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Suppose he was told now about Graham Spencer and Anna, and beat the girl and was jailed for it? Besides, ugly as Rudolph's suspicions were, they were as yet only suspicions. He decided to wait until he could bring Herman proof of Graham Spencer's relations with Anna. When that time came he knew Herman. He would be clay for the potter. He, Rudolph, intended to be the potter.
And he went on to tell of Rudolph's horror and remorse on account of that rash act, and of the excesses that led to it; also of the trembling hope his parents and friends were beginning to indulge that he was now truly penitent, and, clothed in his right mind, was sitting at the Saviour's feet. Elsie listened with interest.
She seemed to see, however, a new caution in his gait, as of one who dreaded to stumble. She dressed herself, with shaking fingers, and pinned on her hat. The voices still went on below, monotonous, endless; the rasping of Rudolph's throat, irritated by cheap cigarets, the sound of glasses on the table, once a laugh, guttural and mirthless.
"He is much deceived," wrote Busbecq, Rudolph's ambassador in Paris, "who doubts that the Turk has sought any thing by this long Persian war, but to protect his back, and prepare the way, after subduing that enemy, to the extermination of all Christendom, and that he will then, with all his might, wage an unequal warfare with us, in which the existence of the Empire will be at stake."
"My dear boy, it's too hot. No speeches." But Rudolph's emotion would not be hindered. "This afternoon," he persisted, with tragic voice and eyes, "this afternoon I nearly was killed." "So was I. Which seems to meet that." And Heywood pulled free. "Oh," cried Rudolph, fervently. "I know! I feel If you knew what I My life "
In the seventh week after Rudolph's death, they met together to renew the ancient bond with the people of Uri and Unterwalden; and they swore, in or out of their valleys, to stand by one another, if harm should be done to any of them.
The first showed her to be young, fair-haired, and smartly attired in the plainest and coolest of white; the second, not so young, but very charming, with a demure downcast look, and a deft control of her spoon that, to Rudolph's eyes, was splendidly fastidious; at the third, he was shocked to encounter the last flitting light of a counter-glance, from large, dark-blue eyes, not devoid of amusement.
She hated both of them; she wanted in that brief time which remained for having anything only her boy, her soft, warm little Roger who had eyes like Rudolph's. "I I it's too late, Rudolph," she stammered, parrot-like. "If you had only taken better care of me, Rudolph! If No, it's too late, I tell you! You will be kind to Roger. I am only weak and frivolous and heartlesss.
Perhaps the fact that it occurred so soon after Rudolph's election to the sovereignty, during the early days of his residence in our goodly city, imprinted it so deeply upon our imperial master's memory.
Here Rudolph's letter was interrupted by the following words which were almost illegible: "Clemence, Murphy will finish this letter: I have no longer any mind I am distracted. Oh, the thirteenth of January!!!" The conclusion of this letter is the handwriting of Murphy, was thus conceived: YOUR HIGHNESS, In obedience to the orders of his royal highness, I complete this sad recital.
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