With icy politeness, the Crown-Prince of Monaco asked me to state the subject of the paper I proposed to read before the congress, and I replied quietly that, as I was partly responsible for advocating the discussion of the ux, I proposed to associate myself with the Countess d'Alzette in that matter--if Madame la Comtesse would accept the offer of a brother savant. "Indeed I will," she said, impulsively, her blue eyes soft with gratitude. "Very well," observed Sir Peter Grebe, swallowing his indignation and waddling off towards the door; "I shall resign my position on this committee--yes, I will, I tell you!"--as the King of Finland laid a fatherly hand on Sir Peter's sleeve--"I'll not be made responsible for this damn--" He choked, sputtered, then bowed to the horrified Countess, asking pardon, and declaring that he yielded to nobody in respect for the gentler sex. And he retired with the Baron de Becasse. But out in the hallway I heard him explode. "Confound it! This is no place for petticoats, Baron! And as for that Yankee ornithologist, he's hung himself with the Countess's corset--string--yes, he has! Don't tell me, Baron! The young idiot was all right until the Countess looked at him, I tell you. Gad! how she crumpled him up with those blue eyes of hers! What the devil do women come into such committees for? Eh? It's an outrage, I tell you! Why, the whole world will jeer at us if we sit and listen to her monograph on that fraudulent bird!" The young Countess, who was writing near the window, could not have heard this outburst; but I heard it, and so did King Christian and the Crown-Prince of Monaco. "Lord," thought I, "the Countess and I are in the frying-pan this time. I'll do what I can to keep us both out of the fire." When the King and the Crown-Prince had made their adieux to the Countess, and she had responded, pale and serious, they came over to where I was standing, looking out on the Seine. "Though we must differ from you," said the King, kindly, "we wish you all success in this dangerous undertaking." I thanked him. "You are a young man to risk a reputation already established," remarked the Crown-Prince, then added: "You are braver than I. Ridicule is a barrier to all knowledge, and, though we know that, we seekers after truth always bring up short at that barrier and dismount, not daring to put our hobbies to the fence." "One can but come a cropper," said I. "And risk staking our hobbies? No, no, that would make us ridiculous; and ridicule kills in Europe." "It's somewhat deadly in America, too," I said, smiling. "The more honor to you," said the Crown-Prince, gravely. "Oh, I am not the only one," I answered, lightly. "There is my confrere, Professor Hyssop, who studies apparitions and braves a contempt and ridicule which none of us would dare challenge. We Yankees are learning slowly. Some day we will find the lost key to the future while Europe is sneering at those who are trying to pick the lock."