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She fell to plucking the roses again. "This Captain Smith," she said presently; "was he in Valeria six years ago?" "That would be in 189 ?" I reflected a moment. "Yes he was here that year." She thought a bit. "Was he given to reminiscing?" "No one in America but myself knew he had been to Valeria." She smiled. I saw the blunder. "It happened he knew of my Dalberg descent," I hastened to add.
All this talk, as we made our way through the crowd, was interrupted at intervals while Courtney greeted those he knew and presented me. They were mainly of the diplomatic corps and, if they noted the coincidence of my name and Dalberg features, they were adepts enough not to show it.
"But it takes two to make a bargain," I insisted; "and it was I who did it." "Tell me," she demanded, "tell me honestly; you didn't imagine I would be angry? you felt perfectly easy about it at the time?" I bungled again, of course: I hesitated. She laughed scornfully. "You have answered me, Major Dalberg." "No," said I, "I have not.
Each of these vassal states was made to pay handsomely for its new acquisitions. The principality of Ratisbon was given to Dalberg, the prince-primate, and he in turn delivered that of Frankfort to Prince Eugène.
She must go back to her Count de M , her Cabinet Minister, and her Russian Grand Duke. The only two men she had ever cared for would have none of her, despite her beauty and her fascination. Dalberg ever had scorned her; Harleston had looked with favour, wavered, was about to yield, when another outwardly her alter ego, save only in the colour of her hair appeared and filched him from her.
This city was Ratisbon, the seat of the German Diet, and now the property and capital of the archchancellor of the German empire, Baron Dalberg. For centuries Ratisbon had enjoyed the proud honor of having the ambassadors of all the German states meet in its old city-hall, for the purpose of deliberating on the welfare of Germany.
"And that suggests the inquiry, Your Majesty," she said; "as the wife of the Prince Armand am I not a Grand Duchess of Valeria and a Royal Highness?" Surely, the woman's impudence was almost beyond belief! But the King was very courteous. "The Decree of Restoration applies only to the Grand Duke Armand," he said. "And I remain, simply, Mrs. Armand Dalberg?" she asked. Frederick smiled.
Talleyrand, Dalberg, Beurnonville, Jaucourt, and l'Abbé de Montesquiou at once formed a Provisional Government; but the soul of it was Talleyrand. The Czar gave the word, and Talleyrand acted as scene-shifter. The last tableau of this constitutional farce was reached on the following day, when the Senate and the Corps Législatif declared that Napoleon had ceased to reign.
"Straight back to town," said Lady Helen; "don't you see Major Dalberg wants his breakfast?" "And your Ladyship?" the Princess questioned. Lady Helen laughed. "I am very human, too, I fear." "Then, why not breakfast with me at the Summer Palace?" said Dehra. "We shall be delighted," said Lady Helen, without even questioning me by a glance. "Your Royal Highness is too gracious," I protested.
I followed him, without a word for none was needed. The end of Lotzen's game was very near, indeed. In the lower corridor, we met a servant. "Show us to the apartments of Madame Dalberg," Frederick ordered. A dozen steps brought us to a large double door. "This is the entrance, Your Majesty," said the man. The King rapped sharply. There was no prompt answer and he rapped again.
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