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An afternoon train carried them to New York. A steamer was to sail early next day, and they went aboard that very night. Kalora had left a brief message at her hotel in Washington. It was addressed to Mr.
"Great Heavens, another one!" said the Governor-General. "There are one thousand young men ready and willing to marry Jeneka and not one in all the world wants Kalora. Send him away!" "I am afraid he won't go," suggested the attendant. "He is a very positive character." "Then send him in to me. I can dispose of his case in short order."
She and her mother and her grandmother and her great-grandmother and the whole line of maternal ancestors had been under suppression and had attired themselves according to the directions of a religious Prophet, who had been ignorant concerning color effects. And yet, now that Kalora had escaped from the cage, the original instinct asserted itself.
It was only by the use of imported etiquette that he could open the way to direct courtship. Possibly some of the cautious young noblemen would talk with Kalora, and, finding her bright-eyed, witty, ready in conversation and with enthusiasm for big and masculine undertakings, be attracted to her.
Kalora found herself in a wide and easy kind of a basket-chair sitting under a tree and chatting with Mrs. Plumston. She was trying to be at her ease, and all the time she knew that every young man present was staring at her out of the corner of his eye. Mrs. Plumston, although very tall and evidently of brawny strength, had a twittering little voice and a most confiding manner.
"You refuse to take me seriously, but I am in earnest. Do not humiliate me in the presence of my friends this afternoon." Then he hurried away before she had time to make further sport of him. To Count Selim Malagaski this garden-party was the frantic effort of a sinking man. To Kalora it was a lark. From the pure fun of the thing, she obeyed her father.
He is a person of great importance in his own country, also a student of world-politics I he never have I encountered such discrimination in one so young. It was because of my admiration for his talents and my confidence in his integrity that I consented to deliver a message for him." Kalora squirmed in her pillows, and turned eagerly to face Popova. "A message? For me?" she cried, eagerly.
"I will admit that the whole proceeding is most irregular, to put it mildly. The young man was so deeply interested in your perilous adventure of yesterday, and so desirous of felicitating you upon your escape, that I yielded to his importunities and promised to deliver to you this letter." He brought it out cautiously, as if it were loaded with an explosive, and Kalora pounced upon it.
Pike greeted him rapturously and gave him the keys to North America, and then Kalora patted him on the arm and sent him away to wait for her. They sat and talked for an hour sat and talked and laughed and pieced out between them the wonderful details of that very lively day in Morovenia. "And you have come all the way to Washington, D.C. in order to increase your weight?" he asked.
The Secretary of the Legation at Washington was surprised to receive a letter from the Governor-General of Morovenia requesting him to find apartments for the Princess Kalora and a small retinue.
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