The voice on the telephone was polished and authoritative, as befitted a Grand Marshal of the Court of Belgium. "My Reverend Mother," it announced, "I am going to surprise you: His Majesty the King is visiting some schools this afternoon, and he has decided to begin with your institute." The mother superior of Heverlé's School of the Sacred Heart for Girls gasped: "His Majesty? This afternoon? Oh, what an honor. How can we thank the court?" "It is not," said the voice on the telephone suavely, "a matter of thanks, but a...
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