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Updated: June 4, 2025
It's confoundedly unfortunate Markeld couldn't have left his dog at home! Just see how small a thing may affect the fate of nations!" "Don't get philosophical," advised Blake. "There isn't time. Are you going to send that note?" Collins sealed the missive. "It's our only chance," he said, decidedly. "Don't you see; we've got to brazen this thing through.
Rushford gave a long whistle of astonishment; then he laid the paper on his knees and stared thoughtfully out across the sands for some minutes. "Of course, Markeld has followed Vernon here," he said, at last. "I rather admire his pluck. And I'd like to be present at the interview it'll be interesting.
You believe that I desire your happiness! But it must be happiness with honour, Fritz, as becomes a Markeld. You have your name to consider, your house. You know that I would rather oh, a hundred times! wound myself than wound you! You must listen, then, when I tell you that this girl is not worthy of you; when I tell you that this note proves it!" "Read it!" he commanded, in a hoarse voice.
We're in a corner, and there's only one way out." He went to the door and opened it. "For the Prince of Markeld," he said, as he handed the note to the man who stood outside. An Appeal for Aid
I knew that, sooner or later, it would come. I knew it could not escape me, Tellier the evidence of duplicity which I was seeking." "But," objected the Prince, "what duplicity can there be? If Lord Vernon is ill " "Your Highness will pardon me for interrupting; but much depends upon that 'if. If, on the other hand, the illness is only for the moment assumed " "Oh, nonsense!" cried Markeld.
Shortly before six o'clock that evening, the door of Lord Vernon's apartment opened, and the Prince of Markeld appeared on the threshold, bowed out in the politest manner possible by Blake, Collins, and Sir John.
"Now, my friend," he continued rapidly, "you'd better go in and put on your war-togs." Vernon groaned. "Put 'em on thick. I believe Markeld suspects the trick we're playing, and we've got to fool him we've got to show him what a sick man you are." "How could he suspect?" demanded Vernon, incredulously. "Even if he saw me, he couldn't recognise me he doesn't know me."
"I hope I see you better this morning, Lord Vernon," said a pleasant voice. "Why, yes, thank you, Your Highness," answered Vernon, colouring a little. "I feel much better. Let me introduce to you Miss Rushford," he added, catching the other's admiring glance and interpreting it aright. "Miss Rushford, this is the Prince of Markeld." The Prince Gains an Ally
There appeared at the door a figure which drew a stare of surprise from Markeld, accustomed as he was to eccentric habiliment.
He hesitated still, but her eyes compelled him, and he read: "'The Prince of Markeld begs to withdraw his proposal for the hand of Miss Rushford." "And that is all?" "That is all, Susie." "It couldn't be!" she said, a little hoarsely. "His aunt is here Monsieur Pelletan told me and she has pointed out to him the folly of it! I was silly to think it could come true!
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