He was taking considerable pleasure in standing on a pedestal before the eyes of Europe as the bereaved Hohenzollern sire.

His first, and accurate, feeling was that Europe would laugh consumedly when it learned the truth of the matter.

His second feeling was that his noble kinsman, who had been saying wonderful, stirring things about the Terror's manifesto and the stolen princess, would be furiously angry with him.
He began to rave himself, fortunately in his own tongue of which Miss Lambart was ignorant.

Then when he grew cooler and paler his oft-repeated phrase was: "Eet must be 'ushed!" Miss Lambart did not tell him that Sir Maurice had taken every care that the affair should not be hushed up.

She did not wish every blow to strike him at once.