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Updated: June 13, 2025
Orders had been given that Popova, Kalora and the whole disobedient crew should be brought before him as soon as they arrived. His wrath had not cooled, but somehow his confidence in himself seemed slowly to evaporate, as it came time for him to administer the scolding the scolding which he had rehearsed over and over in his mind.
The Governor-General tried to steady himself in order to meet this unprecedented crisis. "So this is how you have managed my affairs?" he said in angry tones to the trembling Popova. "What is the meaning of this shocking exhibition?" "Don't blame him, father," spoke up Kalora. "I am responsible for whatever has happened. We have seen something of the world.
It is a sleepy and well-behaved town. I have looked it up." "Good! You shall take her to Washington. If one of the many civil wars should break out, or there should be an uprising of the red men, she can hurry to the protection of the Turkish Embassy. Let us make immediate preparations and remember, Popova, that my whole future happiness as a father depends upon the success of this expedition."
Popova promised to go to the hotel and get it for me, but we were bundled away in such a hurry." "Heavens! Imagine any one forgetting such a name! Alexander H. Pike, Bessemer, Pennsylvania, tariff-fed infant and all-round plutocrat." "Why, of course, Pike, Pike it is the name of a fish." "Thank you." The young gentleman from the army moved uneasily, and they remembered that he was present.
She ran over and gave him a smack on the forehead and then said cheerily: "Well, popsy, here I am! What do you think of me?" While Count Selim Malagaski was holding to his chair and trying to sort out from the limited vocabulary of Morovenia the words that could express his boiling emotions, he saw Popova standing shamefaced in the doorway. Was it really Popova?
"Would you mind if I butted in with a suggestion?" said Mr. Pike, laying a friendly hand on the arm of the redoubtable Koldo. "Don't you think it would be better if you went alone to these hotels? This distinguished gentleman," indicating Popova, "is well known on account of being a high guy up at the palace. Sure as you live, if he trails around with you, you will be spotted.
"From the Princess herself," replied Popova. "She saw him at close range." "Believe me, I am sorry, but no one answering the description has been at my hotel," said the manager. "Then I shall go to the Hotel Bristol and the Hotel Victoria," announced Koldo, with something of fierce determination in his tone. "An excellent plan," assented the manager.
To be sure, Popova had received explicit and positive instructions concerning her government. But Popova pshaw! She unwound her veil and removed her head-gear and sat bareheaded by the car-window, greedily welcoming each new picture that swung into view.
"You don't know much about me, but I know plenty about you," he began, closing one eye and nodding wisely. "I hadn't been here very long before I found out who was the real brains of that outfit up at the palace." "Really, you know, we are not supposed to discuss the merits of our ruler," said Popova, fairly startled at the candid tone of the other. He lifted one hand in timid deprecation.
You go right along and nail your man and we'll sit here in the shade of the sheltering palm and tell each other our troubles." "I must return to the palace quite soon," murmured Popova, gazing at the stranger uneasily. "Call a carriage for the professor," spoke up Mr. Pike briskly, to the manager. "I know his time is valuable, so we'll get down to business immediately, if not sooner."
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