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"I am not quite sure. This daughter of his--is she attractive?"
"Rather. Why?"
"He informed me that her dot would be twenty millions if she married the right man. Moreover, she is his only heir. 'Pon my soul, Mrs.
King, he quite took my breath away when he announced that he knew all about our predicament in relation to the Russian loan. It really sounded quite--you might say significant. Does--does he imagine that-- good heaven, it's almost stupefying!"
King smoked in silence for many seconds. There was a pucker of annoyance on his wife's fair brow as she stared reflectively through the window at the distant lights of Blitherwood, far up the mountain side.
"Sounds ominous to me," said King drily. "Is Bobby for sale?"
The Count favoured him with a look of horror. "My dear Mr. King!"
Then as comprehension came, he smiled. "I see. No, he isn't for sale.
He is a Prince, not a p.a.w.n. Mr. Blithers may be willing to buy but--"
he proudly shook his head.
"He was feeling you out, however," said King, ruminating. "Planting the seed, so to speak."
"There is a rumour that she is to marry Count Lannet," said his wife.
"A horrid creature. There was talk in the newspapers last winter of an Italian duke. Poor girl! From what I hear of her, she is rather a good sort, sensible and more genuinely American in her tastes than might be, expected after her bringing-up. And she _is_ pretty."
"How about this young Scoville, Rainie?"
"He's a nice boy but--he'll never get her. She is marked up too high for him. He doesn't possess so much as the t.i.tle to an acre of land."
"Extraordinary, the way you Americans go after our t.i.tles," said the Count good-naturedly.
"No more extraordinary than the way you Europeans go after our money," was her retort.
"I don't know which is the cheaper, t.i.tles or money in these days,"
said King. "I understand one can get a most acceptable duke for three or four millions, a nice marquis or count for half as much, and a Sir on tick." He eyed the Count speculatively. "Of course a prince of the royal blood comes pretty high."
"Pretty high," said the Count grimly. He seemed to be turning something over in his mind. "Your amazing Mr. Blithers further confided to me that he might be willing to take care of the Russian obligation for us if no one else turns up in time. As a matter of fact, without waiting for my reply, he said that he would have his lawyers look into the matter of security at once. I was somewhat dazed, but I think he said that it would be no trouble at all for him to provide the money himself and he would be glad to accommodate us if we had no other plan in mind. Amazing, amazing!"
"Of course, you told him it was not to be considered," said King sharply.
"I endeavoured to do so, but I fear he did not grasp what I was saying. Moreover, I tried to tell him that it was a matter I was not at liberty to discuss. He didn't hear that, either."
"He is not in the habit of hearing any one but himself, I fear," said King.
"I am afraid poor Robin is in jeopardy," said his wife, ruefully.
"The Bogieman is after him."
"Does the incomprehensible creature imagine--" began the Count loudly, and then found it necessary to pull his collar away from his throat as if to save himself from immediate strangulation.
"Mr. Blithers is not blessed with an imagination, Count," said she.
"He doesn't imagine anything."
"If he should presume to insult our Prince by--" grated the old soldier, very red in the face and erect--"if he should presume to--"
Words failed him and an instant later he was laughing, but somewhat uncertainly, with his amused host and hostess.
Mr. Blithers reached home in high spirits. His wife was asleep, but he awoke her without ceremony.
"I say, Lou, wake up. Got some news for you. We'll have a prince in the family before you can say Jack Robinson."
She sat up in bed, blinking with dismay. "In heaven's name, Will, what have you been doing? What--_have_ you been--"
"Cutting bait," said he jovially. "In a day or two I'll throw the hook in, and you'll see what I land. He's as good as caught right now, but we'll let him nibble a while before we jerk. And say, he's a corker, Lou. Finest young fellow I've seen in many a day. He--"
"You don't mean to say that you--you actually said anything to him about--about--Oh, my G.o.d, Will, don't tell me that you were crazy enough to--" cried the poor woman, almost in tears.
"Now cool down, cool down," he broke in soothingly. "I'm no fool, Lou. Trust me to do the fine work in a case like this. Sow the right kind of seeds and you'll get results every time. I merely dropped a few hints, that's all,--and in the right direction, believe me. Count Equinox will do the rest. I'll bet my head we'll have this prince running after Maud so--"
"What _did_ you say?" she demanded. There was a fine moisture on her upper lip. He sat down on the edge of the bed and talked for half an hour without interruption. When he came to the end of his oration, she turned over with her face to the wall and fairly sobbed: "What will the Kings think of us? What will they think?"
"Who the d.i.c.kens cares what the Kings think?" he roared, perfectly aghast at the way she took it. "Who are the Kings? Tell me that! who are they?"
"I--I can't bear to talk about it. Go to bed."
He wiped his brow helplessly. "You beat anything I've ever seen.
What's the matter with you? Don't you want this prince for Maud?
Well, then, what the deuce are you crying about? You said you wanted him, didn't you? Well, I'm going to get him. If I say I'll do a thing, you can bet your last dollar I'll do it. That's the kind of a man William W. Blithers is. You leave it to me. There's only one way to land these foreign n.o.blemen, and I'm--"
She faced him once more, and angrily. "Listen to me," she said. "I've had a talk with Maud. She has gone to bed with a splitting headache and I'm not surprised. Don't you suppose the poor child has a particle of pride? She guessed at once just what you had gone over there for and she cried her eyes out. Now she declares she will never be able to look the Prince in the face, and as for the Kings--Oh, it's sickening. Why can't you leave these things to me? You go about like a bull in a china shop. You might at least have waited until the poor child had an opportunity to see the man before rus.h.i.+ng in with your talk about money. She--"
"Confound it, Lou, don't blame me for everything. We all three agreed at lunch that he was a better bargain than this measly count we've been considering. Maud says she won't marry the count, anyhow, and she _did_ say that if this prince was all that he's cracked up to be, she wouldn't mind being the Princess of Groostock. You can't deny that, Lou. You heard her say it. You--"
"She didn't say Groostock," said his wife shortly. "And you forget that she said she wouldn't promise anything until she'd met him and decided whether she liked him."
"She'll like him all right," said he confidently.
"She will refuse to even meet him, if she hears of your silly blunder to-night."
"Refuse to meet him?" gasped Mr. Blithers.
"I may be able to reason with her, Will, but--but she's stubborn, as well you know. I'm afraid you've spoiled everything."
His face brightened. Lowering his voice to a half-whisper, he said: "We needn't tell her what I said to that old chap, Lou. Just let her think I sat around like a gump and never said a word to anybody. We can--"
"But she'll pin you down, Will, and you know you can't lie with a straight face."
"Maybe--maybe I'd better run down to New York for a few days," he muttered unhappily. "You can square it better than I can."
"In other words, I can lie with a straight face," she said ironically.
"I never thought she'd balk like this," said he, ignoring the remark.
"I fancy you'd better go to New York," she said mercilessly.