"Very well, dear. I'll try to be a little sunbeam to him, but I warn you I sha'n't be a success."
They worked themselves up to a belief that Clif would be raucous, would drink too much, and slap Joyce on the back. But when he appeared for dinner he was agonizingly polite and flowery—till he became slightly drunk. When Martin said "damn," Clif reproved him with, "Of course I'm only a hick, but I don't think a lady like the Princess here would like you to cuss."
And, "Well, I never expected a rube like young Mart to marry the real bon-ton article."
And, "Oh, maybe it didn't cost something to furnish this dining-room, oh, not a-tall!"
And, "Champagne, heh? Well, you're certainly doing poor old Clif proud. Your Majesty, just tell your High Dingbat to tell his valay to tell my secretary the
