Of course, you must understand," I added, "that this is
pure speculation on my part. I may be altogether wrong. One can only
surmise."
"On the whole, then," Mr. Van Reinberg asked anxiously, "you would not
back his chances?"
"I should not," I admitted.
For a man who had just invested two million dollars in those chances, Mr.
Van Reinberg looked remarkably cheerful.
"I'm right down glad to hear you say that," he admitted. "I know nothing
about things over in Europe myself, and my wife seemed so confident.
It'll be a blow to her, I'm afraid, if it doesn't come off; but I fancy
it'll be a bigger one to me if it does!"
"You do not fancy yourself, then, as Monsieur le Duc," I remarked
smiling.
He looked at me in speechless scorn.
"Do I look like a duke?" he asked indignantly. "Besides, I'm an American
citizen, an American born and bred, and I love my country," he added with
a note of pride in his tone. "Paris, to me, means the Grand Hotel, the
American bar, the telephone and an interpreter. Mrs. Van Reinberg will
stay at the Ritz.
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