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And yet it was indeed Ladany; it was the same clear eye which had once commanded his legion with a single look; but the eye was often veiled now beneath a lowered eyelid, and only now and then did a glance shoot forth which seemed to penetrate a man's most secret thoughts. The soldier had become the diplomat. "I had forgotten that thirty years have passed!" thought Varhely, a little saddened.
The former leader had doubtless aged terribly he must be a man of fifty-five or fifty-six, to-day; but Varhely was sure that Joseph Ladany, now become minister, had preserved his generous, ardent nature of other days. As he crossed the antechambers and lofty halls which led to the minister's office, Varhely still saw, in his mind's eye, Ladany, sabre in hand, astride of the smoking cannon.
And yet it was indeed Ladany; it was the same clear eye which had once commanded his legion with a single look; but the eye was often veiled now beneath a lowered eyelid, and only now and then did a glance shoot forth which seemed to penetrate a man's most secret thoughts. The soldier had become the diplomat. "I had forgotten that thirty years have passed!" thought Varhely, a little saddened.
Yanski's astonishment was so evident that Josef Ladany said, still smiling: "Well, don't you recognize me, my dear Count?" His voice was pleasant, and his manner charming; but there was something cold and politic in his whole appearance which absolutely stupefied Varhely.
What I have come for is to ask you to use your influence with the Russian Government to obtain Menko's release." "Are you very much interested in Menko?" "Very much," replied Yanski, in a tone which struck the minister as rather peculiar. "Then," asked Count Ladany with studied slowness, "you would like? "A note from you to the Russian ambassador, demanding Menko's release.
What I have come for is to ask you to use your influence with the Russian Government to obtain Menko's release." "Are you very much interested in Menko?" "Very much," replied Yanski, in a tone which struck the minister as rather peculiar. "Then," asked Count Ladany with studied slowness, "you would like? "A note from you to the Russian ambassador, demanding Menko's release.
"If he is set at liberty, I suppose that we shall know where he goes," he said to the minister. "It is more than probable that the government of the Czar will trace his journey for him. You shall be informed." Count Ladany did not seek to know for what purpose Varhely demanded, with such evident eagerness, this release.
Joseph Ladany was standing erect upon one of his cannon for which the gunners had no more ammunition, and, with drawn sabre, was rallying his companions, who were beginning to give way before the enemy. Ah, brave Ladany! With what pleasure would Varhely grasp his hand!
"Ah, well," thought the old hussar, with an odd smile, "there is the age of moustaches and the age of whiskers, that is all. Ladany has even found a way to become bald: he was born to be a minister!" It little mattered to him, however, this souvenir of his youth found with new characteristics.
"These are queer days we live in!" thought the Austrian diplomats. The minister, of whom Yanski Varhely demanded an audience, his Excellency Count Josef Ladany, had formerly commanded a legion of Magyar students, greatly feared by the grenadiers of Paskiewisch, in Hungary.
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