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The Bedouin with an unrelenting air of dignity and command, removed his mask and bowed low; to Diane in whose startled eyes below the Seminole turban flashed sympathy and acute regret. "Miss Westfall," said he gravely, "permit me to present to you, Prince Ronador of Houdania." White and stern, his fine eyes flashing imperially, Ronador bowed.
"Hum!" said the Baron blandly and glanced with interest at the undisturbed countenance of Mr. Poynter. "A mere matter of justice and belated frankness to Miss Westfall!" said Philip quietly. "I must respectfully beg Prince Ronador to disclose to her the original motive of his singular and highly romantic courtship.
Days back in Arcadia Diane remembered the Baron had suavely spoken of his kingdom, and Philip had told her much. There was a mad king without issue upon the throne. There were two brothers of the mad king, each of whom had a son. Theodomir, then, had been the son of the elder, Ronador of the younger. Theodomir had fled at the death of his father, unwilling to take up the regency under a mad king.
Aunt Agatha, making a desperate pretense of sorting the lilies, was plainly in a flutter and willing to be tearfully repentent over their intrusion. Not so Philip. There was satisfaction in his steady glance. "There is scarcely any business which I may have with er Tregar's secretary," said Ronador with deliberate insolence, "which may not be more suitably discharged by Tregar himself."
When the dead hand reached forth from the grave to taunt you, Ronador, I was willing at first to stoop to unutterable things to save you and Houdania from dishonor, but more and more there has been distaste in my heart for the blackness of the thing. Days back I warned you by letter that I would not see Miss Westfall coldly sacrificed for a muddle of which she knew absolutely nothing.
"It has been burned." Ronador did not hear. "With Miss Westfall my wife," he finished, "even if the dead thing stirs again, it can make no difference." "Then," said the Baron formally, "I am through with it all, quite through. The task was never of my choosing, as you know.
Granberry's costume was planned maliciously as an impersonal affront to me. He knew of my plans through a telegram of mine to Themar and made his own accordingly. It was not your past to which he referred. Surely it is not difficult to catch his meaning?" "Blunders and blunders and quixotic scruples," raved Ronador, "and now this crowning indignity to-night!
The blazing dark eyes and the calm, unruffled blue ones met in a glance of implacable antagonism. Not in the least impressed Philip replaced his sombrero and spoke to his horse. Fish crows flew overhead with croaks of harsh derision. Another buzzard! With a terrible jerk, Ronador drove on, his face scarlet. So Poynter still dared to follow!
How scornfully she had flashed at Carl! Diane quivered and lay very still, torn by the bitter irony of it. And the Indian mother! Carl had known and Ronador. She had caught a startled look in the eyes of each at the Sherrill fête.
Dear knows I haven't a harelip or even a lisp. Why, Baron Tregar, my dear. He's been staying in St. Augustine, too. It almost seemed as if he had deliberately followed me there though of course that couldn't be. And the Prince too. And the Baron bought an aeroplane to amuse himself and annoy the Carrolls " Aunt Agatha flushed again, cleared her throat and looked away. Why Ronador was in St.
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