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The young countess raised her soft blue eyes to the face of the haughty prince. "I will tell the truth," said she, again blushing. "I was crying because La Foliazzi was so long with you to-day." "Jealous, too!" said Kaunitz, with a sneer. "And pray, who ever gave you the right of being jealous of me?" The countess said nothing, but her eyes filled with tears.
Continue your amours with the Hungarian, and love him as much as you choose, provided " "Provided?" echoed the singer anxiously, as Kaunitz paused. "Provided you affect before the world to be still my mistress." "Oh, my beloved prince," cried Foliazzi, "you will not cast me off!" and in spite of his disinclination she folded Kaunitz to her heart. The prince struggled to get free.
"Ah, your majesty, if you send her, Count Kaunitz will go with her. He cannot live without La Foliazzi. Even when he comes hither to your majesty's august presence, La Foliazzi is in his coach, and she awaits his return at the doors of the imperial palace." "Impossible! I will not believe such scandalous reports.
"How does it happen that you take the liberty of being unhappy because La Foliazzi is in my room! What business is it of yours, whom I receive or entertain? Have I ever given you the slightest hope that from my niece I would ever raise you to the eminence of being my wife?" "Never, never, dear uncle," said the countess, scarlet with shame.
The beautiful Foliazzi, in a coquettish and most becoming morning-costume, radiant with smiles and beauty, entered the room. Kaunitz greeted her coldly, and answered her rapturous salutation by a faint nod. "Your impatience is very annoying, Olympia," said he; "you beat upon my door like a drum-major." "Your highness, it is the impatience of a longing heart," said the singer.
"It is enough that the coach being there, the world will suppose that I am there also. A man of fashion must have the name of possessing a mistress; but a statesman cannot waste his valuable time on women. You are my mistress, ostensibly, and therefore I give you a year's salary of four thousand guilders." "You are an angel a god!" cried La Foliazzi, this time with genuine rapture.
"Well, that corridor, as you know, leads to a side-entrance of the palace, and if you look out of the window you will see there the equipage of the handsomest, frailest, and most fascinating actress in all Vienna the equipage of the divine Foliazzi. Hear how the knocking grows louder. My charmer becomes impatient." "Allow me to retire, then," said Binder, "and leave the field to the prima donna."
The father bowed. "The school of Parisian gallantry, of which the lord chancellor is a graduate, has borne its fruits. Count Kaunitz mocks at religion, chastity, and every other virtue. Instead of giving an honorable mistress to his house, it is the home of Foliazzi, the singer, who holds him fast with her rosy chains." "We must send her away from Vienna."
"I never knew how dear you were to me until I had endured the intolerable pangs of your absence," replied Foliazzi, leaning her head upon the prince's shoulder. "You love me, then, Olympia? Tell me, dearest, tell me truly?" "Unjust! You ask me such a question!" cried the signora, putting her arms around the prince's neck. "If I love you?
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