“Pardon me, sir.  Her own wishes have nothing to do with the matter.  I confess that it is embarrassing that she does not want to go, but it is more embarrassing that she ever went away.  She must return to her country, wishes or no wishes.  I will consider nothing else.  I have my orders, and I shall obey them.”  The Minister turned toward the door, evidently desirous that his visitors should leave.  “I will ask you to excuse me now, gentlemen.”

But matters had not been arranged to Father Murray’s satisfaction.  He made no move to go, and looked straight into His Excellency’s face as he spoke.

“Your Excellency has of course been informed of the critical condition of affairs in Europe?”

“I do not understand.”

Though somewhat surprised, the priest could not doubt the sincerity of the speaker.  He hesitated but a moment, then spoke quietly.

“Before the conversation proceeds farther, may I suggest that it might be well for Your Excellency to see if there are any late dispatches from your home government?” Noticing the Minister’s haughty astonishment, he added, “I have come from the Department of State.”

The Minister was startled, and turned to leave the room.  “Pardon me a moment, gentlemen.”

Mark turned to the priest.  “What have you up your sleeve, Father?”

Father Murray only smiled.  “I think, Mark,” he said, “that you are certainly improving in the American brand of English.  ‘Up your sleeve’ is decidedly good United States.  You will want to stay with us—­even though you are a Baron.”

Mark could get no more out of the priest.

In a few minutes His Excellency returned, his face showing signs of extreme annoyance.

“I thank you, Reverend Sir,” he said courteously.  “I cannot understand why my dispatches were not delivered to me at the banquet.  I can only express my regret.”  Father Murray bowed, and the Minister went on: 

“The lady is probably asleep now, but I think I may safely promise that in a few hours she will be with you.  It is more than probable that I shall relinquish all claims upon her.”

Father Murray smiled and picked up his hat which was lying on a table.

“We may expect the lady before noon?”

“Yes.”

“I thank Your Excellency.  Permit us to bid you good morning.”

With a courteous bow, Father Murray took his leave, followed by Mark and Saunders.  The last they saw of His Excellency was the top of his head as he bowed them out.

Father Murray chuckled all the way back to the hotel—­and kept his counsel.  When they arrived at his bedroom door, Mark stopped him.

“Great Heavens, Father!  You’re not going to leave us in the dark like this?”

“‘In the dark’ is very good United States, Mark.”

“But what does it mean?  What card did you play?”

Father Murray’s hand was on the doorknob, his eyes dancing with merriment.