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Burton E. Stevenson
Affairs of State

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Title: Affairs of State
Author: Burton E. Stevenson
Release Date: December 7, 2003 [eBook #10397]
Language: English
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AFFAIRS OF STATE
Being an Account of Certain Surprising Adventures Which
Befell an American Family in the Land of Windmills
BY
BURTON E. STEVENSON
AUTHOR OF "THE MARATHON MYSTERY," "THE HOLLADAY
CASE," ETC.
With Illustrations by F. VAUX WILSON
1906

TO G. H. T.:
OLD FRIEND

CONTENTS

CHAPTER
I. THE WILES OF WOMANKIND
II. THE ROLE OF GOOD ANGEL
III. DISTINGUISHED ARRIVALS AT WEET-SUR-MER
IV. AN ADVENTURE AND A RESCUE
V. TELLIER TAKES A HAND
VI. THE PATH GROWS CROOKED
VII. AN APPEAL FOR AID
VIII. PRIDE HAS A FALL
IX. PELLETAN'S SKELETON
X. AN INTRODUCTION AND A PROMENADE
XI. THE PRINCE GAINS AN ALLY
XII. EVENTS OF THE NIGHT
XIII. THE SECOND PROMENADE
XIV. A BEARDING OF THE LION
XV. "BE BOLD, BE BOLD"
XVI. A PRINCE AND HIS IDEALS
XVII. THE DUCHESS TO THE RESCUE
XVIII. MAN'S PERFIDY

XIX. AN AMERICAN OPINION OF EUROPEAN MORALS
XX. THE DOWAGER'S BOMBSHELL
XXI. PARDON

ILLUSTRATIONS
"EEF MONSIEUR PLEASE"
"IT WAS MY GREAT GOOD FORTUNE," SAID THE STRANGER,
BOWING, "TO BE OF SERVICE TO A COMPATRIOT"
"OH!" SHE CRIED, WITH A LITTLE START, "THERE HE IS NOW,
ALMOST NEAR ENOUGH TO HEAR!"
"WHAT IS IT?" SHE DEMANDED. "DON'T YOU SEE WE ARE
ALL WAITING?"

AFFAIRS OF STATE

CHAPTER I
The Wiles of Womankind
Archibald Rushford, tall, lean, the embodiment of energy, stood at the
window, hands in pockets, and stared disgustedly out at the dreary vista
of sand-dunes and bathing-machines, closed in the distance by a stretch
of gray sea mounting toward a horizon scarcely discernible through the
drifting mist which hung above the water.
"Though why you wanted to come here at all," he continued,
presumably addressing two young ladies in the room behind him, "or
why you want to stay, now you are here, passes my comprehension.
One might as well be buried alive, and be done with it. The sensations,
I should imagine, are about the same."
"Oh, come, dad!" protested one of the girls, laughing, "you know it isn't
so bad as that! There's plenty of life--not just at this hour of the
morning, perhaps,"--with a fleeting glance at the empty

landscape,--"but the hour is unfashionable."
"As everything seasonable and sensible seems to be here," put in her
father, grimly.
"And such interesting life, too," added the other girl.
"Interesting! Bah! When I want to see monkeys and peacocks, I'll go to
a menagerie."
"But you never do go to the menagerie, at home, you know, dad."
"No--because I don't care for monkeys or peacocks--in fact, I
particularly detest them!"
"But lions, dad! There are lions--"
"In the menagerie at home, perhaps."
"Yes, and in this one--bigger lions than you ever dreamed of,
dad!--perfect monsters of lions!"
"Oh, no, there aren't, Susie," dissented Rushford. "You don't know the
species. You've mistaken a bray for a roar, just as a lot of people
always do, if the bray is only loud enough. Come, now, let me know
the worst. How much longer do you propose to stay here?"
"Well, dad, you see the season won't be at its height for fully a month
yet--"
"A month!" echoed Rushford, in dismay. "Well, Susie, you and Nell
may be able to stand it for a month, but long ere that I'll be
dead--ossified, fossilised, dried up, and blown away! Maybe you girls
enjoy it, though I didn't think it of you--but what can I do? I'm tired of
reading day-before-yesterday's newspaper and of being two days
behind the market. Two days! Think what may have happened to steel
since I've heard from it! It's enough to drive a man mad!"
He got out a cigar, lighted it, and stood puffing it nervously, appalled at

the vision his own words had conjured up.
"But, dad," Sue pointed out, coming to his side and taking his arm
coaxingly, "you know it was just to get away from all that worry--from
those horrid stocks and things--that you consented to come with us."
"Don't call the stocks hard names, Susie. Don't go back on your best
friends!" protested Rushford. "Don't forget what they've done for you!"
"But, dear, you remember how strongly Doctor Samuels insisted on
your taking a rest; how
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