If I say I'll do a
thing, you can bet your last dollar I'll do it. That's the kind of a
man William W. Blithers is. You leave it to me. There's only one way
to land these foreign noblemen, and I'm--"
She faced him once more, and angrily. "Listen to me," she said. "I've
had a talk with Maud. She has gone to bed with a splitting headache
and I'm not surprised. Don't you suppose the poor child has a
particle of pride? She guessed at once just what you had gone over
there for and she cried her eyes out. Now she declares she will never
be able to look the Prince in the face, and as for the Kings--Oh,
it's sickening. Why can't you leave these things to me? You go about
like a bull in a china shop. You might at least have waited until the
poor child had an opportunity to see the man before rushing in with
your talk about money. She--"
"Confound it, Lou, don't blame me for everything. We all three agreed
at lunch that he was a better bargain than this measly count we've
been considering. Maud says she won't marry the count, anyhow, and
she _did_ say that if this prince was all that he's cracked up to be,
she wouldn't mind being the Princess of Groostock.
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