"Which is diplomacy?" she suggested.

"Which is diplomacy."

"Then I think you are both great artists," she said, with a laugh, as
the door opened and her father entered the room.

"I only come to ask you a question--a word," said the prince. "Heavens!
your English language! I have a man down-stairs--a question of
business--and he speaks the oddest English. Now what is the meaning of
the word jettison?"

Cartoner gave him the word in French.

"Ah!" cried the prince, holding up his two powerful hands, "of course.
How foolish of me not to guess. In a moment I will return. You will
excuse me, will you not? Wanda will give you some tea."

And he hurried out of the room, leaving Cartoner to wonder what a person
so far removed above commerce could have to do with the word jettison.

The conversation returned to Deulin. He was a man of whom people spoke
continually, and had spoken for years. In fact, two generations had
found him a fruitful topic of conversation without increasing their
knowledge of him. If he had only been that which is called a public
man, a novelist or a singer, his fortune would have been easy. All his
advertising would have been done for him by others. For there was in him
that unknown quantity which the world must needs think magnificent.

"I want you to tell me all you know about him," said the princess in her