don't go!"

"Good old bounder!" she said, "and don't think too much of that
precious Prince Rupert. He was a bad lot."

She blushed again at me--as her husband entered.

"Take Rose's advice, Rupert, my boy," he said, "and go!"

And that is how I came to go to Trulyruralania. For I secretly
resolved to take my holiday in traveling in that country and
trying, as dear Lady Burleydon put it, really to be somebody,
instead of resembling anybody in particular. A precious lot SHE
knew about it!


CHAPTER II

IN WHICH MY HAIR CAUSES A LOT OF THINGS


You go to Trulyruralania from Charing Cross. In passing through
Paris we picked up Mlle. Beljambe, who was going to Kohlslau, the
capital of Trulyruralania, to marry the Grand Duke Michael, who,
however, as I was informed, was in love with the Princess Flirtia.
She blushed on seeing me--but, I was told afterwards, declined
being introduced to me on any account. However, I thought nothing
of this, and went on to Bock, the next station to Kohlslau. At the
little inn in the forest I was informed I was just in time to see
the coronation of the new king the next day. The landlady and her