Part 32 (1/2)
”I am sure I can't tell you. Got it first hand, I suppose. He likes Coleman, and Coleman is always hanging up there.”
” Oh, perhaps Coleman was lying,” said Nora easily. Then suddenly her face brightened and she spoke with animation. ” Oh, I haven't told you how my little Greek officer has turned out. Have I?
No? Well, it is simply lovely. Do you know, he belongs to one of the best families in Athens? Hedoes.
And they're rich-rich as can be. My courier tells me that the marble palace where they live is enough to blind you, and that if t.i.tles hadn't gone out of style-or something-here in Greece, my little officer would be a prince! Think of that! The courier didn't know it until we got to Athens, and the little officer-the prince-gave me his card, of course. One of the oldest, n.o.blest and richest families in Greece.
Think of that! There I thought he was only a bothersome little officer who came in handy at times, and there he turns out to be a prince. I could hardly keep myself from rus.h.i.+ng right off to find him and apologise to him for the way I treated him. It was awful! And-” added the fair Nora, pensively, ”if he does meet me in Paris, I'll make him wear that t.i.tle down to a shred, you can bet. What's the good of having a t.i.tle unless you make it work?”
CHAPTER XXIX.
c.o.kE did not stay to luncheon with Nora Black.
He went away saying to himself either that girl don't care a straw for Coleman or she has got a heart absolutely of flint, or she is the greatest actress on earth or-there is some other reason.”
At his departure, Nora turned and called into an adjoining room. ” Maude I ” The voice of her companion and friend answered her peevishly. ” What ?”
”Don't bother me. I'm reading.”
” Well, anyhow, luncheon is ready, so you will have to stir your precious self,” responded Nora. ” You're lazy.”
” I don't want any luncheon. Don't bother me.
I've got a headache.”
” Well, if you don't come out, you'll miss the news.
That's all I've got to say.”
There was a rustle in the adjoining room, and immediately the companion appeared, seeming much annoyed but curious. ” Well, what is it ? ”
” Rufus Coleman is engaged to be married to that Wainwright girl, after all.”
” Well I declare! ” e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed the little old lady.
” Well I declare.” She meditated for a moment, and then continued in a tone of satisfaction. ” I told you that you couldn't stop that man Coleman if he had feally made up his mind to-”
” You're a fool,” said Nora, pleasantly.
” Why? ” said the old lady.
Because you are. Don't talk to me about it. I want to think of Marco.”
” 'Marco,'” quoted the old lady startled.
”The prince. The prince. Can't you understand?
I mean the prince.”
” ' Marco!'” again quoted the old lady, under her breath.
” Yes, 'Marco,'” cried Nora, belligerently. ” 'Marco,'
Do you object to the name? What's the matter with you, anyhow?”
” Well,” rejoined the other, nodding her head wisely, ”he may be a prince, but I've always heard that these continental t.i.tles are no good in comparison to the English t.i.tles.”
”Yes, but who told you so, eh? ” demanded Nora, noisily. She herself answered the question. ” The Englis.h.!.+ ”
” Anyhow, that little marquis who tagged after you in London is a much bigger man in every way, I'll bet, than this little prince of yours.”