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"Her Highness will breakfast here, no doubt?" said Gaydon. "Misset will have seen to it," cried Wogan, "that the berlin is furnished. We can breakfast as we go." They waited no more than ten minutes at Nazareth. The order of travelling was now changed. Wogan and Gaydon now travelled in the berlin with Mrs. Misset and Clementina.
But Gaydon had left the door of the street open when he went out to meet Wogan; there had been time and to spare for any man to creep upstairs and hide himself had there been a man in Schlestadt that night minded to hear. Gaydon returned to his chair. "We are to draw the biggest prize in all Europe," said Wogan. "There!" cried O'Toole.
Don't plead it is none of your business, for, upon my soul, it is." Gaydon suddenly changed his manner. He spoke with no less earnestness than Wogan, "You are in the right. It is my business, and why? Because it touches you, Charles Wogan, and you are my friend." "Therefore you will tell me," cried Wogan. "Therefore I will not tell you," answered Gaydon.
The fever itself was of no great importance, but it had consequences of a world-wide influence, for it left Wogan weak and tied to his bed; so that it was Gaydon who travelled to Rome and obtained the Pope's passport.
I respond coldly to his politeness a fact which he affects not to notice. "May Saint Jonathan protect you, Mr. Gaydon!" he continues in his clear, ringing voice. "You are not, I presume, disposed to regret the fortunate circumstance by which you were permitted to visit this surpassingly marvellous cavern and it really is one of the finest, although the least known on this spheroid."
All that night their horses strained up the mountain road amid the whirling sleet. At times the wind roaring down a gorge would set the carriage rocking; at times they stuck fast in drifts; and Wogan and Gaydon must leap from the box and plunging waist-deep in the snow, must drag at the horses and push at the wheels.
Gaydon, permit me to point out that you have not yet had the opportunity of appreciating the advantages of an existence passed in such unrivalled surroundings.
However, Gaydon consoled himself with the reflection that it was none of his business. But Gaydon was out of his reckoning. There were no fairy tales told for Misset to overhear, and the Princess Clementina slept in her corner of the carriage. If a jolt upon a stone wakened her, a movement opposite told her that her sentinel was watchful and alert.
Wogan made a ghostly figure in the dim shadowy light. His face was of an extraordinary pallor; his teeth chattered; his eyes burned. Gaydon looked at him with concern and said to the groom, "You can take the saddles off. We shall need no horses to-night." The four men returned to the house. Wogan went upstairs first. Gaydon held back the other two at the foot of the stairs.
He stopped and directed the same vacant look at Gaydon. But he was thinking curiously, "Will he tell Charles Wogan?" The stalwart man was Harry Whittington. Gaydon, however, never breathed a word about the Caprara Palace when he handed the passport to Charles Wogan at Schlestadt.
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