I daresay she
is laughing herself sick over the whole business."
"Which is more than you can say for yourself, Boske," said Robin
blithely. "Brace up! All is not lost. We'll wait here a day or two
longer and then--well, I don't know what we'll do then."
"She never intended to come here at all," said Dank, filled with
resentment. "It was a trick to get rid of us. She--"
"Be honest, old chap and say that it was a trick to get rid of
_me_. Us is entirely too plural. But I haven't lost heart. She'll turn
up yet."
"Count Quinnox is in despair over this extraordinary whim of yours,
highness. He is really ill in bed this morning. I--"
"I'll run up and see him after breakfast," cried the Prince,
genuinely concerned. "I'm sorry he is taking it so seriously."
"He feels that we should be at home instead of dawdling about the--"
"That reminds me. Dank," broke in the Prince, fresh happiness in his
smile; "I've decided that home is the place for you and the Count--
and Gourou too. I'm perfectly able to take care of myself,--with some
assistance from Hobbs,--and I don't see any necessity for you three
to remain with me any longer.
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