"Wake up!" cried Bedelia impatiently. "What do you think? I have a perfectly wonderful suspicion—perfectly wonderful."
"How can you be so unfeeling?" moaned the limp lady.
"This R. Schmidt is Prince Robin of Graustark!" cried the girl excitedly. "I am sure of it—just as sure as can be."
Mrs. Gaston's eyes were popping, not with amazement but alarm.
"Do lie down, child," she whimpered. "Marie! The sleeping powders at once! Do—"
"Oh, I'm not mad," cried the girl. "Now listen to me and I'll tell you why I believe—yes, actually believe him to be the—"
"Marie, do you hear me?"
Miss Guile shook her vigorously. "Wake up! It isn't a nightmare. Now listen!"