His point of view is so fresh and so full of humour.
Though," he added, "I must confess that sometimes I did not entirely
understand him."
"Didn't you?" laughed Susie. "Dad _does_ use a good deal of slang. It's
an American failing."
"So I have heard. I know my aunt will like him, too--the Dowager Duchess
of Markheim, you know."
"No," said Sue, a little faintly, "I didn't know." She had never before
considered the possibility of the Prince having any women relatives; her
heart fell as she thought what dreadful creatures they would probably
prove to be.
"My aunt is the head of the family," explained the Prince, calmly,
unconscious of his companion's perturbation. "She rules us with a rod of
iron. But you will like her and I know she will like you. She adores
anything with fire in it."
"Oh," said Susie, to herself, "and how does he know I've any fire in
me?" But she judged it wisest not to utter the question aloud.
"She worships spirit," added the Prince. "She is very fond of quoting a
line of your poet, Browning. 'What have I on earth to do,' she will
demand, 'with the slothful, with the mawkish, the unmanly?' Sometimes, I
fear, she aims the adjectives at me."
Susie felt her heart softening, for she liked that line, too.
"I don't believe you deserve the adjectives,'' she said.
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