"I am quite sure of that," he interrupted, with his ready smile. "You see, I am a person of no consequence in Vienna, while you--Ah, well, as an American girl you will be hobn.o.bbing with the n.o.bility while the humble Schmidt sits afar off and marvels at the kindness of a fate that befell him in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean, and yet curses the fate that makes him unworthy of the slightest notice from the aforesaid American girl. For, I daresay, Miss Guile, you, like all American girls, are ready to leap at t.i.tles."
"That really isn"t fair, Mr. Schmidt," she protested, flushing. "Why should you and I quarrel over a condition that cannot apply to either of us? You are not a n.o.bleman, and I am not a t.i.tle-seeking American girl. So, why all this beautiful irony?"
"It only remains for me to humbly beg your pardon and to add that if you come to Vienna my every waking hour shall be devoted to the pleasure of--"
"I am sorry I mentioned it, Mr. Schmidt," she interrupted coldly.
"You may rest easy, for I shall not keep you awake for a single hour.
Besides, I may not go to Vienna at all."
"I am sure you would like Vienna," he said, somewhat chilled by her manner.
"I have been there, with my parents, but it was a long time ago. I once saw the Emperor and often have I seen the wonderful Prince Liechtenstein."
"Have you travelled extensively in Europe?"
She was smiling once more. "I don"t know what you would consider extensively," she said. "I was educated in Paris, I have spent innumerable winters in Rome and quite as many summers in Scotland, England, Switzerland, Germ--"
"I know who you are!" he cried out enthusiastically. To his amazement, a startled expression leaped into her eyes. "You are travelling under an a.s.sumed name." She remained perfectly still, watching him with an anxious smile on her lips. "You are no other than Miss Baedeker, the well-known auth.o.r.ess."
It seemed to him that she breathed deeply. At any rate, her brow cleared and her smile was positively enchanting. Never, in all his life, had he gazed upon a lovelier face. His heart began to beat with a rapidity that startled him, and a queer little sensation, as of smothering, made it difficult for him to speak naturally in his next attempt.
"In that case, my pseudonym should be Guide, not Guile," she cried merrily. The dimples played in her cheeks and her eyes were dancing.
"B. stands for Baedeker, I"m sure. Baedeker Guide. If the B. isn"t for Baedeker, what is it for?"
"Are you asking what the B. really stands for, Mr. Schmidt?"
"In a round-about way, Miss Guile," he admitted.
"My name is Bedelia," she said, with absolute sincerity. "Me mither is Irish, d"ye see?"
"By jove, it"s worth a lot of trouble to get you to smile like that,"
he cried admiringly. "It is the first really honest smile you"ve displayed. If you knew how it improves you, you"d be doing it all of the time."
"Smiles are sometimes expensive."
"It depends on the market."
"I never take them to a cheap market. They are not cla.s.sed as necessities."
"You couldn"t offer them to any one who loves luxuries more than I do."
"You pay for them only with compliments, I see, and there is nothing so cheap."
"Am I to take that as a rebuke?"
"If possible," she said sweetly.
At this juncture, the miserable Hobbs hove into sight, not figuratively but literally. He came surging across the deck in a mad dash from one haven to another, or, more accurately, from post to post.
"I beg pardon, sir," he gasped, finally steadying himself on wide- spread legs within easy reach of Robin"s sustaining person. "There is a wireless for Mr. Totten, sir, but when I took it to "im he said to fetch it to you, being unable to hold up "is head, wot with the wretched meal he had yesterday and the--"
"I see, Hobbs. Well, where is it?"
Hobbs looked embarra.s.sed. "Well, you see, sir, I "esitated about giving it to you when you appear to be so--"
"Never mind. You may give it to me. Miss Guile will surely pardon me if I devote a second or two to an occupation she followed so earnestly up to a very short time ago."
"Pray forget that I am present, Mr. Schmidt," she said, and smiled upon the bewildered Hobbs, who after an instant delivered the message to his master.
Robin read it through and at the end whistled softly.
"Take it to Mr. Totten, Hobbs. and see if it will not serve to make him hold up his head a little."
"Very good, sir. I hope it will. Wouldn"t it be wise for me to hannounce who it is from, sir, to sort of prepare him for--"
"He knows who it is from, Hobbs, so you needn"t worry. It is from home, if it will interest you, Hobbs."
"Thank you, sir, it does interest me. I thought it might be from Mr.
Blithers."
Robin"s scowl sent him scuttling away a great deal more rigidly than when he came.
"Idiot!" muttered the young man, still scowling.
There was silence between the two for a few seconds. Then she spoke disinterestedly:
"Is it from the Mr. Blithers who has the millions and the daughter who wants to marry a prince?"
"Merely a business transaction, Miss Guile," he said absently. He was thinking of Romano"s message.
"So it would appear."
"I beg pardon? I was--er--thinking--"
"It was of no consequence, Mr. Schmidt," she said airily.
He picked up the thread once more. "As a matter of fact, I"ve heard it said that Miss Blithers refused to marry the Prince."
"Is it possible?" with fine irony. "Is he such a dreadful person as all that?"
"I"m sure I don"t know," murmured Robin uncomfortably. "He may be no more dreadful than she."
"I cannot hear you, Mr. Schmidt," she persisted, with unmistakeable malice in her lovely eyes.
"I"m rather glad that you didn"t," he confessed. "Silly remark, you know."
"Well, I hope she doesn"t marry him," said Miss Guile.