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Blithers in that city have received instructions from him to send engineers to Edelweiss for the purpose of estimating the cost of remodelling and rebuilding the castle, in other words to restore it to its condition prior to the Marlanx rebellion fifteen years ago." There was a tantalising smile on the Baron's face as he watched the changing expressions in that of his Prince.
The two Graustarkians stiffened perceptibly, and waited for King to make the revelation to his visitor. "That's Prince Robin of " he began but Mr. Blithers cut him short with a genial wave of the hand. "Of course," he exclaimed, as if annoyed by his own stupidity. "I did hear that you were entertaining a Prince. Slipped my mind, however.
"I have left word at the hotel for her to come up if by any chance she happens to arrive on the evening train." "Haven't you heard from her, Mr. Blithers?" inquired the austere lady, regarding the top of his head with an illy-directed lorgnon. They were entering the long, low dining-room. Mr. Blithers resented the scrutiny: It was lofty and yet stooping.
There was, Mrs. Blithers admitted, food for thought in this peculiar omission on the part of the Prince's late host and hostess, and she would have given a great deal to know what was back of it. The "luggage" was attended to by the admirable Hobbs, there being no sign of a Red Roof servant about the place.
Blithers," said she, utterly helpless. She wouldn't look her husband in the eye and it was quite fortunate that she was unable to do so, for it would have resulted in a laughing duet that could never have been explained. "Why," said Mr. Blithers, arising and looking at his watch again, "bless my soul, it is past dinner time, isn't it? I had no idea it was so late.
Blithers, doffing his panama to fan a heated brow. "Been watching the game from the road for a spell. Out for a stroll. Couldn't resist running in for a minute. You play a beautiful game, Mrs. King. How do you do! Pretty hot work though, isn't it?" He was shaking hands with King and smiling genially upon the trim, panting figure of the Prince's adversary. "Good afternoon, Mr.
It is as good as gold." "Perfectly safe," said Lord Simpson. "Absolutely," said the secondary London lawyer. Pericault's comment was in French and not intended to be brief, but as Mr. Blithers was no longer interested, the privilege of completing his remarks was not accorded him. He did say Mon dieu under his breath, however, in the middle of his employer's next sentence.
"But suppose this matrimonial alliance doesn't come off, who would be the sufferer, you or Dawsbergen? Who will it benefit the most?" There was a moment's silence. Doubtless it had never occurred to the Ministry to speculate on the point. "Dawsbergen is a rich, powerful country," said Romano. "We will be the gainers by such an alliance. Mr. Blithers."
Nearly every one has wired acceptance, so we're sure to have a lot of nice people. Loads of girls, you know the ones I mean, and Mr. Blithers is trying to arrange a sparring match between those two great prizefighters, you know the ones, Mrs. King, just to give us poor women a chance to see what a real man looks like in I mean to say, what marvellous specimens they are, don't you know.
He was rather pleased to find that the big chair was not meant for him. A swift intuition told him that it was reserved for the country's ruler. "The Prince signed the contracts just before you arrived, Mr. Blithers," said Baron Romano. "The seal has been affixed to each of the documents, and your copy is ready for delivery at any time." Mr. Blithers recovered himself slightly.
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