Part 11 (2/2)

Edestone smilingly declined.

The d.u.c.h.ess, who by this time was beginning to feel that perhaps Mr.

Edestone would not insist upon taking off his coat or squatting Indian fas.h.i.+on on the floor, continued:

”My son tells me that it was at her house in Paris that he had the pleasure of making your acquaintance.”

”Yes, d.u.c.h.ess,” nodded Edestone.

”She is a most delightful little American,” continued the d.u.c.h.ess. ”So bright, natural, unconventional, and original. And she chews tobacco in the most fascinating manner.”

Edestone all this time had been debating in his mind whether this silly prattle was the result of real ignorance, sn.o.bbishness, or kindness of heart. He gave her the benefit of the doubt, however, and, wis.h.i.+ng to show her that she might put her mind at rest as to his ability to overcome any embarra.s.sment that he might have had, said with a perfectly solemn face:

”You should have asked your friend, Mr. Bradley, to show you his suspenders themselves, d.u.c.h.ess. They are, I am told, set with rubies, sapphires, and diamonds, and cost, I understand, $10,000.”

”How very odd,” said the d.u.c.h.ess.

”And I am sure,” he continued, ”that he feels as proud of having danced with the Princess as she could have been at having been the recipient of so much attention at the hands of 'King John,' who apparently is also a Prince Charming.”

And then ignoring their pretence of having just seen him for the first time, in a most natural manner Edestone referred to the episodes of the crossing.

Turning to the Princess, who all this time had vainly endeavoured to check her mother, and changing his manner out of deference for her youth and inexperience, and a.s.suming a more humble demeanour, he continued:

”I sincerely hope, Princess, that I did not hurt you when I was forced to handle you so roughly, but it was blowing almost a hurricane.”

”I forgive you, Mr. Edestone,” she said with a charming smile, ”for hurting my arm; but,” with a little pout, ”I don't think I can forgive you for hurting my feelings. Why did you not ask Mr. Bradley to present you? He said that he knew you very well.”

”Oh, I was rather afraid,” laughed Edestone, ”to suggest this to him.

You know we do not move in exactly the same set, and I did not wish to give him an opportunity to snub me. Now that he does speak so familiarly of his royal friends, I thought that he might consider me a bit presumptuous.”

”You don't mean to say,” snorted the d.u.c.h.ess, ”that that creature would dare to speak of me as a friend?”

”Well,” said Edestone, ”I shall do him the justice of saying that I am quite certain he would not if he did not believe that you were, and did not think that it was perfectly natural that you should be.”

The Princess, who was looking at Edestone with an intense look, of which however she was absolutely unconscious, broke in impatiently:

”Oh, mamma, do stop talking about that dreadful man and ask Mr.

Edestone to tell us something about his wonderful work.” A light came into her eyes which would have alarmed an American mother had she seen it in the eyes of her daughter at a mixed summer resort.

Edestone was anxious to get away as he took absolutely no interest in this particular phase of life; yet he did not wish to appear unappreciative of the great honour that had been conferred upon him by these ladies of such high rank. However, an opportunity soon presented itself which permitted him to retire, and he bowed himself out of the room, but not, it must be admitted, until he had answered a number of questions which the Princess insisted on putting to him. He did this with perfect deference, yet in such a businesslike way that she was convinced, should a year elapse before he next saw her, he would probably not recognize her.

CHAPTER XV

SURROUNDED BY SOLDIERS

As Edestone left the Palace in company with Colonel Stewart, and the two took their seats in the waiting carriage, he was amused to see a troop of cavalry, which had been drawn up before the entrance, fall in about them as an escort. The men were all dressed in khaki, and, judging from their equipment, they were fixed for business more than a mere guard of honour. A smart, young officer rode up and, saluting the Colonel, asked: ”Where to, sir?”

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