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Beckendorff will have no quadrupeds within a mile of the house, except Owlface." "How do you mean? Let me see the man-servant." "The household consists only of myself, sir." "Why! where is my luggage, then?" "That has been brought up, sir; it is in your room." "I tell you I must have my horses." "It is quite impossible to-night, sir. I think, sir, you had better retire. Mr.
Beckendorff," said the Prince, with great dignity, making this slight mistake in the name, either from being unused to converse with such low people as had not the nominal mark of nobility, or to vent his spleen at being so unnecessarily kept from the refreshment which he so much required.
Beckendorff gently put his arm within Vivian's, and led him down the steps. "Are you an astronomer, sir?" asked Beckendorff. "I can tell the Great Bear from the Little Dog; but I confess that I look upon the stars rather in a poetical than a scientific spirit." "Hum! I confess I do not."
Bearing in mind the exact position, the avowed and public position, in which I stand, as connected with the Court, and having a due acquaintance, which you state you have, with the character of Mr. Beckendorff, what think you of this letter?"
Beckendorff himself, the Premier, is the son of a peasant; and of course not noble. Nobility, which has been proffered him, not only by his own monarch, but by most of the sovereigns of Europe, he has invariably refused; and consequently never appears at Court.
Beckendorff and Vivian were left alone, and the latter was the first to break silence. "Mr. Beckendorff," said he, in a calm voice, "considering the circumstances under which you have found me in your house this morning, I should have known how to excuse and to forget any irritable expressions which a moment of ungovernable passion might have inspired. I should have passed them over unnoticed.
"A delusion of the brain!" said Beckendorff, quickly. "Fate, Destiny, Chance, particular and special Providence; idle words! Dismiss them all, sir! A man's fate is his own temper; and according to that will be his opinion as to the particular manner in which the course of events is regulated. A consistent man believes in Destiny, a capricious man in Chance." "But, sir, what is a man's temper?
I am sorry, my dear friend," continued his Excellency, with a look of great regret, "to introduce you to ; but we will not speak about it. We have no right to complain of Mr. Beckendorff. No person could possibly behave to us in a manner more gentlemanlike."
Shall it be made to you, sir, or the Archduchess?" "The Archduchess;" said Vivian. "Good God! what can you mean! Did I hear you right?" "I said the Archduchess," answered Beckendorff, with firmness; "a Princess of the House of Austria, and the pledged wife of his Royal Highness the Crown Prince of Reisenburg. Perhaps you may now think that other persons have to apologise?" "Mr.
Killed a boar as big as a bonasus, which was ravaging half Reisenburg, and saved the lives of his Excellency the Grand Marshal and his whole suite." "What is that about the Grand Marshal and a boar as big as a bonasus? Quite wrong; natural son of Beckendorff; know it for a fact.
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