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Rushford glanced about the deserted smoking-room. "No," he said; "I haven't seen any to fall off. I've been wondering how you managed to pay out." "Ah, monsieur," cried Pelletan, wringing his hands, "t'at iss eet I haf been paying out unt paying out until t'e las' franc iss gone. I wass at no time reech, monsieur; at t'is moment I am in ruins!" And, indeed, he looked the part.
"Now that we are through with precept, let us pass on to example, you dear old philosophical thing!" laughed Susie. "What should you say Lord Vernon hoped to accomplish in this instance?" "It seems very plain," said Rushford, "though, of course, I may be mistaken.
"M. le Propriétaire, is he here?" inquired a voice, and Rushford looked around to see a man in resplendent uniform standing at the door. "That's me, I reckon," he said. "This is my first day," explained the man; "I will know monsieur hereafter. I have a telegram," and he produced it. "Monsieur will make acknowledgment here," he added, and held out a narrow white slip of paper.
But at the end of a very few minutes, Monsieur Pelletan was back again, with a thin little notary in tow, and the necessary papers were soon drawn up. "You have only to sign, monsieur," said the notary, after he had finished reading them aloud, and he handed his formidable pen to Rushford. Monsieur Pelletan rubbed his hands together nervously as the American hesitated and looked at him.
He hesitated still, but her eyes compelled him, and he read: "'The Prince of Markeld begs to withdraw his proposal for the hand of Miss Rushford." "And that is all?" "That is all, Susie." "It couldn't be!" she said, a little hoarsely. "His aunt is here Monsieur Pelletan told me and she has pointed out to him the folly of it! I was silly to think it could come true!
It was not until Rushford opened his paper an hour later that he fully understood the remarkable situation of which the Grand Hôtel Royal had, by the merest chance, become the centre.
"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
There was no time for hesitation. Rushford took it, signed the blank, and fished up the expected tip. "Oh, what a tangled web we weave!" he murmured, and looked at the address on the little white envelope. It read: M. le Propriétaire, Grand Hôtel Royal, Weet-sur-Mer. "The plot thickens!" he murmured. "Well, it's really for me. Let's see," and he tore it open.
"But you never do go to the menagerie, at home, you know, dad." "No because I don't care for monkeys or peacocks in fact, I particularly detest them!" "But lions, dad! There are lions " "In the menagerie at home, perhaps." "Yes, and in this one bigger lions than you ever dreamed of, dad! perfect monsters of lions!" "Oh, no, there aren't, Susie," dissented Rushford. "You don't know the species.
They look into your eyes and smile, but behind the smile there is a shudder! Nell and Susie Rushford, with the wind playing in their hair and kissing their cheeks, that morning, were miracles of freshness; two divine messages, two phantoms of delight, sent from the New World to the Old.
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