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Updated: July 11, 2025
Did you see Bukaty?" he asked, finally, and, leaning forward, he sought an imaginary fly on the lower parts of his horse; for, after all, he was only a man, and lacked the higher skill or the thicker skin of the gentler sex in dealing with certain delicate matters. "No, I only saw the princess," replied Cartoner. And they rode on in silence.
"But surely," he said, in a lower tone, turning to Netty, "you know the Princess Wanda? Did you not meet her at Lady Orlay's?" Netty had already displayed some interest in Martin Bukaty, which was perhaps indiscreet. For a young man's vanity is singularly alert, and he was quite ready to return the interest with interest, so to speak. "Yes," she replied, "we met her at Lady Orlay's.
Martin Bukaty was not the first man whom he had kept at arm's-length. But in this instance the treatment had not been markedly successful, and Cartoner was wondering now why the prince had been so difficult to offend. He had refused the friendship, and the effect had only been to bring the friend closer.
Lady Orlay looked at her fan reflectively as she opened and closed it. "Reginald Cartoner has turned up quite suddenly," she said. "Mr. Mangles has arrived from Washington. You are here from Paris. A few minutes ago old Karl Steinmetz, who still watches the nations en amateur, shook hands with me. This Prince Bukaty is not a nonentity. All the Vultures are assembling, Paul. I can see that.
She knew that it was written that he must come; divined vaguely that he had something to say to her which it was safer to say than to leave to be silently understood and perhaps misunderstood. She gave an impatient sigh. She had always ruled her father and brother and the Palace Bukaty, and this sense of powerlessness was new to her.
My father and Wanda are out at a ball, or something, so I am afraid you will not see them." "Do it," whispered Deulin's voice from behind. And Cartoner followed Martin up the narrow passage that led to the garden of the Bukaty Palace. Martin led the way without speaking. He opened the door with a key, and passed through first.
Petersburg went away, sorrowful, like the young man who had great possessions. For Russia had taken these things from the Bukatys, not in punishment, but because she wanted them. She wanted offices for her bureaucrats on the Krakowski Przedmiescie, in Warsaw, so she took Bukaty Palace. And to whom can one appeal when Caesar steals?
"I should like them to break the omnibus up occasionally," she answered, "and take a wrong turning sometimes, just to see if a little happiness lay that way." "Yes," he laughed. "You are a Pole and a Bukaty. I knew it as soon as I saw you." "One must do something.
He seemed to be absorbed in thought, or in the dull realization of his own misery, and took no note of the passers. Netty hardly glanced at him. She was looking impatiently towards the Kotzebue gate, which was the nearest to the Bukaty Palace of all the entrances to the Saski Gardens. At length she saw Martin, not in the gardens, but in the Kotzebue Street itself.
And the voice was that of Prince Martin Bukaty. He had another coat such as he was wearing thrown across the saddle in front of him, and he leaned forward to hand it down to Kosmaroff. "You are not cold?" he asked. "No; I feel as if I should never be cold again." "That is good. Put on your coat quickly. You must not catch a chill. You must take care of yourself."
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