“Would you really?”
“Why certainly.”
“By Jove, I believe you’d do it!” declared Bates.
“But why shouldn’t I do it?”
“I don’t know. When people meet van Tuiver they sometimes lose their nerve.”
“Is he so very terrible?”
“Well, he’s rather imposing.”
Then Sylvia took a new line. “Of course,” she said, hesitatingly, “I wouldn’t want to be irreverent——”
“May I go and bring him here?” inquired Bates, eagerly.
To which she replied, “Perhaps one owes more deference to Royalty. Shouldn’t you take me to him?”