Yes, your Highness.
Below, he found the big cream-coloured car in waiting. Some of the guests were admiring it, for it had an extra long wheelbase and a big touring body and hood a car that was the last word in all that was comfort in automobilism.
The English chauffeur, Garrett, in drab livery faced with scarlet, and with the princely cipher and crown upon his buttons, raised his hat on the appearance of his master. And again when a moment later the two ladies, in smart motor-coats, white caps, and champagne-coloured veils, emerged and entered the car, being covered carefully by the fine otter-skin rug.
The bystanders at the door of the hotel regarded mother and daughter with envy, especially when the Prince got in at the girls side, and, with a light laugh, gave the order to start.
A few moments later they were gliding along the Kings Road eastward, in the direction of Lewes and Eastbourne.
You motor a great deal, I suppose? she asked him, as they turned the corner by the Aquarium.
A good deal. It helps to pass the time away, you know, he laughed. When I have no guests I usually drive myself. Quite recently Ive been making a tour up in Scotland.
Were going up there this autumn. To the Trossachs. They say theyre fine! And were going to see Scotts country, and Edinburgh. Im dying to see Melrose Abbey. It must be lovely from the pictures.
You ought to get your father to have his car over, the Prince suggested. Its a magnificent run up north from London.
The millionaires wife was carefully examining the Prince with covert glances. His Highness was unaware that the maternal gaze was so searching, otherwise he would probably have acted somewhat differently.
A splendid run brought them to Lewes, the old-world Sussex capital. There, with a long blast of the electric siren, they shot down the hill and out again upon the Eastbourne Road, never pulling up until they were in the small garden before the Queens.
Mary Jesup stepped out, full of girlish enthusiasm. Her only regret was that the people idling in the hall of the hotel could not be told that their companion was a real live Prince.
They took tea under an awning overlooking the sea, and his Highness was particularly gracious towards Mrs Jesup, until both mother and daughter were filled with delight at his pleasant companionship. He treated both women as equals; his manner, as they afterwards put it, being devoid of any side, and yet he was every inch a prince.
That run was the first of many they had together.
Robert K. Jesup had been suddenly summoned by cable to Paris on business connected with his mining interests, therefore his wife and daughter remained in Brighton. And on account of their presence the Prince lingered there through another fortnight. Mostly he spent his days walking or motoring with Mrs Jesup and her daughter, and sometimes on very rare occasions he contrived to walk with Mary alone.
One morning, when he had been with her along the pier listening to the band, he returned to luncheon to find in his own room a rather tall, clean-shaven, middle-aged clergyman, whose round face and ruddy complexion gave him rather the air of a bon vivant.
Sight of his unexpected visitor caused the Prince to hold his breath for a second. It was the Parson.
Sorry I was out, his Highness exclaimed. Charles told you where I was, I suppose?
Yes, Prince, replied the cleric. I helped myself to a whisky and soda. Hope you wont mind. It was a nice morning in town, so I thought Id run down to see you.
You want another fifty, I suppose eh? asked his Highness sharply. Some other work of charity eh?
My dear Prince, youve guessed it at once. You are, indeed, very good.
His Highness rang the bell, and when the valet appeared, gave him orders to go and get fifty pounds, which he handed to the clergyman.
Then the pair had luncheon brought up to the room, and as they sat together their conversation was mostly about mutual friends. For a cleric the Reverend Thomas Clayton was an extremely easy-going man, a thorough sportsman of a type now alas! dying out in England.
It was plain to see that they were old friends, and plainer still when, on parting a couple of hours later, the Prince said:
When I leave here, old fellow, youll join me for a little, wont you? Dont worry me any more at present for your Confounded er charities will you? Fresh air for the children, and whisky for yourself eh? By Jove, if I hadnt been a Prince, Id have liked to have been a parson! Good-bye, old fellow. And the rubicund cleric shook his friends hand heartily and went down the broad staircase.
The instant his visitor had gone he called Charles and asked excitedly:
Did any one know the Parson came to see me?
No, your Highness. I fortunately met him in Kings Road, and brought him up here. He never inquired at the office.
Hes a fool! He could easily have written, cried the Prince eagerly. Where are those women, I wonder? he asked, indicating Mrs Jesup and her daughter.
I told them you would be engaged all the afternoon.
Good. I shant go out again to-day, Charles. I want to think. Go to them with my compliments, and say that if they would like to use the car for a run this afternoon they are very welcome. You know what to say. And and see that a bouquet of roses is sent up to the young ladys room before she goes to dress. Put one of my cards on it.
Yes, your Highness, replied the valet, and turning, left his master to himself.
The visit of the Reverend Thomas Clayton had, in some way, perturbed and annoyed him. And yet their meeting had been fraught by a marked cordiality.
Presently he flung himself into a big armchair, and lighting one of his choice Petroffs which he specially imported, sat ruminating.
Ah! If I were not a Prince! he exclaimed aloud to himself. I could do it do it quite easily. But its my confounded social position that prevents so much. And yet yet I must tell her. Its imperative. I must contrive somehow or other to evade that steely maternal eye. I wonder if the mother has any suspicion whether ?
But he replaced his cigarette between his lips without completing the expression of his doubts.
As the sunlight began to mellow, he still sat alone, thinking deeply. Then he moved to go and dress, having resolved to dine in the public restaurant with his American friends. Just then Charles opened the door, ushering in a rather pale-faced, clean-shaven man in dark grey tweeds. He entered with a jaunty air and was somewhat arrogant of manner, as he strode across the room.
The Princes greeting was greatly the reverse of cordial.
What brings you here, Max? he inquired sharply. Didnt I telegraph to you only this morning?
Yes. But I wanted a breath of sea-air, so came down. I want to know if youre going to keep the appointment next Monday or not.
I cant tell yet.
Hylda is anxious to know. You promised her, remember.
I know. But apologise, and say that well, I have some private business here. You know what to say, Max. And I may want you down here in a hurry. Come at once if I wire.
The man looked him straight in the face for a few moments.
Oh! he ejaculated, and then without being invited, crossed and took a cigarette.
Charles, said the visitor to the valet who had remained in the room, give me a drink. Let me wish success to matrimony. And with a knowing laugh he tossed off the whisky and soda handed to him. For half an hour he remained chatting confidentially with the Prince, then he left, saying that he should dine alone at the Old Ship, and return to London at ten.