Jarvis shook his head in mock sorrow.
"That's too bad, sure enough. I'm sorry we're to lose the inspiration of your company. Won't you even be around at the finish? Surely, you take that much interest in the little breaking party, your Excellency."
"I am sorry, Mr. Warren, but I must go," answered the nobleman, writhing under the sarcasm, but never losing the smooth control of his words and studied reserve.
"Well, I call that a doggoned shame!" and Jarvis started again for the stairs.
The beautiful girl was just coming down, and the Duke's eyes came together in an angry squint as he saw the warmth of the glance which she bestowed upon the American.
"Here, Pedro,—this is Mr. Warren and his man. Attend to his wants."
"Yes, your Highness," and Pedro once more strained the faithful spine with a series of gutta-percha bows. "This way, sirs, to your rooms," and he led them up the stairs.
Jarvis turned on the step and faced her.
"Your Highness, I would like to have a couple of good horses, and two lanterns. I don't want to let any grass grow under my feet on the trip to the castle to-night."
She gave the order to Pedro, and he promised to bring the required objects with sturdy steeds.