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"Might I be permitted," he asked, "to kiss his Royal Highness? I should like to boast of the fact, later," he explained. The Crown Prince turned his sad, wise eyes on him in silence, and gravely extended a little hand. "You may kiss his Highness's hand," said Kalonay, smiling. Gordon laughed and pressed the fingers in his own.
"I was going to suggest," said Miss Carson, with some hesitation, "that if I spoke to him I might be able to put it to him in such a way that he would see how necessary it " "Oh, excellent!" exclaimed the King, eagerly, and rising to his feet; "if you only would be so kind, Miss Carson." Kalonay, misunderstanding the situation altogether, fastened his eyes upon the table and did not speak.
That was it, was it not, Father?" "Of course he did," cried Kalonay, laughing like a boy, and slipping lightly to the terrace. "He met him half way and gave him the best he had." He stepped to Miss Carson's side and the two young people moved away smiling, and the priest, seeing that they were about to escape him, cried eagerly, "But that prodigal had repented. This one "
It is not strange that he should have suspected it, and it needed no traitor to enlighten him. The visit of Father Paul and the Prince Kalonay in the yacht, and their speeches inciting the people to rebellion, would have warned the government that an expedition might soon follow.
"Or on how we die," Kalonay added. "I am glad to hear you speak so. If you wish, I shall attach you to the person of the Crown Prince. You shall be on the staff with the rank of Colonel." Gordon made a low and sweeping bow. "Rise, Sir Archibald Gordon," he said. "I thank you," he added. "We shall strive to please." Miss Carson shook her head at him, and sighed in protest.
She had a mother to do that for her, and she was pretty enough, he concluded, to excuse many things, so pretty that he wondered if he might brave the Countess Zara and offer Miss Carson the attentions to which Kalonay had made such arrogant objections.
He thought the revolution would not succeed; he thought it would fail, and so and so and we needed money. They made me I, O my God, I cannot I cannot!" she cried, suddenly, sinking on her knees and hiding her face with her hands. Kalonay stepped toward her and lifted her gently to her feet; but when she looked and saw who it was that held her, she gave a cry and pulled herself free.
Kalonay had never shown her that he loved her, except by those signs which any woman can read and which no man can conceal; but he did not make love to her, and it was that which first prepossessed her in his favor. One or two other men who knew of her fortune, and to whom she had given as little encouragement as she had to Kalonay, had been less considerate.
Give him what he wants a fur coat they always wear fur coats or five thousand francs, or something anything but get rid of him." Barrat stirred uneasily in his chair and shrugged his shoulders. "He is not a boulevard journalist," he replied, sulkily. "Your Majesty is thinking of the Hungarian Jews at Vienna," explained Kalonay, "who live on chantage and the Monte Carlo propaganda fund.
The girl hesitated and made a deep obeisance to the priest. "I am afraid I interrupt you," she said. "Not at all," Kalonay assured her, laughing. "It is a most welcome interruption. The good father has been finding fault with me, as usual, and I am quite willing to change the subject."
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