"You are just in time, Prince," said Mrs. Kidder, "to advise us about our journey. Oh, I forgot, you don"t know anything about it yet. But we are going a tour in Sir Ralph Moray"s automobile. Won"t it be fun?"
"Indeed?" the Prince e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed hastily; and I had the satisfaction of knowing that one swallow of the Romanee Conti was spoiled for him. "No; I had not heard. I did not know that Sir Ralph Moray was one of your friends. Has not this been suddenly arranged?"
"It was only _decided_ yesterday," replied the Countess; and it was revealed to me that the plump lady was not without feminine guile.
"What is your car?" inquired the Prince, turning abruptly to me.
"A Panhard," I answered, with a gaze as mild as milk. I knew that my answer would disappoint him, as he could pick no flaws in the make of the machine.
"What horse-power?" he continued his catechism.
"Something under twenty," I conservatively replied.
"Twelve," corrected Terry, with a brutal bluntness unworthy of a Celt.
He can be very irritating sometimes; but at this moment he was looking so extremely handsome and devil-may-care, that my desire to punch his head dissolved as I glared at him. Could any woman in her senses throw over even a t.i.tleless Terry and twelve horses worth of motor for a hat box or two and an Austrian Prince?
"A twelve-horse-power car, and you propose to take with you on tour three ladies, their maid, and all their luggage?" demanded Dalmar-Kalm in his too excellent English. "But it is not possible."
I felt suddenly as if Terry and I were little snub-nosed boys, trafficking with a go-cart.
"They won"t need their maid, Prince," said Miss Destrey. "I know how to do Aunt Kathryn"s hair; and the dear Sisters have taught me how to mend beautifully."
This was the first time she had opened her lips during luncheon, except to eat with an almost nun-like abstemiousness; and now she broke silence to rescue a scheme which yesterday had excited her active disapproval.
The girl, always interesting because of her unusual type of beauty, gained a new value in my eyes. She excited my curiosity, although her words were a practical revelation of her place in the trio. Why did she break a lance in our defence? and had she been torn from a convent to serve her rich relatives, that she should mention the "Sisters" in that familiar and tender tone? Had her beautiful white sails veered with a new wind, and did she _want_ to go with us, after all? Did she wish to tell the Prince in a sentence, how poor she really was? These were a few of the hundred and one questions which the Fair Maid of Destrey"s charming and somewhat baffling personality set going in my mind by a word or two.
I thought that the Prince"s face fell, but Mrs. Kidder"s contribution to the defence distracted my attention.
"We don"t expect to take _all_ our luggage," she said. "I suppose some things could be sent by rail from place to place to meet us, couldn"t they?"
"Of course," I a.s.sured her, before Dalmar-Kalm could enlarge upon the uncertainties of such an arrangement. "That"s what is always done. And your maid could travel by rail too."
"She is a Parisienne," exclaimed Mrs. Kidder, "and she"s always saying she wouldn"t leave France for twice the wages I pay."
"Try her with three times," suggested Beechy. But Miss Destrey was speaking again. "As I said, it doesn"t matter about Agnes. Aunt Kathryn and Beechy shan"t miss her; and she never does anything for me."
"What a pity," complained the Prince, "that my automobile is at the moment laid up for repairs. Otherwise I should have been only too delighted to take you three ladies to the world"s end, if you had the wish. _It_ is not "something less than twenty," as Sir Ralph Moray describes his twelve-horse-power car, but is something _more_ than twenty, with a magnificently roomy Roi de Belge tonneau and accommodation for any amount of luggage on the roof. By the way, yours has at least a cover, I make no doubt, Sir Ralph?"
"No," I was obliged to admit, my mouth somewhat dry--owing perhaps to the iced water.
"No cover? How, then, do you propose to protect these ladies from the rain?" This with virtuous indignation flashing from his fierce eyes, and a gesture which defended three helpless feminine things from the unscrupulous machinations of a pair of villains.
My ignorance of motor lore bereft me of a weapon with which to parry the attack, but Terry whipped out his sword at last.
"The ladies will be protected by their motor coats and our rugs. I"m sure they"re too plucky to sacrifice the best pleasures of motoring to a little personal comfort when it may happen to rain," said he. "A roof gives no protection against rain except with curtains, and even when without them it curtails the view."
"Ah, it is cruel that I cannot get my car for you from Paris," sighed the Prince. "Perhaps, Countess, if you would wait a little time--a week or ten days, I might--"
"But we"re going day after to-morrow, aren"t we, Kittie?" quickly broke in Miss Destrey.
"I suppose so," replied Mrs. Kidder, who invariably frowned when addressed as "Cousin Kathryn," and brightened faintly if spontaneously Kittied. "We"ve been here more than a week, and seen all the Nice and Monte Carlo sights, thanks to the Prince. There"s nothing to keep us, although it will be about all we can do to get off so soon."
"Why be hurried, Countess?" with a shrug of the shoulder half-turned from me.
"Well, I don"t know." Her eyes wandered to mine. "But it suits Sir Ralph to leave then. I guess we can manage it."
"Where will you go?" inquired Dalmar-Kalm. "I might be able to join you somewhere _en route_."
"Well, that"s one of the things we haven"t quite settled yet," replied Mrs. Kidder. "Almost anywhere will suit me. We can just potter around.
It"s the automobiling we want. You know, this is our first time in Europe, and so long as we"re in pretty places, it"s much the same to us."
"Speak for yourself, Mamma," said Beechy. "Maida and I want to see the Lake of Como, where Claude Melnotte had his palace."
"Oh, my, yes! In "the Lady of Lyons." I do think that"s a perfectly sweet play. Could we go there, Sir Ralph?"
"I must consult my chauffeur," said I, cautiously. "He knows more about geography than I do. He ought to; he spends enough money on road-maps to keep a wife. Eh, Terry?"
"There are two ways of driving to the lakes from here," he said, with a confidence which pleased me. "One can go coasting along the Italian Riviera to Genoa, and so direct to Milan; or one can go through the Roya Valley, either by Turin, or a short cut which brings one eventually to Milan."
"Milan!" exclaimed Miss Destrey, with a rapt look. "Why, that"s not very far from Verona, is it? And if it"s not far from Verona, it can"t be so far from Venice. Oh, Beechy, think of seeing Venice!"
"It would be easy to go there," Terry said, showing too much eagerness to fall in with a whim of the poor relation"s; at least such was my opinion until, with a glint of mischief in his eyes, he added, "If we went to Venice, Countess, it would be very easy to run on if you liked, into Dalmatia and see the new estate which you told us you thought of buying, before you actually made up your mind to have it."
It was all I could do to strangle a chuckle at birth. Good old Terry!
Even he was not above taking a neat revenge; and the Prince"s face showed _how_ neat it was. Could it be possible that the estate in Dalmatia which carried with it a t.i.tle, had any resemblance to Claude Melnotte"s in that "sweet" play, "The Lady of Lyons?" I could scarcely believe that, much as I would have liked to; but it was clear he would have preferred to have the American millionairess take the beauties of her new possessions for granted.
"Oh, I have made up my mind already. I made it up before we arrived here," said the Countess.
"She made it up in the train coming from Paris," corrected Beechy, "because she had to decide what name to register, and whether she"d have the crown put on her handkerchiefs and her baggage. But she had to cable to our lawyer in Denver before she could get money enough to pay what the Prince wanted in advance, and the answer only came back this morning."
"And what does the lawyer say?" asked the Prince, flushing, and with a strained playfulness contradicted by the eager light in his eyes.
"Just guess," said Beechy, all her imps in high glee.
"Lawyers are such dry-as-dust persons," remarked His Highness, hastily lifting his gla.s.s to toss off the last of the Romanee Conti. "If he is a wise man who studies his client"s interests, he could not advise Madame against taking a step by which she ascends to a height so advantageous, but--"
"Oh, he said yes," cried Mrs. Kidder, clinging to her Countesshood.
"And he put after it, "If you will be a fool,"" added Beechy. "But he"ll have to pay for that part of the cable himself."
"He is my late husband"s cousin," explained Mrs. Kidder, "and he takes liberties sometimes, as he thinks Simon would not have approved of everything I do. But you needn"t tell _everything_, Beechy."
"Let"s talk about Venice," said Miss Destrey with a lovely smile, which seemed all the more admirable as she had given us so few. "I have always longed to see Venice."
"But you didn"t want to come abroad, you can"t say you did," remarked Beechy the irrepressible, resenting her cousin"s interference, as a naughty boy resents being torn from the cat to whose tail he has been tying a tin can. "And I know _why_ you didn"t!" She too had a taste for revenge!
Miss Destrey blushed--I wondered why; and so, no doubt, did Terry wonder. (Had she by chance been sent abroad to forget an unfortunate attachment?)
"You wanted to stay with the Sisters," Beechy took advantage of the other"s embarra.s.sed silence to go on. "And you hardly enjoyed Paris at all, although everybody turned to look after you in the streets."