Her guest, a real prince, marvelled not a
little at the complete sway she exercised over this somewhat
autocratic army of menials. They bowed and scraped, and fetched, and
carried, and were not Swiss but slaves in Bagdad during the reign of
its most illustrious Caliph, Al-haroun Raschid the great. The magic
of Araby could have been no more potent than the spell this beautiful
girl cast over the house of Mammon. She laid her finger upon a purse
of gold and wished, and lo! the wonders of the magic carpet were
repeated.
Robin remembered that Maud Applegate Blithers had spent the greater
part of her life in Paris, and it was therefore not unreasonable to
suppose that she had spent something else as well. At any rate, the
Pavilion Bleu was a place where it _had_ to be spent if one wanted the
attention accorded the few.
She had removed her veil, but he was not slow to perceive that she
sat with her back to the long stretch of porch.
"Do you prefer this place to Armenonville or the Paillard at Pre
Catelan, Miss Guile?" he inquired, quite casually, but with a secret
purpose.
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