Blithers was not in his right mind when he
proposed inviting the Prince to spend a few weeks at Blitherwood,
provided the young man could cut short his visit in the home of Mr.
and Mrs. King, who, he had asseverated, were not in a position to
entertain royalty as royalty was in the habit of being entertained.
Long experience had taught Mr. Blithers to read the lip and eye
language with some degree of certainty, so by watching his wife's
indignant face closely he was able to tell when she was succumbing to
reason. He was a burly, domineering person who reasoned for every one
within range of his voice, and it was only when his wife became
coldly sarcastic that he closed his ears and boomed his opinions into
her very teeth, so to say, joyfully overwhelming her with facts which
it were futile for her to attempt to deny. He was aware, quite as
much so as if he had heard the words, that she was now saying:
"Well, there is absolutely no use arguing with you, Will. Have it
your way if it pleases you."
Eying her with some uneasiness, he cautiously inserted his thumbs in
the armholes of his brocaded waistcoat, and proclaimed:
"As I said before, Lou, there isn't a foreign nobleman, from the
Emperor down, who is above grabbing a few million dollars.
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