In front of them a middle-aged man, soberly dressed, and a tall girl were walking.
"That's the American Ambassador," muttered the old man as they passed. "Come with Lord Derby's party. Great scholar, they say. That's his daughter."
The tall Ambassador with the stoop paused to let the other couple go by.
Then he nodded at the young man's back.
"Mr. Silver," he murmured in his daughter's ear. "And the old gentleman's her father."
The girl was alert at once. She, too, had heard the tales.
"Is it?" she cried. "Where's she?"
"I don't know," the other answered.
"I hope they win," said the girl—"in some ways."
Her father smiled.