"Mother thinks," said the plaintive Prince, "that Mary sees far too much of him. And I rather agree with her."
"Why?" asked Klondyke stolidly.
"Why?" repeated his younger brother, looking at him with wary amazement. "Well, to start with, he ain't a gentleman."
Klondyke tapped his pipe again.
"I don't mind telling you," said the Prince, "we all think she is making a perfect idiot of herself."
"What's Ted Ambrose think?"
"I've not asked him, but I believe mother has mentioned the matter."
"What did he say?"
"She thought he seemed a good deal worried."
Klondyke's frown had assumed terrific dimensions.