"No, lady—I mean, Mrs. Princess.... I'm a Republican," and Rusty started for the door.
"Go lock yourself in there, and don't talk to anyone. Remember you are deaf and dumb. Understand, deaf and dumb!"
"Yassir—dumb's de word!"
As the door closed behind him, the girl turned toward Jarvis, a troubled cloud overshadowing her pleasant features.
"There is something I must tell you ... my cousin, the Duke of Alva, is on board of the Mauretania."
He smiled whimsically as he replied, "Yes, and he professes to love you devotedly."
She flushed furiously, and looked at the pattern of the rug.
"You overheard?"
"I underheard. The trunk was not my idea but yours, you know.... You're afraid of that man, too. What's the trouble? He's very sure of himself, isn't he?"
The girl hesitated, and then replied almost timidly: