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"No," replied the prince, much astonished at what he had just heard; "and I recently sent to her, by Vajdar, her allowance of fifteen thousand scudi for the current quarter." "Ha, ha, ha!" laughed the marchioness, "a most affectionate and devoted foster-son you have there! Your letters pass through his hands and are, according to your directions, opened by him.
This mandate was a surprise to Vajdar, who had expected to be arrested and tried, and had made his preparations accordingly. However, there was nothing to do but submit to the inevitable.
Read this letter." "A devilish plot!" cried the lawyer wrathfully. "But they are fully capable of carrying it out, all three of them. Did you show this to Vajdar?" "Yes." "And was that why he ran out of the hotel in such an extraordinary manner that the very waiters felt tempted to seize him at the door?" "They had no such thought, I'll warrant," returned Blanka. "They are all in his pay.
The mysterious workings of the commissary department are beyond the understanding of ordinary mortals. Therefore let it suffice us to take only a passing glance at those mysteries. Benjamin Vajdar was enjoying a tête-
Blanka had hardly laid aside her wraps when a waiter knocked at her door and presented a card on a silver salver. "Conte Benjamino de Vajdar" was the name she read in the landlord's handwriting. On the following morning, Blanka sent for the hotel-keeper and desired him to procure for herself and her two companions admission tickets to all the sacred ceremonies of the coming week.
"And if I should win my cause, and should take a fancy to marry again, could I select a husband to suit myself?" This was too much. It was like throwing raw meat to a caged tiger. "Without doubt," murmured Benjamin Vajdar between his teeth, at the same time casting furious glances at the servant behind his mistress's chair. Suddenly the princess changed her tactics.
If I only knew where that fellow Manasseh had hidden himself!" "I could tell you," thought Blanka, but did not offer to do so. "Well," said she, aloud, "if you have no news, I have. Look at this card." The lawyer put on his eyeglasses and read the name, "Benjamin Vajdar." "Prince Cagliari is in Rome also," added Blanka. The advocate looked at her. "So Vajdar has been here, has he?
"But haven't you already learned, from her letter which she wrote me in November, that she is about to change her religion and marry again, and that consequently she declines all further assistance from me? Didn't this letter come into your hands?" Benjamin Vajdar shrugged his shoulders and calmly proceeded to squeeze lemon-juice on his oysters.
Prince Cagliari and the Marchioness Caldariva also remained quietly in the city, and even went so far as to forego their wonted sojourn at the seashore when summer came. They seemed to have acquired a sudden extraordinary fondness for the Austrian capital. But one day the expected happened to Benjamin Vajdar. He was called to the police bureau.
At this Blanka turned suddenly to her attendant. "That reminds me," she exclaimed; "Beppo, the waiter forgot my olives." Vajdar had taken a chair and drawn up to the table. "The prince wishes," he continued, "to keep his promise and to show you all the affectionate concern of a father toward his daughter." He produced a roll of manuscript from his pocket.
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