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Certainly Maud Blithers was as full of attributes as any man in America.
It is not our desire or intention to offend in this matter, but we believe it to be only fair and just that we should understand each other at the outset. The impression is afoot that " "My lords," said Mr. Blithers, rising, his face suddenly pale, "I beg leave to assure you that my daughter's happiness is of far more importance to me than all the damned principalities in the world.
As he neared the recumbent group he paused irresolutely and allowed his gaze to shift toward the road below. Then he came on and as he drew alongside the interested umpire he leaned over and spoke in a low tone of voice. "What?" demanded King, squinting. "Just coming in the gate, sir," said the footman. King shot a glance over his shoulder and then sat up in astonishment. "Good Lord! Blithers!
Good morning." "Good morning, Mr. Schmidt. It wasn't your fault. I should have looked where I was going. 'Stop, look and listen, as they say at the railway crossing." "'Danger' is one of the commonest signs, Miss Guile. It lurks everywhere, especially around corners. I see you have a paper. It appears that Miss Blithers and the Prince are to be married after all."
"May I venture the hope, however, that your life may be prolonged beyond the term of their existence? They expire in a very few years a dozen, in fact." "Oh, I think I can hang on that long," said Mr. Blithers, a little more at ease. He was saying to himself that these fellows were not so bad, after all. "Still one never knows. I may be dead in a year.
She closed the book. "It isn't necessary. I am from New York." "By the way, do you happen to know a Miss Blithers, Maud Blithers?" Miss Guile frowned reflectively. "Blithers? The name is a familiar one. Maud Blithers? What is she like?" "She's supposed to be very good-looking. I've never seen her." "How queer to be asking me if I know her, then. Why do you ask?"
Newspaper reporters camped on the trail of Mr. Blithers. He very obligingly admitted that there was something in the report that his daughter was to marry the Prince of Graustark, although he couldn't say anything definite at the time. It wouldn't be fair to the parties concerned, he explained.
"How are you, my lord," said the king of finance, fairly meek with gratefulness. "Excellently well, Mr. Blithers," returned the Count. "And you?" "Never better, never better," said Mr. Blithers, again pumping the Count's hand up and down with even greater heartiness than before. "Glad to see you. Isn't it a pleasant day? I was telling Mrs.
"No, it isn't," said Robin, and instantly sat up in bed, his face very serious. "If she should turn out to be Miss Blithers, I've cooked my goose to a crisp. Good Lord, when I think of some of the things I said to her about the Blithers family! But wait! If she is Miss Blithers do you suppose she'd sit calmly by and hear the family ridiculed? No, sir! She would have taken my head off like a flash.
It is generally believed that Miss Blithers sailed under an assumed name literally, not figuratively." "Is there any reason why you should imagine that my name is not Guile?" "Yes. Your luggage is resplendently marked with the second letter in the alphabet a gory, crimson B." "I see," she said reflectively. "You examined my luggage, as they say in the customs office.
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