He would stay in Edelweiss.

He was a disciple of Micawber; and he was so much younger and fresher than that distinguished gentleman, that perhaps he was justified in believing that, in his case, something was bound to "turn up." If Truxton King had given up in disgust and fled to Vienna, this tale would never have come to light.

Instead of being the lively narrative of a young gentleman's adventures in far-away Graustark, it might have become a tale of the smart set in New York--for, as you know, we are bound by tradition to follow the trail laid down by our hero, no matter which way he elects to fare.

Somewhat dismayed by his narrow escape, he confided to his friend from Cook's that he could never have forgiven himself if he had adhered to his resolution to leave on the following day.
"I didn't know you'd changed your mind, sir," remarked Mr.Hobbs in surprise.
"Of course you didn't know it," said Truxton.

"How could you?
I've just changed it, this instant.