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Updated: June 12, 2025
"Your Highness has written an encouraging letter to Captain O'Toole," resumed Wogan. The Princess-mother gasped, "A letter to Captain O'Toole," and she flung up her hands and fell back in her chair.
"I heard indeed that Mr. Wogan had burnt the letter." "But under what stress, and to spare my father and to leave me still a grain of hope. Mother, this gentleman has run great risks for me, how great I did not know; even now in this one instance we can only guess and still fall short of the mark." The Princess-mother visibly stiffened with maternal authority.
Jenny turned to Clementina, who was picking the cloak from the floor. "And you are the beautiful heiress," she said sourly. "Well, if you are going to put that wet cloak on your shoulders, I wish you joy of the first kiss O'Toole gives you when you jump into his arms." The Princess-mother screamed; Wogan hastened to interfere.
"Your Highness," he said, "I must pray you to let me pass. I have General Heister's orders to obey." The Princess-mother now gave Wogan reason to applaud her. She saw that the magistrate, for all his politeness, was quite inflexible. "Go, then," she said with a quiet dignity which once before she had shown that evening.
She raised her voice that he might know she had divined him. "Your sentinel is the one man who has the right to rescue me. Your sentinel's the King." At that moment Wogan pushed aside the curtain. "No, your Highness," said he, "but the King's servant." The Princess-mother dropped into a chair and looked at her visitor with despair.
For the window was still open, and now that the curtain was drawn no ray of light escaped from the room to betray the man who climbed into it. Meanwhile within the room the Princess-mother clung to Clementina. The terror which her sharp cry had expressed was visible in her strained and startled face.
But he was prepared for the encounter; he had foreseen it, and had an argument ready for the Princess-mother, though he would have preferred to wring the old lady's neck. Her cry might spoil everything. However, it had not been heard, and since it had not been heard, Wogan was disposed to forgive it.
So when I had made sure that those five men were joined against me, I twisted that letter into a taper and before their faces lit my pipe with it." Clementina's eyes were fixed steadily and intently upon Wogan's face. When he ended she drew a deep breath, but otherwise she did not move. The Princess-mother, however, was unmistakably relieved.
"Since there is no humiliation to be spared us, take a candle, sir, and count the marks of suffering in my daughter's face;" and with her own hand she opened the bedroom door and stood aside. "Madam, I would not press my duty an inch beyond its limits," said the magistrate. "I will stand in the doorway, and do you bid your daughter speak." The Princess-mother did not move from her position.
"It was the Princess-mother who cried out," he thought, and was reminded that the need of persuasions was not ended for the night with the conquest of Jenny. He had to convince the Princess-mother of his authority without a line of Prince Sobieski's writing to support him; he had to overcome her timidity.
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