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Updated: June 22, 2025
If Joan was not utterly bewildered by the whirligig of events, and more than ever unnerved now at the near prospect of meeting Prince and Princess Delgrado in the perhaps unwelcome guise of their son's affianced wife, she would certainly have discovered that Felix was saying the first thing that came uppermost in his mind.
"Having said so much, Felix, you might be sufficiently communicative in other respects," growled Delgrado, turning angrily from the window. "Parbleu! I left you to do the talking, Monseigneur. This devil of a cigar has been bored by a weevil, and was broken winded till I stopped the leak. You were saying?" "That Alec Delgrado might have married your young friend; but King Alexis III. cannot."
"I like your copy more than the original," said Delgrado. "Your visits to Rudin have not taught you much about art, then," said she tartly. "Not even that great master would wish me to be insincere." "No, indeed; but he demands knowledge at the back of truth. Now, mark me! You see that speck of white fire in the corner of the woman's eye? It gives life, intelligence, subtle character.
It was, as it happened, a stroke worthy of the wily Florentine himself; but neither he nor his latest pupil could possibly have estimated its true bearing on events. After dinner Stampoff found him. Delgrado was astounded at first. Stampoff, shorn of his immense mustache, ceased to be a General.
If I win well, we must reverse the usual order of things, and my respected parent can step into my shoes." "Alexis, I am proud of you " began Prince Michael pompously; but a sigh that was blended with a groan came again from his wife, and Princess Delgrado drooped in a faint. Alec lifted her in his arms and carried her to a bedroom. A queer silence fell on the four men in the boudoir.
He had never respected Michael Delgrado, he could acknowledge that now without the twinge of conscience that had always accompanied the unpleasing thought in the past, yet, despite the gulf already yawning wide between them, his soul revolted against the notion of laying a hand on him in anger.
Really, the elder Delgrado seemed to be even more approachable than his son; for the President was unable to fathom many of the social views propounded by Alexis III. This unheralded advent of the King's parents, too, betokened some secret move.
Austria, gracious to travelers within her bounds, excepts those who mean to cross her southeastern frontier. There she frowns and inquires. If it was known that a Delgrado was in the train, he would have been stopped for days, pestered by officialdom; and possibly deported. A curious element of safety was, however, revealed by newspapers purchased at Budapest.
Thus, he drew many eyes, and evoked many a whispered comment; but never a man or woman in that crowded terminus harbored the remotest notion that he was a Delgrado. There were guesses in plenty, wherein he ranged from an English newspaper correspondent to a Greek Prince, the latter wild theory originating in the discovery of his name on the passport.
Be that as it may, Prince Michael Delgrado offered no reply to the decrepit, poverty stricken artist who had dared to unmask him in such exceedingly plain terms. Not a word passed between them during many minutes.
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