“Well, not long. He has already had two heart attacks.”
“Ah, I see what you mean,” he murmured; “and after him the republic again?”
“Certainly. My country would never endure Danilo, nor permit itself to be governed by an American.”
“But in that case,” he pointed out, “this whole affair is nothing but a piece of sharp practice.”
“Against whom?”
“Against the Davises.”
“Oh,” she said negligently; “they deserve it. I am not concerned about them.”
“But I am,” he said. “At least I am concerned for Miss Davis.”
“You need not be,” she assured him, with a flash of the eyes. “She is by no means the ingénue you seem to suppose; she can take care of herself. And she can afford to lose a few millions.”
“It isn’t the money—I think the country should have some of it; but she ought to know exactly what she is letting herself in for.”