“Oh yes, it is for their interests that I would like to attend, and explain various objects that might be found in the collection.”
“Then leave it to me, Monsieur. I will arrange everything for their convenience.”
The Count left the Americans at the hotel door, and said good-night. As they all walked laughingly through the main lobby, the clerk sent a page after them with a cablegram. It was for Mr. Alexander and he felt a tremor of apprehension as he took it.
He turned to the others and said (exactly as he had heard Mr. Fabian do) “Pardon me, whiles I read what the missus has to say now.” Then he quickly opened the envelope.
“Well, that settles my vacation!” exclaimed he.
“What’s the matter, Pa?” asked Dodo, anxiously.
“Ma’s gone and got that roadster for two—it is a Packard the same as our other car, but now she wants to tour around, and she thinks she will bring Jimmy over to Paris for a little jaunt.”
“Jimmy! Good gracious, why will she have to bring that child with her?” complained Dodo, poutingly.
“She wouldn’t bring him, Dodo, if she thought there were better ‘handles’ to be had on the Continent,” laughed Eleanor.
“That’s a good idea! Pa, we’ll wire Ma to leave Jimmy there, as she’ll have more fun selecting her future son-in-law from the crowd of titles she can have for the asking, over here,” eagerly suggested Dodo.