"Blithers will get you if you don't wash your face," and all that
sort of thing.
There was talk in some circles of demanding the resignation of the
cabinet, but even the pessimistic Gourou admitted that it was idle
talk and would come to nothing if the menacing shadow of Maud
Applegate Blithers could be banished from the vicinity of the throne.
Graustarkians would abide by the compact made by their leading men
and would be content to regard Mr. Blithers as a bona fide creditor.
They would pay him in full when the loan matured, even though they
were compelled to sacrifice their houses in order to accomplish that
end. But, like all the rest of the world, they saw through the rich
American's scheme.
The world knew, and Graustark knew, just what Mr. Blithers was after,
and the worst of it all was that Mr. Blithers also knew, which was
more to the point. But, said Baron Gourou, Graustark knew something
that neither the world nor Mr. Blithers knew, and that was its own
mind. Never, said he, would Maud Applegate be recognised as the
Princess of Graustark, not if she lived for a thousand years and
married Robin as many times as she had hairs on her head.
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