"Lemonade will do for me, thanks," said the visitor affably. "We
ought to run in on each other a little more often than--thanks! By
jove, it looks refreshing. Your health, Mrs. King. Too bad to drink a
lady's health in lemonade but--the sentiment's the same."

He was looking over her shoulder at the bounding Prince in the far
court as he spoke, and it seemed that he held his glass a trifle too
high in proposing the toast.

"I beg your pardon, Mr. Blithers," mumbled King. "Permit me to
introduce Count Quinnox and Lieutenant Dank." Both of the foreigners
had arisen and were standing very erect and soldierly a few yards
away. "You know Miss Felton, of course."

"Delighted to meet you, Count," said Mr. Blithers, advancing with
outstretched hand. He shook the hand of the lieutenant with a shade
less energy. "Enjoying the game?"

"Immensely," said the Count." It is rarely played so well."

Mr. Blithers affected a most degage manner, squinting carelessly at
the Prince.

"That young chap plays a nice game. Who is he?"

The two Graustarkians stiffened perceptibly, and waited for King to
make the revelation to his visitor.

"That's Prince Robin of--" he began but Mr. Blithers cut him short