“Yes, all in good time; but you are not.”
“Oh, I say,” he cried, “it is really imperative. I’ll tell you all about it when we get on the train.”
“It is really imperative that you should not send in your resignation. Indeed, Donal, you need not look at me with that surprised air. You may as well get accustomed to dictation at once. You did it yourself, you know. You can’t say that I encouraged you. I eluded the vigilant Cadbury Taylor as long as I could. But, if there is time, go to the telegraph office and send a message to the real Princess, Palace Steinheimer, Vienna. Say you are engaged to be married to Jennie Baxter, and ask her to telegraph you her congratulations at Berlin.”
“I’ll do it,” replied the young man with gratifying alacrity.
When Lord Donal came out of the telegraph office, Jennie said to him, “Wait a moment while I go into the sleeping car and get my rugs and handbag.”
“I’ll go for them,” he cried impetuously.
“Oh, no,” she said. “I’ll tell you why, later. The conductor is a villain and was in collusion with the police.”
“Oh, I know that,” said Lord Donal. “Poor devil, he can’t help himself; he must do what the police order him to do, while he is in Russia.”
“I’ll get my things and go into an ordinary first class carriage. When I pass this door, you must get your belongings and come and find me. There is still time, and I don’t want the conductor to see us together.”
“Very well,” said the young man with exemplary obedience.