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Updated: May 13, 2025
An hour ago the Inn became quite impossible as a trysting place. A small party from the Regengetz arrived for dinner. Can you guess who is giving the dinner? The great and only William W. Blithers, sir, who comes to put an obstinate daughter upon the throne of Graustark, whether she will or no." "Did he see you?" cried Robin. "No," she answered, with a mischievous gleam in her eyes.
Blithers believed it to be in his power to block any effort Graustark might make in other directions to secure the much-needed money. "Will you come to the point, Mr. Blithers?" said the young Prince, stopping abruptly in the middle of the road and facing his companion. "What are you trying to get at?" Mr. Blithers was not long in getting to the point.
"It devolves upon me, sir, as spokesman for the Ministry, the court and the people of Graustark, to inform you that marriage between our Prince and any other than the Crown Princess of Dawsbergen is not to be considered as possible." Mr. Blithers stared. "Hasn't the Prince any voice in the matter?" he demanded. "Yes.
"And it will be ours," added Mr. Blithers, more to himself than to his wife as the two tall figures moved off with the throng. Then to his wife: "Now to find out what ship they're sailing on. I'll fix it so they'll have to take the Jupiter, whether they want to or not." "Wouldn't it be wisdom to find out what ship Maud is sailing on, Will? It seems to me that she is the real problem."
There is absolutely no defence against a creature who will rub your head with loving, gentle fingers after she has worked you up to the point where you could kill her with pleasure or at least so said Mr. Blithers with rueful frequency. Mr. and Mrs. Blithers had been discussing royalty.
Something warned him that if he opened it in the presence of the messenger he would say something that a young boy ought not to hear. "It's from Maud," said the obliging boy, beaming good-nature. It cost him a quarter, that bit of gentility, for Mr. Blithers at once said something that a messenger boy ought to hear, and ordered Jackson to go ahead.
Blithers, after a moment of hard thinking, "it may interest you to know that I married for love." "It does interest me," said Robin. "I am glad that you did." "I was a comparatively poor man when I married. The girl I married was well-off in her own right. She had brains as well. We worked together to lay the foundation for a well, for the fortune we now possess.
Smart diners in the immediate neighbourhood appeared to be a trifle shocked. Three dignified looking gentlemen, seated near the door, got up and left the room. "We really must be going," said Mrs. Blithers nervously, who had been watching the three men for some time with something akin to dismay in her soul. She had the sickening notion that they were members of the Cabinet lords of the realm.
"Do you imagine, sir, that I will receive him?" "Certainly. Are you not a diplomat?" "I am a Minister of War," said the Count, and his scowl was an indication of absolute proficiency in the science. "And what's more," went on King, reflectively, "it wouldn't in the least surprise me if Blithers is the man behind the directors in this sudden move of the banks."
Blithers in a tone of relief. He shifted his legs and put his hands on his knees, suggesting a readiness to arise on an instant's notice. "Shall we try another set?" called out the Prince. "Make it doubles," put in Lieutenant Dank, and turned to Nellie. "Shall we take them on?" And doubles it was, much to the disgust of Mr. Blithers.
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