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Updated: May 15, 2025
Dangloss, as Sitzky had called him, was quite small in stature, rather stout, gray-bearded and eagle-nosed. His face was keen and red, and not at all the kind to invite familiarity.
The guard turned to watch the procession a file of soldiers, a cavalry troop, carriages and then the carriage with spirited horses and gay accoutrements. It stopped with a jangle and a man and woman descended. "The Princess!" cried Sitzky. "Long live the Princess!" cried the crowd. "God save our Yetive!"
"De Princess married an American an' dey say he's goin' to put d' crown away where d' moths won't git at it an' take her over to live in Washington fer six months. Is it a sure t'ing?" "That's right, Sitzky. She's going back with us and then we're coming back with her." "Why don't he keep 'er over dere when he gits her dere? What's d' use what's d' use?"
"We shall try to conduct ourselves discreetly in the city." Probably a quarter mile farther down the narrow, level street they came to the bazaars, the gaudy stores, and then the hotel. It was truly a hostelry to inspire respect and admiration in the mind of such as Sitzky, for it was huge and well equipped with the modern appointments.
As soon as the two Americans had been given their rooms, they sent for their luggage. Then they went out to the broad piazza, with its columns and marble balustrades, and looked for Sitzky, remembering their invitation to drink. The guard had refused to enter the hotel with them, urging them to allow him to remain on the piazza. He was not there when they returned, but they soon saw him.
"Well, she's still the Princess of Graustark, you know, Sitzky. She can't live always in America." "Got to be here to hold her job, eh?" "Inelegant but correct. Now, look sharp! Where do we find our Ah!" His wife was with him and he forgot Sitzky.
An Englishman?" demanded Lorry. He looked anything but English. "I'm not an Englishman," said the guard, flushing slightly. "My name's Sitzky, and I'm an American, sir." "An American!" exclaimed Lorry. Sitzky grew loquacious. "Sure! I used to be a sailor on a United States man-o'war. A couple of years ago I got into trouble down at Constantinople and had to get out of de service.
On the sidewalk he was arguing with a white-uniformed police guard, and they realized that he had been ejected from sacred precincts. They promptly rescued him from the officer, who bowed and strode away as soon as they interceded. "Dese fellers is slick enough to see you are swells and I'm not," said Sitzky, not a bit annoyed by his encounter.
"D' hotel people ought to be able to tell you all 'bout 'em." "By the way, what is the best hotel there?" asked Anguish. "Dere's d' Burnowentz, one block north of d' depot." The travelers looked at one another and smiled, Sitzky observing the action. "Oh," he said, pleasantly, "dere's a swell joint uptown called d' Regengetz. It's too steep fer me, but maybe you gents can stand it.
Each had the startling impression that a great human-dotted mountain was falling over upon his head; it was impossible to subdue the sensation of dizziness that the toppling town inspired. "I know how you feel," observed Sitzky, laughing. "I was just d' same at first. Tomorrow you walk a little ways up d' side of d' mountain an' you'll see how much of d' city dere is on level ground down here.
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