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Updated: June 10, 2025
"Show this person out," said the portly princess. The servant gave a little scream. "Mr. Pike!" "Kalora!" And then he was holding both her hands. "You are here here in Morovenia? You came all the way?" "All the way! I'd have come ten times as far. Before I left New York I heard about all those messenger boys hunting me around the hotels, but I didn't know what it meant.
That night Kalora slept on a hard and narrow cot in a bare apartment adjoining her sister's gorgeous boudoir quite a change from the suite overlooking the avenue.
The guests went rapidly to an inspection of the carriages and horses. They were glad to escape. Jeneka, crushed in spirit and shamed at the brazen performance of her sister, began a plaintive conjecture as to "what people would say," when Kalora turned upon her such a tigerish glance that she fairly ran for her apartment, although she was too corpulent for actual sprinting. Mrs.
Pike, in a most nonchalant and roundabout manner, sought information concerning affairs of state, local politics, the Governor-General's household and Princess Kalora. Popova told more than he had meant to tell and more than he knew that he was telling. It may have been that the fizzes were insidious or that Mr.
He explained to the manager of the hotel that the Princess Kalora was an invalid, would require secluded apartments, and probably would not care to meet any of the other persons living at the hotel. Within a week after the rooms had been reserved the invalid drove up to the Legation to thank the Secretary for his kindness.
He came over, almost upsetting two tables in his impetuous course. She expected to see him jump over them. He seized her hand and gazed at her in grinning delight, and the young gentleman from the army went into total eclipse. "I don't believe it. It's too good to be true. I am in a trance. It isn't you, is it?" And he was still holding her hand. "Yes it is." "The Princess ah ?" "Kalora."
"Oh, to travel to travel!" exclaimed Kalora, clasping her hands. "If I am to remain single and a burden for ever, perhaps it would lighten father's grief if I resided far away.
This playful lapse into the American vernacular was quite lost upon the Princess Kalora, who was sitting very still and gazing in a most disconsolate manner at the Secretary. "I felt sure that you could tell me all about him," she said. "Believe me, if I encounter any young millionaire from Pennsylvania, whose hair is golden-red, I shall put detectives on his trail and let you know at once.
They take in the sidewalks at nine o'clock every night. That orchestra down at the hotel handed me a new coon song last night Bill Bailey! Can you beat that? As long as you stay here you are hooked up with a funeral." Kalora, with wrinkled brow, had been striving to follow him in his figurative flights. "Strange," she murmured.
Sometimes I almost favor the oriental system of the husband's directing the wife. Good-by." "Good-by." Mrs. Plumston gave her a kiss and a friendly little pat on the arm, and walked away toward the stables with a swinging, heel-and-toe, masculine stride. Kalora had the whole garden to herself.
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