"Who with?"     

       "Young Scoville."     

       He scowled. "He's a loafer, Lou. No good in the world. I don't like the way you let—"     

       "He is of a very good family, my dear. I—"     

       "Is he—er—in love with her?"     

       "Certainly."     

       "Good Lord!"     

       "And why not? Isn't every one she meets in love with her?"     

       "I—I suppose so," he admitted sheepishly. His face brightened. "And there's no reason why this Prince shouldn't fall heels over head, is there? Well, there you are! That will make a difference in the settlement, believe me—a difference of a couple of millions at least, if—"     

       She arose abruptly. "You are positively disgusting, Will. Can't you think       of anything but—"     

       "Say, ain't that Maudie coming up the drive now? Sure it is! By gracious, did you ever see anything to beat her? She's got 'em all beat a mile when it comes to looks and style and—Oh, by the way," lowering his voice to a hoarse, confidential whisper, "—I wouldn't say anything to her about the marriage just yet if I were you. I want to look him over first."     

  

  

       CHAPTER II — TWO COUNTRIES DISCUSS MARRIAGE     

       Prince Robin of Graustark was as good-looking a chap as one would see in a week's journey. Little would one suspect him of being the descendant of a long and distinguished line of princes, save for the unmistakeable though indefinable something in his eye that exacted rather than invited the homage of his fellow man. His laugh was a free and merry one, his spirits as effervescent as wine, his manner blithe and boyish; yet beneath all this fair and guileless exposition of carelessness lay the sober integrity of caste. It looked out through the steady, unswerving eyes, even when they twinkled with mirth; it met the gaze of the world with a 

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