"I can well believe it. The millionaires of Pennsylvania are even as the sands of the sea or the leaves of the forest."
"He owns some sort of mills or factories—where they make steel."
"Every millionaire in Pennsylvania has something to do with steel. Now, if you were searching in that state for a young man who is penniless and has nothing to do with the steel industry, possibly I might be of some service to you. The whole area of Pennsylvania is simply infested with millionaires. Not all of them are red-headed, but they will be, before Congress gets through with them."
This playful lapse into the American vernacular was quite lost upon the Princess Kalora, who was sitting very still and gazing in a most disconsolate manner at the Secretary.
"I felt sure that you could tell me all about him," she said.
"Believe me, if I encounter any young millionaire from Pennsylvania, whose hair is golden-red, I shall put detectives on his trail and let you know at once. You met him abroad?"
"At a garden party in Morovenia."
"Indeed! Garden parties in Morovenia! And yet that is not one-half as surprising as to find you here in Washington."
"You are not displeased to find me here?"
"Charmed—delighted."