"
"Quite right. Not at present. Now let us talk of something else. _A
bas_ Blithers! Down with the plutocrats! Stamp out the vulgarians!
Is there anything else you can suggest?" she cried gaily.
"Long live the Princess Maud!" said he, and doffed his hat. The
satirical note in his voice was not lost on her. She started
perceptibly, and caught her breath. Then she sank back into the
corner with a nervous, strained little laugh.
"You think she will marry him?"
"I think as you do about it, Miss Guile," said he, and she was
silenced.
CHAPTER XV
THE MICE IN A TRAP
They had a table in a cool, shady corner of the broad porch
overlooking the Place d'Armes and the Seine and its vociferous
ferries. To the right runs the gleaming roadway that leads to the
hills and glades through which pomp and pride once strode with such
fatal arrogance. Blue coated servitors attended them on their
arrival, and watched over them during their stay. It was as if Miss
Guile were the fairy princess who had but to wish and her slightest
desire was gratified.
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