"Do you not know that to speak disrespectfully of the ancestors of a Chinaman is unforgivable?
To all appearances Prince Shan never moved from his wonderful palace in Pekin, many thousands of miles away.

Yet he lifted his little finger and the man died." "Isn't this a little melodramatic ?" Nigel murmured.
"Melodrama is often nearer the truth than people think," she said.
"Shall I give you another instance?
I know of several." "One more, then." "Prince Shan was in Paris two years ago, incognito," she continued.
"There was at the time a small but very fashionable restaurant in the Bois, close to the Pre Catelan.

He presented himself one night there for dinner, accompanied, I believe, by La Belle Nita, the Chinese dancer who is in London to-day.

As you know, there is little in Prince Shan's appearance to denote the Oriental, but for some reason or other the proprietor refused him a table.

Prince Shan made no scene.