"Now cool down, cool down," he broke in soothingly. "I'm no fool,
Lou. Trust me to do the fine work in a case like this. Sow the right
kind of seeds and you'll get results every time. I merely dropped a
few hints, that's all,--and in the right direction, believe me. Count
Equinox will do the rest. I'll bet my head we'll have this prince
running after Maud so--"
"What _did_ you say?" she demanded. There was a fine moisture on
her upper lip. He sat down on the edge of the bed and talked for half
an hour without interruption. When he came to the end of his oration,
she turned over with her face to the wall and fairly sobbed: "What
will the Kings think of us? What will they think?"
"Who the dickens cares what the Kings think?" he roared, perfectly
aghast at the way she took it. "Who are the Kings? Tell me that! who
are they?"
"I--I can't bear to talk about it. Go to bed."
He wiped his brow helplessly. "You beat anything I've ever seen.
What's the matter with you? Don't you want this prince for Maud?
Well, then, what the deuce are you crying about? You said you wanted
him, didn't you? Well, I'm going to get him.
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