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Updated: May 10, 2025
She was a curiosity to them a living miracle in her unwithering loveliness; for, apparently unmoved by emotion herself, she roused all sorts of emotions in others. Bernhoff had seen her a thousand times, but never without a sense of new dazzlement.
And from so slight an incident had sprung a tragedy, which might have results as yet undreamed-of! And while he yet mused upon this, General Bernhoff ventured respectfully to approach him, and ask if it was now his pleasure to return to the Palace?
"I quite believe that!" said Bernhoff tersely; "But I cannot arrest a man for writing clever things. Literary talent is no proof of dishonesty." Perousse looked at him sharply. But there was no satire in Bernhoff's fixed and glassy eye, and no expression whatever in his woodenly- composed countenance.
Perousse gave a careless nod; his thoughts were otherwise occupied. "This Pasquin Leroy has gone to Moscow?" "According to his own words, he was leaving this morning." "I daresay that statement is a blind. I should not at all wonder if he is still in the city. I will get an exact description of him from Jost, and set Bernhoff on his track."
Bernhoff's headquarters were close by, so that he had but to wait barely a quarter of an hour before that personage, the same who had before been summoned to the presence of the King, appeared. To him Perousse handed a slip of paper, on which he had written the words 'Pasquin Leroy. "Do you know that name?" he asked. General Bernhoff looked at it attentively.
Here the speaker was interrupted by what sounded more like a snarl than a shout. "Perousse! Perousse!" The name was hissed out, and tossed from one rank to another of the audience, and one or two of the police present glanced enquiringly towards Bernhoff their chief, but he sat with folded arms and inscrutable demeanour, making no sign.
News of this fresh and more violent disturbance among the people brought the soldiery out in hot haste, who galloped down to the scene of excitement, only to find the mounted police before them, headed by General Bernhoff, who careering to and fro, cool and composed, forbade, 'in the name of the King! any attempt to drive the mob out of the square.
As he turned into one of the ante-chambers, he suddenly confronted a tall, military- looking personage in plain civilian attire, whom he at once recognized as the Chief of the Police. "Ah, Bernhoff!" he said lightly, "any storms brewing?"
"Ah! I wonder how long your time will last!" muttered Bernhoff to himself as he withdrew "Six months or six days? I would not bet on the longer period!" In good truth there was considerable reason for the General's dubious outlook on affairs. A political storm was brewing.
He might not have felt quite so self-assured and complacent, had he seen the worthy Bernhoff smiling broadly to himself as he strolled along the street, with the air of one enjoying a joke, the while he murmured, "Pasquin Leroy, engaged in taking plans of the military defences is he? Ah! a very dangerous amusement to indulge in! Engaged in taking plans! Ah! Yes! Very good, very good; excellent!
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