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He did not want to go; yet Jost's words, that the affair touched her as nearly as it did him, had made their intended impression, and though it went sadly against his grain to know that Jost dared even to think about Veronica and her interests at all, still he could not help wondering what it was all about.
I have no anxiety whatever on any point; even the advent of Jost's spy, with an imitation of your signet on his finger appears to me quite melodramatic, and only helps to make the general situation more interesting, to me at least; I am only sorry to see that you allow yourself to be so much concerned over these trifles!"
He related the whole conversation and it was plain enough that it was useless for him to try to get anything out of Jost. She was silent for a time; thinking over Jost's words. "He wants to humble me! I am to go and beseech him to tell me; and I must be friendly and do him a favor. What favor? No, I will have nothing to do with him."
"The Jew is always triumphant!" he said, as he opened Jost's newspaper next morning, and read a full account of the proceedings in the House, described with all the 'colour' and gush of Jost's most melodramatic reporter. "There is no doubt a 'leader' on my 'unhappy position' as a fallen, but once trusted Minister!" He was right; there was!
And he related the story of David Jost's midnight experience, carefully emphasising every point connected with his own signet-ring. As he proceeded with the narration, Perousse's face grew livid, once or twice he clenched his hand nervously, but he said nothing till he had heard all. "Your ring, you say, had never left the King's possession?" "So the King himself assured me, this very afternoon."
"What in the world is the fellow driving at!" he exclaimed angrily "'My messenger'! 'Explained the entire situation'! The devil! 'Left for Moscow'! Upon my soul, this is maddening!" And he rang the bell sharply. "Who brought this note?" he asked, as his servant entered. "Mr. Jost's own man, Excellency." "Has he gone?" "Yes, Excellency." "Wait!"
"Will you get out?" said the old woman crossly, for Blasi stood as if rooted to the floor. He stuffed the letter back into the torn cover, and went out, but stopped again outside. What should he do? The letter was Jost's. He was afraid of Jost, and he had opened Jost's letter! Presently an idea struck him, and he instantly acted on it.
First to the Tetzels to teach the young ones a madrigal to sing for Master Jost's fiftieth birthday. And they count on your help and your brother's, sweet Mistress. Well, children, be happy while it is yet time!"
For a long time all was very silent. Jost's valet and confidential servant, sleepy and tired, waited in the hall to let his master's visitor out, and hearing no sound, ventured to look into the study now and then, but to no purpose.
"There was an article this evening in one of Jost's off-shoot journals," went on Zouche, "which must have been paid for at a considerable cost.
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