“Paul Arling is with me,” he announces to see the effect upon her.
“Oh! how nice!” she answers. “I am so glad he came too. It shows that I am appreciated.”
“Scoris Vivian, don’t you know that Paul Arling loves you and has all these years?”
“How could I,” she answers, “when he never told me?”
“He told me so only two weeks ago, but I knew it long before,” the Prince said.
“And he came to meet me thinking that I was engaged to another! How neighborly you all are!”
“Do stop your bantering, Scoris,” the Prince answered. “He doesn’t know that you are here. That was my doing.”
“Well, Charley, it was good of you and I appreciate it. Go back to the hotel and bring him to join the boating party that we are to have this evening. Tell him I want to see him.”
The Prince started for his hotel going in a round about way to gain time. “What will I tell him? He will know at once that I put up a job on him. I believe I have made a fool of myself after all; but nothing venture nothing win,” he said to himself.
He quickened his pace when nearing the hotel, rushed to Paul’s room in a breathless way and then said: