pictured as one great staring eye.

She did not attempt to deny to herself that she was enjoying all this.
She was a normal girl with a normal girl's love of distinction and of
things that thrill pleasurably. She left nothing undone to heighten
the effect she and the Prince, or the Prince and she, were creating.
Mrs. Rensselaer saw her gazing into the face of her guest with kindling
eyes. "Old Lady" Cunningham-Jones saw her touch his arm to emphasize a
remark.

Whatever may have been the exact degree of Koltsoff's attractions for
Anne, it was certain that in the course of the drive, thus far, the
situation and not the Russian's personality constituted the strong
appeal. The girl was far from a snob and yet this--yes, public
parading--of a man whose prospective sojourn in Newport had excited so
many tea tables for the past fortnight, had furnished so much pabulum
for the digestion of society journalists, involved many elements that
appealed to her. Chiefly, it must be confessed, she saw the humor of
it; otherwise pride might have obtained mastery--there was pride, of
course. There was a whirl of things, in fact, and all enjoyable; also,
perhaps, a trifle upsetting, inasmuch as her assumption of more than
friendly interest in her guest was not altogether the part of wisdom.

The Prince was elated, exalted. It would not have taken a close
observer to decide that in his devotion there was no element of the
spurious and in his happiness, no flaw. As for Armitage, unseeing, but
sensing clearly the drift of things, his eyes were grimly fixed ahead,
the muscles of his jaws bulging in knots on either side. This
chauffeur business, he felt, was fast becoming a bore.

As he started to turn the corner of the Casino block, Anne, seized by a
sudden inspiration, ordered him to back around to the entrance.

"Would n't you like to stop in the Casino for a few minutes and meet a
few people?" she asked, smiling at Koltsoff.

The Prince would be only too happy to do anything that Miss Wellington
suggested, and so with a warning _honk! honk!_ Armitage ran his car up
to the curb. At their side the tide of motor cars, broughams,
victorias, coaches, jaunting cars and what not swept unceasingly by.
Three sight-seeing barges had paused in their "twelve miles for fifty
cents" journey around the island. As the Prince and Anne alighted, a
small body of curious loiterers moved forward, among them several
photographers, seeing which,