AND THE GIRL, TOO





"Now tell me all about our Italian friend," said Quentin next
morning to Lady Frances, who had not lost her frank Americanism when
she married Lord Bob, The handsome face of the young prince had been
in his thoughts the night before until sleep came, and then there
were dreams in which the same face appeared vaguely sinister and
foreboding. He had acted on the advice of Lord Bob and had said
nothing of the Brazilian experiences.

"Prince Ugo? I supposed that every newspaper in New York had been
devoting columns to him. He is to marry an American heiress, and
some of the London journals say she is so rich that everybody else
looks poor beside her."

"Lucky dog, eh? Everybody admires him, too, it seems. Do you know
him, Frances?"

"I've met him a number of times on the continent, but not often in
London. He is seldom here, you know. Really, he is quite a charming
fellow."

"Yes," laconically. "Are Italian princes as cheap as they used to
be? Mary Carrolton got that nasty little one of hers for two hundred
thousand, didn't she? This one looks as though he might come a