"I've said all I have to say. You've had your notice to quit. After to-night the Casino is closed." "But don't I tell you the people won't stand for it?" "That's for them to decide. They may have some self-respect." "They'll fire you!" "Very well. That will prove that they have not." "Prince, talk sense! You can't mean that you'll throw away a hundred thousand dollars a year as if it was dirt!" "It is dirt when it's made that way. We needn't discuss it any more." "But, Prince!" "It's finished." "But, say--!" John had left the room. He had been gone several minutes before the financier recovered full possession of his faculties. When he did, his remarks were brief and to the point. "Bug-house!" he gasped. "Abso-lutely bug-house!" CHAPTER IX MERVO CHANGES ITS CONSTITUTION Humor, if one looks into it, is principally a matter of retrospect. In after years John was wont to look back with amusement on the revolution which ejected him from the throne of his ancestors. But at the time its mirthfulness did not appeal to him. He was in a frenzy of restlessness. He wanted Betty. He wanted to see her and explain. Explanations could not restore him to the place he had held in her mind, but at least they would show her that he was not the thing he had appeared. Mervo had become a prison. He ached for America. But, before he could go, this matter of the Casino must be settled. It was obvious that it could only be settled in one way. He did not credit his subjects with the high-mindedness that puts ideals first and money after. That military and civilians alike would rally to a man round Mr. Scobell and the Casino he was well aware. But this did not affect his determination to remain till the last. If he went now, he would be like a boy who makes a runaway ring at the doorbell. Until he should receive formal notice of dismissal, he must stay, although every day had forty-eight hours and every hour twice its complement of weary minutes. So he waited, chafing, while Mervo examined the situation, turned it over in its mind, discussed it, slept upon it, discussed it again, and displayed generally that ponderous leisureliness which is the Mervian's birthright. Indeed, the earliest demonstration was not Mervian at all. It came from the visitors to the island, and consisted of a deputation of four, headed by the wizened little man, who had frowned at John in the Dutch room on the occasion of his meeting with Betty, and a stolid individual with a bald forehead and a walrus mustache.