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In that case, it would, of course, be too late for England to interfere; she could only express her regrets to Prince Ferdinand, and send her congratulations to Prince George. So if Markeld doesn't get a chance to say his little speech within the next two or three days, I don't believe he'll ever get a chance." Susie nodded thoughtfully.
Well, that ought not to be so difficult!" and the dark eyes snapped ominously. "Though, perhaps, it's hardly worth the trouble," suggested Nell. "Perhaps not," assented her sister; but half an hour later she waylaid her father to give him her commands. "Dad," she said, "if the Prince of Markeld asks you for permission to call, you'll tell him he may.
"I deny nothing," said Susie, proudly, and she looked the duchess unflinchingly in the face. Cranford walked straight over to the Prince of Markeld. "Wasn't it Miss Rushford who told you?" he asked. "No, it was the note," answered the Prince, fiercely.
"Well, since he is here," continued Blake, "there's only one thing for you to do, and that is to stay under cover." "But, confound it!" protested Vernon, "I can't stay cooped up here in these rooms all the time!" "That's the only safe way," observed Collins. "Suppose Markeld should find out how the land lies! The fat would be in the fire for sure; and we'd be in a mighty awkward position!
'Lord Vernon will be pleased to see the Prince of Markeld at five o'clock this afternoon. He has no recollection of having recently performed any prompt or chivalrous action. The Prince has doubtless been misinformed. That gives us half an hour neither too much time, nor too little." "But that's folly!" protested Blake; "how can you carry it through?" "Leave that to me.
Diplomacy or no diplomacy, we're playing Markeld a dirty trick that's the only expression that describes it. He's a nice fellow and we ought to treat him fairly." Collins shrugged his shoulders as he turned away to the window and lighted a cigarette. "You said something of the same sort yesterday, I believe," he remarked, negligently. "Yes and I meant it then" as I mean it now.
I'll give you to Markeld with a clear conscience, my dear, when the time comes, and bless you both. That is, if you really love him." "Oh, dad!" she cried and hid her face; there is one light in the eyes which none but a lover may see! "Quite sure?" he persisted. "Quite sure!" she said, softly. "You're sure you're not jumping in the dark; it isn't the Prince you're in love with?"
You have spirit you are worthy to be even a Markeld. You must forgive that poor boy yonder." "I think I shall put him on probation," said Susie, glancing up with bright eyes into the eager face beside her. The Prince sank to his knee, his face suddenly radiant with joy, caught her hand and covered it with kisses. "Six months, a year, ten years!" he cried. "I shall be content!" "Ten years!
"Under reasonable orders, perhaps," admitted Vernon, quietly, with a little tightening of the muscles of the face. "I don't admit that either you or Blake is infallible. What is it you propose to do?" "We propose, in the first place, to send Markeld this note." Vernon took it and read it at a glance. "A note which is, of course, a lie," he observed, dispassionately, as he handed it back.
"No matter," said Collins, impatiently. "What did you do?" "I was guilty of unpardonable rudeness," answered Vernon. "I broke away from those girls as though they had the plague, jumped into my chair, and buried myself behind my newspaper. They must have thought I'd escaped from somewhere." "So Markeld didn't see you, it doesn't matter what they thought," remarked Collins. "Oh, doesn't it?"
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