George Barr McCutcheon
The Prince of Graustark
Published by Good Press, 2019
EAN 4064066246327
Table of Contents
CHAPTER I — MR. AND MRS. BLITHERS DISCUSS MATRIMONY
CHAPTER II — TWO COUNTRIES DISCUSS MARRIAGE
CHAPTER III — MR. BLITHERS GOES VISITING
CHAPTER IV — PROTECTING THE BLOOD
CHAPTER V — PRINCE ROBIN IS ASKED TO STAND UP
CHAPTER VI — THE PRINCE AND MR. BLITHERS
CHAPTER VII — A LETTER FROM MAUD
CHAPTER VIII — ON BOARD THE "JUPITER"
CHAPTER IX — THE PRINCE MEETS MISS GUILE
CHAPTER XI — THE LIEUTENANT RECEIVES ORDERS
CHAPTER XII — THE LIEUTENANT REPORTS
CHAPTER XIII — THE RED LETTER B
CHAPTER XV — THE MICE IN A TRAP
CHAPTER XVII — THE PRODIGAL DAUGHTER
CHAPTER XVIII — A WORD OF ENCOURAGEMENT
CHAPTER XIX — "WHAT WILL MY PEOPLE DO!"
CHAPTER XXI — MR. BLITHERS ARRIVES IN GRAUSTARK
CHAPTER XXII — A VISIT TO THE CASTLE
CHAPTER XXIV — JUST WHAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN EXPECTED
CHAPTER I—MR. AND MRS. BLITHERS DISCUSS MATRIMONY
"My dear," said Mr. Blithers, with decision, "you can't tell me."
"I know I can't," said his wife, quite as positively. She knew when she could tell him a thing and when she couldn't.
It was quite impossible to impart information to Mr. Blithers when he had the tips of two resolute fingers embedded in his ears. That happened to be his customary and rather unfair method of conquering her when an argument was going against him, not for want of logic on his part, but because it was easier to express himself with his ears closed than with them open. By this means he effectually shut out the voice of opposition and had the discussion all to himself. Of course, it would have been more convincing if he had been permitted to hear the sound of his own eloquence; still, it was effective.
She was sure to go on talking for two or three minutes and then subside in despair. A woman will not talk to a stone wall. Nor will she wantonly allow an argument to die while there remains the slightest chance of its survival. Given the same situation, a man would get up and leave his wife sitting there with her fingers in her ears; and, as he bolted from the room in high dudgeon, he would be mean enough to call attention to her pig-headedness. In most cases, a woman is content to listen to a silly argument rather than to leave the room just because her husband elects to be childish about a perfectly simple elucidation of the truth.
Mrs. Blithers had lived with Mr. Blithers, more or less, for twenty-five years and she knew him like a book. He was a forceful person who would have his own way, even though he had to put his fingers in his ears to get it. At one period of their joint connubial agreement, when he had succeeded in accumulating a pitiful hoard amounting to but little more than ten millions of dollars, she concluded to live abroad for the purpose of educating their daughter, allowing him in the meantime to increase his fortune to something like fifty millions without having to worry about household affairs. But she had sojourned with him long enough, at odd times, to realise that, so long as he lived, he would never run away from an argument—unless, by some dreadful hook or crook, he should be so unfortunate as to be deprived of the use of both hands. She found room to gloat, of course, in the fact that he was obliged to stop up his ears in order to shut out the incontrovertible.
Moreover, when he called her "my dear" instead of the customary Lou, it was a sign of supreme obstinacy on his part and could not, by any stretch of the imagination, be regarded as an indication of placid affection. He always said "my dear" at the top of his voice and with a great deal of irascibility.
Mr. William W. Blithers was a self-made man who had begun his career by shouting lustily at a team of mules in a railway construction camp. Other drivers had tried to improve on his vocabulary but even the mules were able to appreciate the futility of such an ambition, and later on, when he came to own two or three railroads, to say nothing of a few mines and a steam yacht, his ability to drive men was even more noteworthy than his power over the jackasses had been. But driving mules and men was one thing, driving a wife another. What incentive has a man, said he, when after he gets through bullying a creature that very creature turns in and caresses him? No self-respecting mule ever did such a thing as that, and no man would think of it except with horror. There is absolutely no defence against a creature who will rub your head with loving, gentle fingers after she has worked you up to the point where you could kill her with pleasure—or at least so said Mr. Blithers with rueful frequency.
Mr.