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Rather a little prig, I think. He has an English governess, and she has made him quite a little woman." Karl laughed, but Hedwig flushed. "He is not that sort at all," she declared stoutly. "He is lonely and and rather pathetic. The truth is that no one really cares for him, except " "Except Captain Larisch!" said the Archduchess smoothly. "You and he, Hedwig, have done your best by him, surely."
How say to a dying man that time was the one thing he did not have? "Another thing. She was incoherent, but I gathered that there was some one else. The whole interview was cyclonic. It seems, however, that this young protege of yours, Larisch, has been making love to her over Otto's head." Mettlich's face hardened, a gradual process, as the news penetrated in all its significance.
"You might work at the frame for your Cousin Hedwig. Then, if Captain Larisch comes, you can still have a part of your lesson." Prince Ferdinand William Otto brightened. The burntwood photograph frame for Hedwig was his delight. And yesterday, as a punishment for the escapade of the day before, it had been put away with an alarming air of finality.
"By 'Nikky' you mean Lieutenant Larisch?" "Yes, sir." "Go on." "We like the same things, sir the Pike's-Peak-or-Bust, and all that." The King raised himself on his elbow. "What was that?" he demanded. Prince Ferdinand William Otto blushed, and explained. It was Bobby's name for the peak at the top of the Scenic Railway. He had been on the railway. He had been his enthusiasm carried him away.
"Anyhow, I shall probably have to marry some wretch with ears that stick out and a bad temper. I dare say he's selected already. As to Lieutenant Larisch, I'm sure he's in love with Hilda. You should see the way he stares at her." "Pish!" said Prince Ferdinand William Otto over his cup. "Hilda is not as pretty as you are. And Nikky and I talk about you frequently." "Nikky" was the officer.
And thus it happened that Captain Nicholas Larisch aide-de-camp to his Royal Highness the Crown Prince Ferdinand William Otto, and of no other particular importance, was informed of the Princess Hedwig's projected marriage before she was. And not only informed of it, but committed to forward it, if he could! The Countess Loschek was alone. Alone and storming.
She came in glowing from a walk, with the jacket of her dark velvet suit thrown open, and a bunch of lilies-of-the-valley tucked in her belt. Tea had already come, and Captain Larisch, holding his cup, was standing by the table. The Crown Prince, who was allowed only one cup, was having a second of hot water and milk, equal parts, and sweetened.
"I hope that now your errand is more peaceful." For answer the Chancellor opened a portfolio he carried, and fumbled among its papers. But, having found the right one, he held it without opening it. "Before we come to that, sire, you have here, I believe, detained for some strange reason, a Captain Larisch, aide-de-camp" he paused for effect "to His Royal Highness, the Crown Prince of Livonia."
Such a shout from relieved throats as went up, such a clatter as swords were drawn from scabbards and held upright in the air. "Otto!" they cried. And again, "Otto." The little King had turned quite pale with excitement. Late in the evening Nikky Larisch went to the Council room. The Council had dispersed, and Mettlich sat alone.
In the end she grew quiet and sat looking into the fire with eyes full of stony despair. She had tried and failed. There was one way left, only one, and even that would not bring him back to her. Let Hedwig escape and marry Nikky Larisch still where was she? Let the Terrorists strike their blow and steal the Crown Prince. Again where was she?
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