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Updated: June 2, 2025
On the morning following the return of the yacht from Messina, an invitation to ride to a farmhouse some miles out of Tangier and to breakfast there had been sent to the visitors, and the King had directed the Prince Kalonay, and half of the delegation from Paris, to accept it in his name.
Kalonay glanced at the others, and they nodded to him as though to make him their spokesman. He pointed at Gordon with his cap. "We are here on the invitation of this gentleman, your Majesty," he said. "He took it upon himself to send after those of us who had gone into the country, and came in person for the others who remained in town.
She missed him when she went to the priest's and found that he had not sent for Kalonay to bear his part in their councils; and at times she felt an unworthy wish to hear Kalonay speak the very words she had admired him for keeping from her. And at last she learned the truth that she did love him, and it frightened her, and made her miserable and happy.
I see Miss Carson and her mother coming. After luncheon, then, at, say, three o'clock will that be satisfactory?" "As your Majesty pleases," the priest answered, and with a bow he strode across the terrace to where Kalonay stood watching them. Mrs. Carson and her daughter came from the hotel to the terrace through the hallway which divided the King's apartments.
That's what brought me here, and I must say I rather admire him for attempting such a thing. Of course, it was Kalonay who put him up to it; he would never have stirred from the boulevards if that young man had not made him. But he is here, nevertheless, waiting for a favorable opportunity to sail, and he has ten thousand rifles and three Maxim guns lying in his yacht out there in the harbor.
"That sounds, my dear Kalonay," he said, "almost like a threat." The younger man laughed insolently. "I meant it, too, your Majesty," he answered, bowing mockingly and backing away. As the King's guests seated themselves at his breakfast-table Louis smiled upon them with a gracious glance of welcome and approval.
"When you talk like that, Kalonay," he said, "you make me feel like Alice in the court-room with the Kings and Queens around her. A dozen times this afternoon I've felt like saying, `After all, they are only a pack of cards." Kalonay shook his head and glanced toward Miss Carson for enlightenment. "I don't understand," he said.
He was turning in bewilderment from the King to Father Paul, and he laughed uncertainly. "What nonsense is this?" he demanded. "Whose sorry trick is this? The lie is not even ingenious." General Renauld had not spoken since he had entered the room, but now he advanced in front of Kalonay and faced him with a threatening gesture. "The President of Messina does not lie, sir," he said, sternly.
The Prince Kalonay had first met Miss Carson and her mother by chance in Paris, at the rooms of Father Paul, where they had each gone on the same errand, and since that meeting his whole manner toward the two worlds in which he lived had altered so strangely that mere acquaintances noticed the change.
Kalonay, as though with a great effort, lowered his eyes to the upturned face of the child below him, but held himself back and stood stiffly erect. A sharp shake of the head, as though he argued with himself, was the only sign he gave of the struggle that was going on within him.
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