"Yes, you did, indeed," said Jean vaguely. Her keen eyes
followed Lucy and the prince, who were loitering through
the gallery, pausing before the faded portraits. "You
think it is only her money that draws him after us?"

"Why, of course! A fellow like that could not appreciate
Miss Dunbar's beauty and wit."

"You think Lucy witty?" said Jean dryly. "And you think
she would not marry for a title?"


"I don't believe any pure American girl would sell
herself, like a sheep in the shambles! And she is
pure! A lamb, a lily! cried Perry, growing incoherent in
his heat.

"She would not if her heart were preoccupied," said Jean
thoughtfully.

"And you think----" he said breathlessly.

But Jean only laughed, and said no more.

The guide had been paying profound deference to Prince
Wolfburgh, keeping close to his heels. Now he swung open
a door. "If your Highnesses will come this way?" he
said, bowing profoundly to Lucy.

The little girl started and hurried back to Miss Vance.