CHAPTER XIV.
A RELUCTANT APOLOGY Lady Angela looked at us both in cold surprise.
"Mr.Ducaine! Prince!" she exclaimed.

"What is the meaning of this extraordinary exhibition ?" The Prince, whose sangfroid was marvellous, rose to his feet, and began to wipe his forehead with a spotless cambric handkerchief.
"My dear Lady Angela," he said, "I am most distressed that you should have been a witness of this--extraordinary incident.

I have been trying to adapt myself to the methods of your country, but, alas! I cannot say that I am enamoured of them.

Here, it seems, that gentlemen who differ must behave like dustmen.

Will you pardon me if I turn my back to you for a moment?
I see a small mirror, and I am convinced that my tie and collar need readjustment." "But why quarrel at all ?" she exclaimed.