"Don't you think he'd be a good match for Maud?" he asked, after many minutes. He felt that he had thought it over.     

       "Are you thinking of kidnapping him, Will?" she demanded.     

       "Certainly not! But all you've got to do is to say that he's the man for Maud and I'll—I'll do the rest. That's the kind of a man I am, Lou. You say you don't want Count What's-His-Name,—that is, you don't want him as much as you did,—and you do say that it would be the grandest thing in the world if Maud could be the Princess of Grosstick—"     

       "Graustark, Will."     

       "That's what I said. Well, if you want her to be the Princess of THAT, I'll see that she is, providing this fellow is a gentleman and worthy of her. The only Prince I ever knew was a damned rascal, and I'm going to be careful about this one. You remember that measly—"     

       "There is no question about Prince Robin," said she sharply.     

       "I suppose the only question is, how much will he want?"     

       "You mean—settlement?"     

       "Sure."     

       "Have you no romance in your soul, William Blithers?"     

       "I never believed in fairy stories," said he grimly. "And what's more, I don't take any stock in cheap novels in which American heroes go about marrying into royal families and all that sort of rot. It isn't done, Lou. If you want to marry into a royal family you've got to put up the coin."     

       "Prince Robin's mother, the poor Princess Yetive, married an American for love, let me remind you."     

       "Umph! Where is this Groostock anyway?"     

       "'Somewhere east of the setting sun,'" she quoted. "You must learn how to pronounce it."     

       "I never was good at foreign languages. By the way, where is Maud this afternoon?"     

       "Motoring."     

       He waited for additional information. It was not vouchsafed, so he demanded somewhat fearfully:     

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