I shall take a gentleman's chance, my dear
Count, and trust to luck and the generosity of fate. You may be sure
that I shall not annoy Miss Guile, and you may be equally sure that
she--"
"I beg your pardon, Robin, but I did not employ the word annoy,"
protested the Count.
"--that she takes me for a gentleman if not for a prince," went on
Robin, deliberately completing the sentence before he smiled his
forgiveness upon the old man. "I selected the Ritz because all rich
Americans go there, I'm told. I'm taking a chance."
Quinnox had an obstinate strain in his make-up. He continued: "There
is another side to the case, my boy. As a gentleman, you cannot allow
this lovely girl to--er--well, to fall in love with you. That would
be cruel, wantonly cruel. And it is just the thing that is bound to
happen if you go on with--"
"My dear Count, you forget that I am only R. Schmidt to her and but
one of perhaps a hundred young men who have placed her in the same
perilous position. Moreover, it's the other way 'round, sir. It is I
who take the risk, not Miss Guile.
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