You ask us to support you and in the next
breath imply that we are unworthy. It is beneath the dignity of
either Baron Gourou or myself to reply to your ungenerous charge."
"I beg your pardon," said Robin, but without lowering his head. He
was not convinced. The barb of suspicion had entered his brain. Were
they, after all, responsible for Bedelia's flight? Had they revealed
his identity to the girl and afterward created such alarm in her
breast that she preferred to slink away in the night rather than to
court the humiliation that might follow if she presumed to wed
Graustark's prince in opposition to his country's wish? "You must
admit that the circumstance of her secret flight last night is
calculated to--But, no matter. We will drop the subject. I warn you,
however, that my mind is fixed. I shall not rest until I have found
her."
"I fancy that the state of unrest will be general," said Gourou, with
perfect good-nature. "It will go very hard with Graustark if we fail
to find her. And now, to return to our original sin: What are we to
do about the ambitious Mr.
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