Drexel’s eyes fell to the cloth and he hesitated. “As a prince? Or as a man?”
“Both. First as a prince. O. K., isn’t he? You remember that as soon as your aunt cabled me from Paris about the engagement, I cabled the proper parties to investigate him. They said he was the real thing.”
“Oh, he’s the real thing all right. He belongs to the highest nobility—hasn’t played the deuce with his fortune—is a man of great political power.”
“Good! Agrees exactly with the reports sent me. Just what sort of an official is he?”
“There you have me.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean I don’t know.”
“Don’t know! And been knocking around with him for three months!”
“Oh, I have asked him, once or twice. But he answered he did not exactly know himself. He said he guessed he was a sort of consulting attorney to the Government. He is frequently closeted with this general and that governor, with the minister of this and the minister of that, and is summoned every now and then to see the Czar. That’s all I know, and the few people I’ve discreetly quizzed about him seem to know no more.”
“A sort of mystery, eh?”