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McCutcheon, George Barr, 1866-1928

"The Prince of Graustark"


"Madame Gaston returns long ago. She is beside herself. She is like a
maniac. She has lost you; she cannot explain to--to Mademoiselle's
father. Mon dieu, when he met her unexpectedly in the hall, he
shouts, 'where is my daughter?' And poor Madame she has but to shiver
and stammer and--run away! _Oui_! She dash out into the rain! It
is terrible. She--"
Bedelia broke in upon this jumbled recitation. "Where have we been,
Robin? Where are we now?"
"Where are we, Hobbs?"
"We are just getting back to the Inn of the Stars, sir,--descending,
you might say, sir," said Hobbs.
"Drive on, confound you."
"To the Inn, sir?"
"Certainly!"
The door slammed and the final block was covered in so short a time
that Robin's final kiss was still warm on Bedelia's lips when the
gallant cab rolled up to the portals of the Inn of the Stars.
"Did you ever know such a night, sir?" inquired Hobbs, as the Prince
handed his lady out. He was referring to the weather.


CHAPTER XXIV
JUST WHAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN EXPECTED

Even the most flamboyant of natures may suffer depression at times,
and by the same token arrogance may give way to humility,--or, at the
very least, conviction.


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