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There would be a task worth doing; an achievement to be proud of all her life! And she trembled a little at the thought that to her, Susie Rushford, fate had given such an opportunity! But Markeld, apparently, had had enough of high politics, or perhaps he found it difficult to keep his mind on them with Susie's dark eyes looking up at him.
Though I don't suppose that either I or the dog was in danger of being eaten," she added to Markeld, as the little old woman trotted tremulously away. "Your dog doesn't look especially ferocious." "Still, I beg a thousand pardons," repeated the Prince. "I should have kept my eye on him. Come here, Jax," he called, "and make your apologies to the ladies."
Yes!" he added, with sudden excitement, "and there was another circumstance which will confirm me!" "Go on!" commanded Markeld, yielding somewhat before this torrent of proof. "At the door he met the young ladies whom he had rescued the Americans; they recognised him I could see their look of astonishment at perceiving him in the chair of an invalid, buried in rugs.
"All that you have been telling me may be true," she said, at last; "I haven't the least doubt that it is true; but yet it doesn't quite excuse tricking the Prince of Markeld as you are doing." "I know it doesn't," admitted Vernon, instantly. "It doesn't excuse it in the least. I don't like it any more than you do, Miss Rushford.
Pity it didn't come before we started for this place." Vernon did not reply, only clasped and unclasped his hands nervously. Collins wheeled around upon him abruptly, his face very stern. "Come," he demanded, "let's have it out, once for all. I'm sick of this shilly-shally. Why can't you let Markeld take care of himself?" "Because you're not playing fairly." "What do you mean by fairly?"
"Who iss eet will arrive, monsieur?" questioned Pelletan faintly. "His Highness, Prince Frederick of Markeld, ambassador from the court of Schloshold-Markheim," answered Rushford, dwelling upon every word. "We will give him apartment B." An Adventure and a Rescue
"Which reminds me," he remarked, at last, "that Markeld spent the evening with the Rushfords." "Well, what of it?" demanded Vernon, sharply, wheeling around. "What is it you mean to insinuate?" "My dear sir," answered Collins, suavely, "I insinuate nothing. I was merely remarking upon the coincidence.
Rushford took it and closed the door. "It's from Markeld," he said, looking at the crest; "thought he hadn't made his case quite emphatic enough, I guess," and he glanced at Susie's blushing face and smiled. "Of course, we'll have to tell him," he added, as he tore open the envelope and unfolded the sheet of paper it contained. "He has a sort of right " He stopped.
Monsieur le Prince de Markeld." "Oh," cried Pelletan. "Monsieur le Prince hass apartment B de luxe." "And so has twice as much room as he needs, of course. Well, take my luggage up there, wherever it is. At my age, one is beyond the reach of scandal, even at a Dutch bathing-resort. Where is Monsieur le Prince?" "Monsieur le Prince iss taking t'e promenade," explained Pelletan.
Dad understood it at once." "Did he?" The occupant of the chair moved a little uneasily. "Yes we talked it over, you know, after Mr. Collins left. But then dad is up on politics and we are not. Only it's a little rough on the Prince of Markeld, don't you think?" "Yes, it is rough on him, but well, it would be rougher to turn him down rougher on all concerned!" "You'd have to turn him down?
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