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Updated: June 27, 2025
It was when the baby was sleeping in her own bed, its combed head dinting one of her own white pillows, that she looked across to her deft, tactful maid. "I believe I have found a new sensation, Marie," she remarked. The maid smiled. "I had little sisters," she answered inconsequently. "Yes?" said Truda. "I had nothing not even a little sister."
He was a great dark Russian, heavy and massive, with a big petulant face not without intelligence, and Truda had known him of old in Paris. She looked at him now with some anxiety, trying to gauge his susceptibility.
And when he came to the place where his ship was waiting for him, he went on board with the fair Queen Truda, dismissed the escort which accompanied him, and set sail.
Behind her, a little drawn in that early hour, came Truda's manager, Monsieur Vaucher. "Madame finds herself well?" he asked solicitously, but shivering somewhat. "Madame is in the mood for further triumphs?" Truda gave him a smile.
Audiences, like other assemblies of people, have their racial characteristics; it was the task of Truda to get the range, as it were to find the measure of their understanding; and before the first act was over she had their sympathy.
And so he duly delivered the note and returned to the hotel and bed, a man content with the conduct of his own world. Things went well with Truda and Vaucher and all the company for the next two days. Never had she been so amenable to those who charged themselves with her interests, never so generally and mildly amiable to those who had to live at her orders.
I am surprised at you, Monsieur Vaucher." The little man shrugged. "It is as Madame pleases," he said. "However, here we are at the station; I will go to make all ready." Truda had a wide experience of strange towns, and preserved yet some interest in making their acquaintance. At that early hour the streets were sparsely peopled; the city was still at its toilet.
Her spare time she spent with the baby she and Marie, her maid, playing with it, making a plaything of it, ministering to it, and obeying it. It had never cried once since Truda had taken it in her arms, but adapted itself with the soundest skill to its surroundings and companions. "I found it ten years too late," said Truda once. Her maid looked at her curiously.
The big mirror against the wall, bright with lights, reflected the pair of them sitting face to face in the attitude of intimacy. The Prince, bearded and big, felt protective and paternal, for Truda, muffled in her great cloak, looked very small and feminine just then. His tone, so consoling and smooth, roused her; she sat up. "Prince," she said, "you could stop it." "The Judenhetze, you mean?"
All round Truda there was a stir among the Jews; a child wrought beyond endurance whimpered and was gagged under an apron; the howl of the mob startled her ears as it poured along the street outside the great gate.
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