"--where I'd heard the name," proceeded Mr. Blithers, still looking
at the Prince. "By jove, I should think my daughter and the Prince
would make a rattling good match. I mean," he added, with a
boisterous laugh, "a good match at tennis. We'll have to get 'em
together some day, eh, up at Blitherwood. How long is the Prince to
be with you, Mrs. King?"

"It's rather uncertain, Mr. Blithers," said she, and no more.

Mr. Blithers fanned himself in patience for a moment or two. Then he
looked at his watch.

"Getting along toward dinner-time up our way," he ventured. Everybody
seemed rather intent on the game, which was extremely one-sided.

"Good work!" shouted King as Fannie Felton managed to return an easy
service.

Lieutenant Dank applauded vigorously. "Splendid!" he cried out.
"Capitally placed!"

"They speak remarkably good English, don't they?" said Mr. Blithers
in an audible aside to Mrs. King. "Beats the deuce how quickly they
pick it up."

She smiled. "Officers in the Graustark army are required to speak
English, French and German, Mr., Blithers."

"It's a good idea," said he. "Maud speaks French and Italian like a