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Updated: June 9, 2025
"France amuses me, England commands my respect, but Russia takes my breath away," said Deulin, elbowing his way through the medley of many races. On all sides one heard different languages German, the sing-song Russian the odd, exclamatory tongue which three emperors cannot kill. "And Germany?" inquired Cartoner, in his low, curt voice. "Bores me, my friend."
But Netty's curiosity was not satisfied, and she knew that Deulin would answer no question seriously. Why did not Kosmaroff come back? Why did Cartoner stay away? As soon as etiquette allowed, she called at the Bukaty Palace. She made an excuse in some illustrated English and American magazines which might interest the Princess Wanda. But there was no one at home.
He was unable to avoid a fractious horse, and was knocked down. Mr. Deulin is with him, and they have gone to the club pavilion." He spoke rather slowly in French, so that all within ear-shot could understand and repeat. "Shall we go to him?" asked Wanda, rising. "Only to satisfy yourself. I assure you he is unhurt, princess, and would come himself were he able to walk."
Deulin looked at him with an odd smile, but Cartoner was looking at the letter before him. "What I like about her is her quiet ways," suggested Deulin, tentatively. "Yes." Then they lapsed into silence, while Cartoner thought of his letter. Deulin, to judge from a couple of sharp sighs which caught him unawares, must have been thinking of Netty Cahere.
"And Reginald Cartoner," suggested Deulin, turning to look over his shoulder for the change which he knew would come into Netty's eyes. And it came. "Yes," she said. She looked as if she would like to ask a question, but did not give way to the temptation. She did not know that Cartoner was in the house at that moment, and Wanda, too.
Netty turned to greet Deulin, and changed color very prettily. "Yes," she said, looking from one to the other with the soft blush still in her cheeks "yes, and I am engaged to be married." "Ah!" said Deulin. And his voice meant a great deal, while his eyes said nothing. "Do we know the gentleman?" asked Lady Orlay kindly.
He took with him two or three pairs of those lavender gloves which Englishmen have happily ceased to wear by day. "One likes," he said to the stout Jewess, "to talk one's own tongue in a foreign land." And he sat down quite affably on the hither side of the counter. Conversation ran smoothly enough between these two, and an hour slipped past before Deulin quitted the little shop.
"I'll answer that and ask you another. I expected them last night. They'll likely come down with the tide, soon after midnight to-night. And now I'll ask you, what brought you aboard this ship, here in Dantzic River, Mr. Cartoner?" "A letter from a Frenchman you know as well as I do Paul Deulin. Like to read it?" And Cartoner laid the letter before Captain Cable, who smiled contemptuously.
They did not speak again until they had walked some distance northward of Piccadilly, and stopped before a house with white window-boxes. Several carriages stood at the other side of the road against the square railings. "Is it her day?" inquired Deulin. "Yes." Deulin made a grimace expressive of annoyance. "And we shall see a number of people we had better not see.
"Give her that, or get it to her," said Martin. "But " "Yes," said Martin, answering the unasked question, "I am badly hit, unless you can do something for me after we are past Thorn." And his voice was still cheerful. Cartoner was preparing to leave St. Petersburg when he received a letter from Deulin.
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