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He also saw sitting erect in one of the motors the man for whom he had felt at first sight an invincible repulsion. Prince Karl of Auersperg. Young von Arnheim had represented the good prince to him, but here was the medieval type, the believer in divine right, and in his own superiority, decreed even before birth.
Prince Clary was put at the head of the household chosen for her, which included besides, Counts Neipperg, von Nestitz, von Clam, Prince von Auersperg, Prince von Kinsky, Counts von Lutzow, von Paar, von Wallis, von Trautmannsdorf, von Clam-Martinitz.
He wore a close uniform of blue-gray which fitted him admirably, and the moonlight fell in a flood on his handsome, ruddy face. "I hope you won't be killed," murmured John. "If there is any French shell or shrapnel that is labeled specially for a prince and that must have a prince, I pray it will take Auersperg in place of von Arnheim."
He was only a lad, this Austrian noble, but John's heart felt a touch of sympathy. A common love made them akin and he knew that Kratzek's love like his own was the love of youth, high and pure. He felt neither hate nor jealousy of the Austrian. His eyes went back to Julie and Auersperg.
John himself took notice the next day of the signs. Spring, which already held sway in the lowlands, was creeping up the slope of the highlands. The sun was distinctly warmer and tiny rivulets of water flowed along the edges of the runways. In a few more days retainers of Auersperg or troops would come up the mountain.
"Keep it in mind, always." "Yes, Your Highness." His Highness, Prince Karl of Auersperg, replaced the telephone stand upon the table in his bedroom at Zillenstein, and John Scott hung up the receiver in the hunting lodge on the mountain. "It was Prince Karl," he said to Julie, who still stood motionless looking at him. "He wanted to know if you were safe and comfortable and I said yes.
His heart beat hard. It could be none other than Auersperg, and using every possible excuse he remained in the vicinity of the hotel. At last while he stood there he saw a face appear at an upper window, and his heart gave a great leap. Despite the falling dusk, the strangeness of the place and the distance, the single faint glimpse was sufficient. It was Julie.
They go mostly toward Metz, but a great prince traveling in the other direction came today, before noon, and we served him refreshment." "Perhaps it was the Prince of Auersperg," said John. "He was in Metz when I was there, and I saw him leave." "They did not tell me his name, but that must have been the man." "He was in a great, dark red automobile." "Then it was surely he.
They would not take him because he is too old! He is my mother's servant! It would be barbarous to have him shot!" Auersperg looked again at Julie, and smiled, but it was the slow, cold smile of a master. "You beg very prettily, Mademoiselle," he said. She flushed, but stood firm. "It would be murder," she said. "You cannot do it!" "You know little of war.
Over his heavy face passed the same slow cruel smile that set all John's nerves to jumping. "Why have you, an American, come so far to fight against us?" he asked. "I didn't come for that purpose. I was here, visiting, and I was caught in the whirl of the war, an accident, perhaps. But my sympathies are wholly with France. I fight in her ranks from choice." Auersperg laughed unpleasantly.
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