“Yet, you know mighty well, if you want a Mercutio, I’ll be ready to take
up the rôle at a moment’s notice all for the sake of your _beaux yeux_.
Well, you’re right. There’s something queer about you, Ramón, which makes
us others glad to do what we can, even if it were to cost our lives. If
you’d been a king in exile, you’d have had no trouble in finding
followers. From your French valet to your Russian soldiers; from your
English chauffeur to your American friend, it’s pretty well the same. I
expect you’ll get to that masked ball.”
“If I don’t, it won’t be for lack of trying,” said I.
“But—”
“But what—”
“This affair of yours is going to end in tragedy—for someone,” said Dick.