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Petersburg train, he must either sit in the station or take a horse and go for a ride into the country. The Bukatys, by-the-way, were not in town, but at their country house. "Go and see them," he added. "A man living on a volcano may surely play with firearms if he wants to. And you are all on the volcano together. Pah! I know the smell of it. The very streets, my friend, reek of catastrophe."
Thus they spoke of the great lecturer on Prison Wrongs. "You have seen the Bukatys?" inquired Lady Orlay. "I called on them the moment I received your note from Paris. They are here to-night. I have never seen such a complexion. Is it characteristic of Poland?" "I think so," replied Deulin, with unusual shortness, looking away across the room.
Oddly enough, I should have gone there this afternoon, whether I had met you or not. I want her good services again." And the Frenchman shrugged his shoulders with a laugh, as if suddenly reminded of some grievous error in his past life. "I want her to befriend some friends of mine, if she has not done so already. For she knows them, of course. They are the Bukatys.
You forget you Bukatys always have forgotten the women. Warsaw is no place for Wanda to-day. And to-day's work to-night's work is no work for Wanda!" "To-night's work! What do you mean?" The prince sat forward and looked hard at his friend. "Oh, you need not be alarmed. I know nothing," was the answer. "But I am not a complete fool. I put two and two together at random. I only guess, as you know.
It almost seemed that he divined that Wanda's heart was sensitive and sore, like an exposed nerve, though she showed the world a quiet face, such as the Bukatys had always shown through as long and grim a family history as the world has known.
You have been doing it all your life. And who knows? you may win at last. As for Martin, you have brought him up in the same school. And, bon Dieu! I suppose you are Bukatys, and you cannot help it. It is your affair, after all. But you shall not push Wanda into a Russian prison! You shall not get her to Siberia, if I can help it!" "Wanda!" said the prince, in some surprise "Wanda!" "Yes.
"That is the only thing to be done," said Cartoner. Kosmaroff glanced towards the bed. "Yes," he said, "that will do. He will lay quiet enough there." And all three, perhaps, thought of all that they were to bury beneath the sea with this last of the Bukatys. Captain Cable was the first to move. He turned and glanced at the clock.
Far back in the days of Poland's greatness they must have had a common ancestor. In the age of chivalry some dark, spare knight, with royal blood in his veins, had perhaps fallen in love with one of the fair Bukatys, whose women had always been beautiful, and their men always reckless. Kosmaroff climbed into the saddle, and they stood side by side, waiting for the carts to come up.
It was scarcely five o'clock the next day when Cartoner was conducted by a page-boy to the Bukatys' rooms in the quiet old hotel in Kensington. The Princess Wanda was alone. She was dressed in black. There is in some Varsovian families a heritage of mourning to be worn until Poland is reinstated. She was slightly but strongly made.
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