The former was peering rather intently at the two men on the
front seat, and evinced little or no interest in the occupants of the
tonneau.
"Wasn't that your friend Mr. Dank?" inquired Miss Guile with
interest. He felt that she was chiding him.
"Yes," said he, and then turned for another look at his compatriots.
Gourou was jotting something down on his cuff-band. The Prince
mentally promised him something for his pains. "But let us leave dull
care behind," he went on gaily.
"He isn't at all dull," said she.
"But he _is_ a care," said he. "He is always losing his heart, Miss
Guile."
"And picking up some one else's, I fancy," said she.
"By the way, who was the good-looking chap that came to Cherbourg to
meet you?"
"A very old friend, Mr. Schmidt. I've known him since I was that
high." (That high was on a line with her knee.)
"Attractive fellow," was his comment.
"Do you think so?" she inquired innocently, and he thought she over-
played it a little. He was conscious of an odd sense of
disappointment in her.
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