“I leave that to you, Kate. Don’t you attend Professor Smith’s lectures on representative government? Surely the count can learn more about our institutions from the women of our set than from the men.”
“We have more patriotism,” cried Kate.
“No, you have more leisure,” answered Ned.
“Be quiet, children,” whispered Mrs. Strong, nervously, as the butler appeared at the door and announced:
“Count Szalaki.”
A young man entered the drawing-room hastily, and bent courteously over Mrs. Strong’s outstretched hand.
“He looks like Lord Byron,” whispered Kate to her brother. Then she turned and met the smiling eyes of a youth whose glance was strangely magnetic.