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Updated: June 18, 2025
"A Prince," said Chateaudoux, persuasively, "with much territory to his princeliness." "A vain, fat, pudgy man," said Clementina. "A sober, honest gentleman," said the mother. "A sober butler to an honest gentleman," said Clementina. "He has an air," said Chateaudoux. "He has indeed," replied Clementina, "as though he handed himself upon a plate to you, and said, 'Here is a miracle.
It was a love-letter to the little gentleman from one Friederika. "I am heart-broken," wrote Friederika, "but my fidelity to my Chateaudoux has not faltered, nor will not, whatever I may be called upon to endure.
The hawker happened to be Charles Wogan, who took a little matter like that with the necessary philosophy. He picked himself up and limped off. Now the next day a remarkable thing happened. M. Chateaudoux swerved from the regularity of his habits.
The hawker, however, remained seated upon the bench, drawing idle patterns upon the gravel with a hazel stick stolen from a hedgerow. The next afternoon the hawker was in the avenue again, only this time on a bench at the opposite end; and again he paid no heed to M. Chateaudoux, but sat moodily scraping the gravel with his stick.
He was silent; he saw the three sentinels standing watchfully about the house; he heard them calling "All's well" each to the other. Then he asked, "Has the Princess her own servants to attend her?" "Only M. Chateaudoux, her chamberlain." "Ah!" Wogan leaned forward with a question on his tongue he hardly dared to ask. So much hung upon the answer. "And M. Chateaudoux is allowed to come and go?"
But M. Chateaudoux had seen, and his heart fluttered and sank. For here were plots, possibly dangers, most certainly trepidations. He turned his back as though he had seen nothing, and constraining himself to a slow pace walked towards the door of the villa. But the hawker was now at his side, whining in execrable German and a strong French accent the remarkable value of his wares.
I cannot, however, be so undutiful as to accept my Chateaudoux's addresses without my father's consent; and my mother, who is of the same mind with me, insists that even with that consent a runaway marriage is not to be thought of unless my Chateaudoux can provide me with a suitable woman for an attendant."
"As soon as I obtained the King's permission," replied Wogan, "I hurried to Innspruck. There I saw Chateaudoux, the chamberlain of the Princess's mother. Here is a letter he dropped in the cathedral for me to pick up." He drew the letter from his fob and handed it to Gaydon. Gaydon read it and handed it to Misset.
He came back to Jenny and pointed the sentinel out to her. "Give me a quarter of an hour so far as you can judge. Then pass the sentinel and go up the steps into the house. The sentinel is prepared for your coming, and if he stops you, you must say 'Chateaudoux' in a whisper, and he will understand. You will find the door of the house open and a man waiting for you."
But a comfortable citizen in a snuff-coloured suit picked it up and walked straight out of the cathedral to the Golden Fleece Inn in the Hochstrasse, where he lodged. He went up into his room and examined the letter. It was superscribed "To M. Chateaudoux," and the seal was broken. Nevertheless, the finder did not scruple to read it.
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