Prince Carol of Rumania, that unfortunate man without a country and without a kingdom, too, once more has been politely but firmly asked to move on. The British government does not object to sheltering would be or should be monarchs until they begin to involve Great Britain in their schemes. Then the Lion puts his paw down very firmly and opens his jaws very wide until the disturbance ceases.
Once the British government warned the Prince to keep away from intrigue, but he would play with his dangerous toy, so now he must leave. If his plans have not worked, the Prince thinks that he will come to America, and undeniably this is where he should have come in the first place.
New York will turn out with all the fireboats and miles of paper streamers to greet him. That most skilled of welcomers, Mayor Walker, will offer him the keys to the city and he will find more of his countrymen on its streets than there are in his own capital. He will lecture on Rumanian politics and people will applaud him. He will attend dinners and be lionized. He will intrigue to his heart's content and no one will say him may until he has lived here for a while. Then he will decide that there is no reason why he should go back to Rumania after all, and settle down to a comfortable life of lionization.