormal,” the Duke said crossly.
“Not abnormal,” Myrtle protested, “but different! A King, a Chieftain, a Pharaoh and very different from any ordinary man I have ever known.”
There was a little pause.
Then the Duke said,
“Is that really the truth?”
“Of course it is,” Myrtle replied. “You must be aware, Dasher, that there is nobody like you. That is what makes you so exciting. You make one feel almost as if you don’t belong in these modern times, but have stepped out of history or perhaps a different planet.”
She gave a little laugh before she went on,
“Perhaps you have been – w
