"The Count is a nobleman.

And that reminds me: Dorothy, he appears a bit smitten.

What if it were to prove serious ?" "You wouldn't have me marry him, mamma ?" "What! Not marry a Count!" Mrs.Hanway-Harley was shocked as only an American mother could have been shocked.

She appealed to the ceiling with her horrified hands.

"Oh! the callousness of children!" she cried.
Following this outburst of despair, Mrs.Hanway-Harley composed herself.
"We need not consider that now; it will be soon enough when the Count offers us his hand." Mrs.Hanway-Harley sank back in her chair with closed eyes and saw a vision of herself at the Court of the Czar.