'No harm in going in and passing the time of day, is there? I've got something I want to say to him.' 'What?' 'Tell you later, maybe. Is he in his room?' He stepped past her, and went in. As he went, he caught her arm and pressed it, but he did not stop. She saw him go into the inner room and heard through the door as he closed it behind him, the murmur of voices. And almost immediately, it seemed to her, her name was called. It was her grandfather's voice which called, high and excited. The door opened, and Ted appeared. 'Come here a minute, Katie, will you?' he said. 'You're wanted.' The old man was leaning forward in his chair. He was in a state of extraordinary excitement. He quivered and jumped. Ted, standing by the wall, looked as stolid as ever; but his eyes glittered. 'Katie,' cried the old man, 'this is a most remarkable piece of news. This gentleman has just been telling me--extraordinary. He--' He broke off, and looked at Ted, as he had looked at Katie when he had tried to write the letter to the Parliament of England. Ted's eye, as it met Katie's, was almost defiant. 'I want to marry you,' he said. 'Yes, yes,' broke in Mr Bennett, impatiently, 'but--' 'And I'm a king.' 'Yes, yes, that's it, that's it, Katie. This gentleman is a king.' Once more Ted's eye met Katie's, and this time there was an imploring look in it. 'That's right,' he said, slowly. 'I've just been telling your grandfather I'm the King of Coney Island.' 'That's it. Of Coney Island.' 'So there's no objection now to us getting married, kid--Your Royal Highness. It's a royal alliance, see?' 'A royal alliance,' echoed Mr Bennett. Out in the street, Ted held Katie's hand, and grinned a little sheepishly. 'You're mighty quiet, kid,' he said. 'It looks as if it don't make much of a hit with you, the notion of being married to me.' 'Oh, Ted! But--' He squeezed her hand. 'I know what you're thinking. I guess it was raw work pulling a tale like that on the old man. I hated to do it, but gee! when a fellow's up against it like I was, he's apt to grab most any chance that comes along. Why, say, kid, it kind of looked to me as if it was sort of _meant_. Coming just now, like it did, just when it was wanted, and just when it didn't seem possible it could happen. Why, a week ago I was nigh on two hundred votes behind Billy Burton. The Irish-American put him up, and everybody thought he'd be King at the Mardi Gras. And then suddenly they came pouring in for me, till at the finish I had Billy looking like a regular has-been.