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Updated: July 11, 2025
But Netty's curiosity was not satisfied, and she knew that Deulin would answer no question seriously. Why did not Kosmaroff come back? Why did Cartoner stay away? As soon as etiquette allowed, she called at the Bukaty Palace. She made an excuse in some illustrated English and American magazines which might interest the Princess Wanda. But there was no one at home.
The shops are, indeed, not worthy of a close attention, and Netty was passing them indifferently enough when suddenly she became absorbed in the wares of a silver-worker. Then she turned, with a little cry of surprise, to find a gentleman standing hatless beside her. It was the Prince Martin Bukaty. "I was afraid you did not remember me," said Martin.
The door was opened from within, and the only occupant, alighting quickly, came towards them. "There is only one man in Warsaw who would apostrophize the gods like that," he said. The speaker was Prince Martin Bukaty. He recognized Cartoner at this moment. "You!" he said, and there was a sharp note in his voice. "You, Cartoner! What are you doing in the streets at this time of night?"
And the Prince Bukaty was thus allowed to go where he listed, and live in Warsaw if he so desired. Perhaps the secret of this lay in the fact that he was poor; for a poor man has few adherents. In the olden times, when the Bukatys had been rich, there were many professing readiness to follow him to the death which is the way of the world.
'Here is a girl who has the misfortune to be a Bukaty; who has no mother; who has a father who is a plotter and an old ruffian a Polish noble, in fact and a brother who is an enthusiast, and as brave as only a prince can be. I should say, 'You see that circumstances have thrown this girl upon the world, practically alone on the hard, hard upper-class world with only one heart to break.
"Let go! let go!" cried the jockey through his teeth, as Cartoner and Deulin, one on each side, crammed the stirrups over his feet. "Let go! I'll teach him!" And they obeyed him, for the horse interested them less than the Prince Bukaty, lying half-stunned on the turf. They were both at his side in a moment and saw him open his eyes. "I am unhurt," he said. "Help me up. No! sh h!
"No, she never mentioned your name. But, of course, I know it. It is better known out of England than in your own country, I fancy. Deulin you know Deulin? has spoken to us of you. No doubt we have dozens of other friends in common. We shall find them out in time. I am very glad to meet you. You say you know my name yes, I am Martin Bukaty.
They were talking together in a low voice. One of them gave a laugh as Martin passed. He recognized the voice as that of a friend a young Cossack officer who had lunched with him two days earlier. Soon after midnight he made his way down the steep Bednarska. He had found out that the Bukaty Palace was surrounded; had seen the light filtering through the dripping panes of the conservatory.
There was a half-moon, which struggled through the clouds soon after dark, and by its light the little English steamer sidled almost noiselessly under the shadow of her large companion. Captain Cable's crew worked quickly and quietly, and by nine o'clock that work was begun which was to throw a noose round the necks of Prince Bukaty, Prince Martin, Captain Petersen, and several others.
As to Prince Martin Bukaty, she had definitely settled that he was nice. It is a pity that the word nice as applied to the character of a young man dimly suggests a want of interest. He was so open and frank that there was really no mystery whatever about him. And Netty rather liked a mystery. Of course it was most interesting that he should be a prince.
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