_I!_ Why, if I had stopped to think, I'd have known you had a lone hand up your sleeve.
Now, dear heart, I'm all red-hot impatience--tell me about it!" The flattered and happy woman put her lips to his ear and whispered a princely name.

It made him catch his breath, it lit his face with exultation.
"Land!" he said, "it's a stunning catch! He's got a gambling-hall, and a graveyard, and a bishop, and a cathedral--all his very own.

And all gilt-edged five-hundred-per-cent.

stock, every detail of it; the tidiest little property in Europe; and that graveyard--it's the selectest in the world: none but suicides admitted; YES, sir, and the free-list suspended, too, ALL the time.

There isn't much land in the principality, but there's enough: eight hundred acres in the graveyard and forty-two outside.