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Worth opened the door for the women, and when it closed after them he turned savagely toward O'Mally. "You ass!" "There are others!" retorted O'Mally, afire. "You agreed; so drop it. But what the devil are we going to do?" "That's the question!" Smith got out his pipe. "We are all going to the Villa Ariadne, and from there to jail!" And Worth flung out of the salon. "Jail," mused O'Mally.
La Signorina Capricciosa, who broke the bank at Monte Carlo, will open at the " "Be still," said Worth. "Dash it, business is business, and without publicity there isn't any business." O'Mally was hurt. "Mr. O'Mally is right," said La Signorina. "It would be a good advertisement. But your combined opinion is what I want."
"I'll see the farce to the end, even if that end is jail." "If!" cried O'Mally. "You speak as though you had some doubt regarding that possibility!" "So I have." Hillard went to the table, selected a rose, and drew it through the lapel of his coat. "I say, Jack!" Merrihew interposed, greatly perturbed. "And you will stay also, Dan." "Are you really in earnest?" dubiously.
"You're the finest woman in the world," declared O'Mally; "and whatever you have done has been right, I know." Then Kitty ran up to La Signorina and embraced her; and the eyes of both of them swam in tears. "You will be happy, at any rate, Kitty." "Poor girl!" cried Kitty. Princesses were mortal like other people. "How I love you! Come back with us to America."
"That will be all," he added, to the manager, who was willing enough to make his escape. "You will forgive us, won't you?" asked O'Mally. "It could not be. We men have some ideas in our heads that you can't knock out with a club. It was fine of you. You've a heart as big as all outdoors. We'll keep the thought behind the deed. Eh, boys? Do not be angry with us."
"But what was to become of you?" asked Worth from behind his fortress of shadow. "I?" She paused with indecision. The question was not expected. "Oh, Italy is my home. I shall find a way somehow. Put me out of your thoughts entirely. But I am sorry to bring you this bitter disappointment, for it must be bitter. You have all been so good and patient in your misfortune." "Forget it," said O'Mally.
How old are you?" suspiciously. "Settanta; seventy." "Well, you look it. But why hasn't the princess ever been here, when it's so beautiful?" "Woman." "What woman?" "La Principessa. Many villas, much money." O'Mally kicked at one of the lizards. "I thought she might be young." "No. But La Signorina-bah! they ar-r-r-rest her. Patienza!" "You think so?" "Wait."
Think of the fat part for the press agent! No," continued O'Mally, "she doesn't belong." "The thing that sticks in my mind is the alternative which she has promised to offer." Worth eyed the ceiling. "She said that if she failed at Monte Carlo she had another plan. What? Pawning her jewels? I think not. But whatever it is, I expect to be counted in." "I, too," agreed Smith.
Queer business. But she's a princess, all right; and she doesn't need any foreign handle, either. Kitty, you stick to America when you think of getting married." "I shall," said Kitty demurely. "My opinion," went on O'Mally, "is that the prince beat his nag out of pure deviltry, and the brute jumped into the gorge with him. The carabinieri claim that they saw a man in the gorge.
And that was as near familiarity as O'Mally ever came. She turned to Smith, but he put out a hand in violent protest; then to Worth, but he smiled and shook his head. "O'Mally is right," he said. "We need no guaranty." She put the ring away. It was her mother's. She never would smile in secret at these men again.
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