"I did not examine your luggage, Miss Guile," said he stiffly. She
hadn't left much for him to stand upon. "Rather unique way to put
one's initials on a trunk, isn't it?"
"It possesses the virtue of originality," she admitted, "and it never
fails to excite curiosity. I am sorry you were misled. Nothing could
be more distressing than to be mistaken for the heroine of a story
and then turn out to be a mere nobody in the end. I've no doubt that
if the amiable Miss Blithers were to hear of it, she'd rush into
print and belabour me with the largest type that money could buy."
"Oh, come now, Miss Guile," he protested, "it really isn't fair to
Miss Blithers. She was justified in following an illustrious example.
You forget that the Prince of Graustark was the first to rush into
print with a flat denial. What else could the poor girl do?"
"Oh, I am not defending the Prince of Graustark. He behaved
abominably, rushing into print as you say. Extremely bad taste, I
should call it."
Robin's ears burned. He could not defend himself.
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