"Two of your reasons are excellent, Victor, and the third is within the range of possibilities."
"Have you seen photographs of the Bornian Princesses?" asked Mr. Neville.
"Very indifferent ones, and without knowing one from the other."
"And which do you propose offering your hand to?"
"I do not know yet, I therefore suggest that a trip to Bornia would be an admirable thing, so that I may see them first."
"Eh?"
"Yes, the week after next I propose going for a walking tour through Garace, and will visit Sonale. I shall not be known in Bornia's capital--I will shave off my moustache. I shall have a good time, ascertain the public feeling towards the said Princesses, also I shall see them."
"That sounds quite an attractive programme," said Mr. Neville, smiling. "May I ask whether it is your intention to go alone?"
"Not if I can induce you to accompany me. If you will, my mother's mind will be made easy, Prince Zeula will not insist upon a regiment in mufti accompanying me, and I--well, you know that I shall be pleased."
"I will go with the greatest pleasure."