He is an American--it is almost the same thing as being an Englishman.

And you are friends,--I am sure that you have helped him often." "It was a matter of vanity--simply cursed vanity," Bellamy answered.
"It would have been the greatest journalistic success of modern times for him to have printed that document, word for word, in his paper.

He fights for his own hand alone." "And you ?" she whispered.
"He will have to reckon with me," Bellamy declared.

"I know that he is going to try and leave Vienna to-night, and if he does I shall be at his heels." She nodded her head thoughtfully.
"I, too," she announced.

"I come with you, my friend.