"We shall go down to-morrow," he said, and even Mr. Blithers
subsided. He looked to his wife in desperation. She failed him for
the first time in her life. Her eyes were absolutely messageless.
"I'll go down with you," he said, and then gave his wife a look of
defiance.
The next morning brought Maud's letter to her mother. It said:
"Dearest Mother: I enclose the cutting from _Town Truth_. You
may see for yourself what a sickening thing it is. The whole world
knows by this time that the ball was a joke--a horrible joke.
Everybody knows that you are trying to hand me over to Prince Robin
neatly wrapped up in bank notes. And everybody knows that he is
laughing at us, and he isn't alone in his mirth either. What must the
Truxton Kings think of us? I can't bear the thought of meeting that
pretty, clever woman face to face. I know I should die of
mortification, for, of course, she must believe that I am dying to
marry anything on earth that has a title and a pair of legs. Somehow
I don't blame you and dad. You really love me, I know, and you want
to give me the best that the world affords.
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