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I agree with them that this offers the best way out of an unfortunate situation, and I would respectfully point out the urgency that is attached to the proposal if you still contemplate leaving Delgratz to-night. Alec bent his brows over this curt missive, which was not couched precisely in the suave words that might be expected from the Greek. Read between the lines, its meaning was significant.
Pauline, though prepared to be faithful at any hazard, wept when she was told that she must stay in Delgratz and face the storm that would rage when she delivered into the King's own hand the letter Joan intrusted to her care. But even Pauline herself realized that if her mistress was to escape from Delgratz unnoticed, she, the maid, must remain there till the following day.
If any one is feared here, it is I. But, my veteran, why this display of wrath? You know me well enough. Didn't you see me last night?" "No that is, I did not recollect. Your face was hidden." "Ah, you had something better to look at. Well, who goes to Delgratz? Get aboard, all!"
But before I go, I should like to be sure that the girl has gone there." "The artist girl to Delgratz!" Julius was bitter and skeptical; but he reposed such confidence in Beliani's judgment that he choked his doubts. "Yes. Can it be managed?" Le beau Comte leered, and the satyr grin was highly expressive. It seemed to show the man's real nature.
In repose his face was insipid; now for an instant he resembled the god Pan. "You called Alec a Bayard just now. Not a bad title for him. He has that kind of repute among his friends. Perhaps the girl is built on the same lines, and we don't want to send a pretty saint to Delgratz merely to inspire him to fresh efforts." The Greek inhaled a deep breath of the aromatic smoke.
They change Kings speedily in Delgratz nowadays, and their taste in saints may follow suit. But, courage! I shall return, and who knows what will come of this excursion into the forgotten realm of Byzantium?"
They came like drops of molten steel from the furnace of his heart. Stampoff's thin face grew swarthier. He bent forward, his hands on his knees. "Will you tell me why you are going to Delgratz?" he asked with a curious huskiness in his voice. "To occupy a throne or a tomb. In either event, I am only copying the example of the vast majority of my revered ancestors." "The throne is yours by right.
"Have you forgotten the part played by the Seventh Regiment in the recent history of Delgratz?" he cried. "I remember something about them. Alec disbanded them. Oh they were the soldiers who revolted and murdered the late King and Queen." "Exactly. Do women ever read the newspapers intelligently, I wonder?
"Our ancient house pulled down and made a sty for those hogs! The King must be mad!" "We esteem him highly in Delgratz," said the man stoutly. "He thinks more of the people than of palaces, and they say that he means to convert some of the gold lace into white bread."
"Oui, monsieur." "Understand, then, that I am no longer King of Kosnovia. I am not Prince Michael's son. I mean to leave Delgratz to-night, and there is a plot on foot to prevent my departure except on terms to which I shall not agree. Will you help me to defeat it?" "Oui, monsieur." "Within the next minute I shall probably have visitors.
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