Edgar Jepson

“ She looked at the eager face of the princess; then, with a rueful sigh, she rose and stepped out of the car, prepared for martyrdom.
She did not realize, as the prince had realized, how quickly he and the princess would be out of sight of her slowly climbing self and Sir Horace. But she perceived at once the futility of trying to overtake them.
They went slowly. Steep as the hill was, the prince went up the greater part of it sideways, giving far more attention to the face of the princess than to the difficulties of the way. The air seemed to quiver with the dull hum of a million insects. ”

“ The prince started the car, and said to the princess in a tone of quiet satisfaction:
“I don't think it's worth while being in a car unless you're in the front seat.”
“It isn't,” the princess agreed with conviction.
“We do think alike about things, don't we?” he said, smiling at her.
The prince drove carefully indeed. It had rarely fallen to his lot to drive a car containing so precious a burden. Besides, he could not have talked to the princess so freely had he been driving fifty miles an hour, and he wished to talk to the princess. ”

“ She sat down, set her elbows on her knees, rested her face on her hands, and let her eyes again wander over the scene. Presently she murmured:
“There is nothing so beautiful in the North. There is more grandeur and—and majesty, but it is not so beautiful. ”