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"Come in!" he shouted, before the others could draw breath. "No, I'm not going to hide!" he added, in answer to Collins's gesture. "That farce is finished!" The door opened and Monsieur Pelletan appeared on the threshold. "Monsieur le Prince de Markeld!" he announced, and bowed low, as the Prince advanced past him into the room. In the shadows of the hall, Glück's erect figure was dimly visible.
I'd just got into a most interesting conversation with those girls, when up came a fellow whom I knew instinctively to be Markeld." He stopped as he caught the others' astounded gaze. "Yes, Markeld!" he repeated, defiantly. "I've an idea that he is the owner of the dog. I suppose I should have sent James to inquire who the dog belonged to before I ventured forth!"
Prince Markeld, descending with the earliest, left nothing this time to chance, but took his station at the stairfoot, and waited there with a patience really exemplary. From which it will be seen that Princes in love are much as other men.
"I have sent it back once, saying that Your Highness was not to be disturbed. He returned it, insisting " Markeld took the card, glanced at it, and read: "M. André Tellier, Paris. Agent du Service de Sûreté" Beneath this was a pencilled line "Concerning the question of the succession." The Prince stared at it a moment in some astonishment, not unmixed with irritation.
But what she must have said will remain forever a mystery, for just then the Prince of Markeld came hurrying up. "I hope there is no damage," he said, speaking with just the slightest accent. "He is my dog," he added, seeing their questioning glance. "I am very sorry. I was a little preoccupied and was not noticing him. He is usually a very good dog.
Then he went back to the beginning and read it aloud: "The Prince of Markeld admired greatly Lord Vernon's recent prompt and chivalrous action, which he had the privilege of witnessing. He is sure, however, that His Lordship's illness cannot be so serious as represented, and hopes that His Lordship will not persist in refusing him an audience. Such a course would be neither ingenuous nor fair."
"And no doubt gets along very well without Highnesses," laughed Markeld, gripping the proffered fingers with a warmth which pleased their owner. The latter found himself admiring, too, the erect figure, the clean face, the clear eyes; he told himself with pleasure that the Prince looked as well by daylight as by gaslight a tribute to his youth and the way he had employed it.
But his attention was distracted from it, for an instant later, he heard a step on the stair, and the Prince of Markeld mounted from the floor below, passed him with the slightest possible inclination of the head, and continued upward. Collins, staring after him, standing still as death, heard him enter the apartment of the Rushfords.
Besides, it wasn't by any means so difficult as Mr. Collins thought it would be." "You don't mean that Markeld actually asked you! I didn't believe he'd do that, despite Collins's prophecy. He seemed to have too much of high politeness about him." "I was sure he would," put in Collins, triumphantly.
"Then all is lost!" "How lost?" demanded Markeld, red with anger. "In what way lost? Have a care of what you say!" Tellier controlled himself by a mighty effort and managed to speak with some approach to calmness. "The German Emperor will not waste a week, Your Highness. That is not his way, as you very well know. He will be at work every hour every minute!"
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