"I think I'll get up, Dank, if you don't mind. Call
Hobbs, will you? And, I say, won't you have breakfast up here with
me?"
"I had quite overlooked breakfast, 'pon my soul, I had," said Dank, a
look of pain in his face. "No wonder I have a headache, going without
my coffee so long."
Later on, while they were breakfasting in Robin's sitting room, Hobbs
brought in the morning newspapers. He laid one of them before the
Prince, and jabbed his forefinger upon a glaring headline.
"I beg pardon, sir; I didn't mean to get it into the butter. Very
awkward, I'm sure. Hi, _garcon!_ Fresh butter 'ere, and lively about
it, too. _Buerre!_ That's the word--buttah."
Robin and Dank were staring at the headline as if fascinated. Having
successfully managed the butter, Hobbs at once restored his attention
to the headline, reading it aloud, albeit both of the young men were
capable of reading French at sight. He translated with great
profundity.
"'Miss Blithers Denies Report. Signed Statement Mysteriously
Received. American Heiress not to wed Prince of Graustark.
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