The description was most accurate.
By the way, I--I had a most interesting conversation regarding the case,
with a young man at the Hotel de l'Europe last evening. He is a person
of great importance in his own country, also a student of
world-politics--I--he--never have I encountered such discrimination in
one so young. It was because of my admiration for his talents and my
confidence in his integrity that I consented to deliver a message for
him."
Kalora squirmed in her pillows, and turned eagerly to face Popova.
"A message? For me?" she cried, eagerly.
"I will admit that the whole proceeding is most irregular, to put it
mildly. The young man was so deeply interested in your perilous
adventure of yesterday, and so desirous of felicitating you upon your
escape, that I yielded to his importunities and promised to deliver to
you this letter."
He brought it out cautiously, as if it were loaded with an explosive,
and Kalora pounced upon it.
"I rely upon you to maintain absolute secrecy in regard to my part in
this unusual--"
But Kalora, unheeding him, had torn open the letter and was reading, as
follows:
MY DEAR PRINCESS:
I hope that's the way to begin. Something tells me that you would not
stand for "Your Majesty" or any of these "Royal Highness" trimmings.
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