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Her apartments were near those of the Princess Yetive. In the private intercourse enjoyed by these women, all manner of restraint was abandoned by the visitor and every vestige of royalty slipped from the princess. Count Halfont and his adorable wife, the Countess Yvonne, both of whom had grown old in the court, found the girl and her strange servant a source of wonder and delight.
But Truxton was not listening to the eager prattle. He remembered afterward that Bobby's hands and face were hot with fever. Just now he was staring at the narrow staircase. Vos Engo and Loraine were descending slowly. The former was white and evidently very weak. He leaned on the girl for support. Count Halfont offered the explanation. "Vos Engo was shot last week, through the shoulder.
There was a deep significance the dry tone which he assumed. "I do not apprehend trouble," said Count Halfont. "Our credit is still good, your Grace. Russia is not the only country that is ready to trust us for a few millions. Have no fear, your Grace." "It is the delay that I am apprehensive of, your Excellency."
We have both seen the futility of love, however strong and pure it may be. I have hoped, your excellency, and always shall." "She has confessed her love to you privately?" asked Halfont. "Against her will, against her judgment, sir." "Then the worst has come to pass," groaned the old Count. Neither spoke for some time.
Count Halfont, who seemed ten years older than when we last saw him, addressed the Cabinet. "John Tullis is still outside the city walls. If he does not fall into a trap through ignorance of the city's plight, I firmly believe he will be able to organise an army of relief among the peasants and villagers. They are loyal.
"I have really done no more than to er save my own neck," said Truxton simply. "Any one might be excused for doing the same. Graustark owes a great deal more to Miss Tullis than it does to me, believe me, my lords. She had the courage, I the strength." "Be assured of our attitude toward Miss Tullis," said Halfont in reply. "Graustark loves her. It can do no more than that.
I will say to you all, my people and yours, that I believe him to be innocent and that I sincerely regret his capture, fortunate as it may be for us. He shall have a fair and a just trial, and I shall do all in my power, Prince Bolaroz, to secure his acquittal." "Why do you take this stand, Yetive? Why have you tried to shield him?" cried the heartbroken Halfont.
During the periods spent in Washington and in travel, her affairs in Graustark were in the hands of a capable, austere old diplomat her uncle, Count Caspar Halfont. Princess Volga reigned as regent over the principality of Axphain.
Yetive's uncle and aunt, the Count and Countess Halfont, were eagerly expecting her return, and the city was preparing to manifest its joy in the most exuberant fashion. As they drew up to the gates the shouts of the people came to the ears of the travelers. Then the boom of cannon and the blare of bands broke upon the air, thrilling Beverly to the heart.
"Count Halfont will look after him, Bobby; so don't worry. Just sit up there on the throne and look wise. The regents will do the rest. Watch your Uncle Caspar. When he gives the signal, you arise. That ends the audience. You walk out " "I know all about that, Uncle Jack. But I bet I do something wrong. This thing of receiving grand dukes is no joke. 'Specially when we're so terribly upset.
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