All this was not merely puzzling, but, in a way which he could not understand, distasteful to him.

Somehow--he did not know why, nor at that moment try to think why--he resented the fact that any one knew more about his dead cousin than he did.

And he began to wonder as he strode about the room how much this Mr.Franklin Fullaway knew.
"Did my cousin James ever mention this Princess to you ?" he suddenly asked, stopping in his walk to and fro.

"I mean--before he went over to Russia this last time ?" "He just mentioned that he knew her--mentioned it in casual conversation," answered Fullaway.

"She and I being fellow Americans, the subject interested me, of course.