He was not at all sure whether the look she gave him was one of astonishment or resentment. At any rate, it was a quick glance, followed by the palpable suppression of words that first came to her lips, and the substitution of a very polite:
"Yes, and I love it." He beamed. The smile that came into her eyes escaped him. If he could have seen it, his bewilderment; would have been sadly increased.
"Say!" whispered the Prince, dropping back as if to impart a grave secret. "See that man over there by the fountain, Mr. King?"
"Bobby!" cried the lady sharply. "Good-bye, Mr. King. Remember me to your sister when you write. She—"
"That's Aunt Loraine's beau," announced the Prince.
"That's Count Eric Vos Engo." Truxton's look turned to one of interest at once. The man designated was a slight, swarthy fellow in the uniform of a colonel. He did not appear to be particularly happy at the moment.
The American observed the lady's dainty ears. They had turned a delicate pink.
"May I ask who—" began Truxton timidly.
"She will know if you merely call me Loraine."
"So long," said the Prince.