Again Truxton thought of Mr.Hobbs, this time with anxious glances in all directions.
"Where do they think you are, your Highness ?" "Out walking with my aunt.

Only she met Count Vos Engo, and while they were talking I made a sneak--I mean, I stole away." "Then they'll be searching for you in all parts of the--" began Truxton, coming to his feet.

"I really must be going.

Please excuse me, your--" "Oh, don't go! I'll not let 'em do anything to you," said the Prince staunchly.

"I like Americans better than anybody else," he went on with deft persuasiveness.