"
"Distinguished looking; and with an air about him--an autocratic
manner--which makes me think he's a Somebody. He's evidently not used to
being snubbed."
"It's perfectly maddening!" exclaimed Nell, with brows most becomingly
wrinkled. "If we only knew something of English politics, we might be
able to guess what it is all about."
"Dad could see through it in a minute," sighed Susie, "but that poor
dear will never have the chance, because, of course, we can't tell even
him. And he likes this sort of thing, too; it would give him just the
excitement he's been sighing for!"
And yet fate willed that he was to have the chance, for half an hour
later, after a short conference with Monsieur Pelletan, a gentleman whom
we have met before in the apartment of Lord Vernon approached him where
he sat in the smoking-room, drew up a chair, and sat down beside him.
"This is Mr. Rushford, isn't it?" he asked.
"Yes; that's my name," and the American looked him over in some
surprise.
"My name is Collins," went on the other. "I am secretary to Lord
Vernon."
"Glad to know you, Mr. Collins," and the American held out his hand. "I
hope Lord Vernon's getting along all right."
"As well as could be expected, thank you; but there has been a little
unforeseen--er--complication--"
"Nothing serious, I hope?"
"Well, yes; to be quite frank, Mr.
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