"Good evening, Prince!"
He received no response to his polite greeting, for the Prince was staring at Bedelia as if stupefied. The millionaire's face was very red with mortification as he turned it away.
"He—he doesn't recognise you," gasped Robin in amazement.
"Who?" she asked, her eyes searching the room with an eager, inquiring look.
"Your father," he said.
She gave him a ravishing, delighted smile.
"Oh, it is so wonderful, Robin. I have fooled you completely. That man isn't my father."
"That's Mr. Blithers or I am as blind as a bat," he exclaimed.
"Is it, indeed? The one reading the telegram, with his eyes sticking out of his head?"
Robin's head was swimming. "Good heaven, Bedelia, what are you—"