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More coffees were ordered. We confided to the
new American Montenegrin that we did not like Podgoritza, and he tried
to find excuses--the hour, the bad weather. The hotel-keeper came up and
intimated in awestruck tones that the Prefect had just looked in with
some friends.
Our appearance did not seem to impress the Prefect in the least, and
small wonder. He owned to having received a telegram about us, but there
was no motor-car available for that day, and he departed.
"The Prefect is only more unpleasant than Podgoritza," said Jo to the
American in the mackintosh; but he deduced dyspepsia.
The Prefect, having been to his office and having seen the lieutenant,
came back in five minutes, rather more suave in manner, and announced
impressively that he was going to give us his own carriage.
But the rain, the giggling boys, the smiling Turk, and the sudden drop
from royalty to insignificance had been rankling in Jo's mind. She sat
back haughtily and remarked--
"But the Sirdar promised us a motor-car.


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