You're the American Girl! Majesty, marry no man unless you love
him, and love an American. Stay away from Europe long enough to
learn to know the men--the real men of your own country."

"Alfred, I'm afraid there are not always real men and real love
for American girls in international marriages. But Helen knows
this. It'll be her choice. She'll be miserable if she marries
Anglesbury."

"It'll serve her just right," declared her brother. "Helen was
always crazy for glitter, adulation, fame. I'll gamble she never
saw more of Anglesbury than the gold and ribbons on his breast."

"I am sorry. Anglesbury is a gentleman; but it is the money he
wanted, I think. Alfred, tell me how you came to know about me,
'way out here? You may be assured I was astonished to find that
Miss Kingsley knew me as Majesty Hammond."

"I imagine it was a surprise," he replied, with a laugh, "I told
Florence about you--gave her a picture of you. And, of course,
being a woman, she showed the picture and talked. She's in love
with you. Then, my dear sister, we do get New York papers out
here occasionally, and we can see and read. You may not be aware
that you and your society friends are objects of intense interest
in the U. S. in general, and the West in particular. The papers
are full of you, and perhaps a lot of things you never did."

"That Mr. Stewart knew, too. He said, 'You're not Majesty
Hammond?'"