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I daresay I should have got over my nostalgia if I had treated it with contempt, and then I should not have wasted ten years of my life in the bosom of my cruel stepmother Venice. I dined with M. Zaguri at the consul's, and I was invited to dine with the governor, Count Auersperg, the next day. The visit from a Venetian 'avogador' made me a person of great consideration.
Julie and Suzanne followed von Arnheim to a stairway, and John was left alone with medievalism. The man wore no armor, but when only they two stood in the room his feeling that he was back in the Middle Ages was overpowering. Here was the baron, and here was he, untitled and unknown. Auersperg glanced at Julie, disappearing up the stairway, and then glanced back at John.
There is a house in that direction, and it is occupied by the Prince of Auersperg, one of the German generals." He pointed where the château lay, and Bougainville uttered a shout: "Ah!" "He holds there a prisoner, Mademoiselle Julie Lannes, the sister of the great Philip Lannes, the aviator; and other Frenchwomen." "Ah!" said Bougainville again. "You will help rescue them, will you not?"
He was glad that Auersperg had not gone by train, as it would have been harder to trace him then. Now, although far behind, he could hear of him at inns and little towns by the way. Yet he was compelled to recall to himself again and again the ancient and worn fable of the hare and the tortoise. He knew well enough that the tortoise did not often overtake the hare.
John's automobile could have reached Chastel in less than an hour, despite the snow and the slush, but the train of the wounded was compelled to move slowly, and he must keep with it. Meanwhile he scanned the sky with powerful glasses, which he had been careful to secure after his escape from Auersperg.
"But it's not that you will fare better. There will be no chance of freedom now. You are to be sent into the higher mountains in the wilderness to a hunting lodge belonging to Auersperg. You will be hidden from all but a few of his most trusted followers." "Then we're not afraid. We shall even be glad to go there, anywhere from this terrible place.
"My mistress?" he asked of August, the head waiter. "Has she been properly served? His Highness, Prince Karl of Auersperg, will not forget it if a lady of his family does not receive the deference due to her." "Dinner has just been served to the princess," said August, deferentially, as the chauffeur's tone had been peremptory.
You must get away now. I think I can help you to escape." There was a tone in Weber's voice that aroused John's curiosity. "It's good of you, Weber," he said, "to take such a risk for me, but why is it so urgent that I escape tonight?" "I've learned since I came to the château that the Prince of Auersperg is much inflamed against you.
But the grass and foliage were heavy here and the air was warm. "I have resolved, Julie," said John, "to say, if we are pressed closely, that you are a lady of the household of the Prince of Auersperg, accompanied by your maid, and that, wishing to get out of the war zone, I'm deputed to carry you to the port of Trieste. I can't think of anything else that seems likely to serve us better."
"What's it all about? Why, the French have crossed the bridge that Auersperg was defending, and the bridge was not blown up: so Murat is now rushing along the road to Brunn and will be here in a day or two." "What? Here? But why did they not blow up the bridge, if it was mined?" "That is what I ask you. No one, not even Bonaparte, knows why." Bolkonski shrugged his shoulders.