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Updated: May 4, 2025
"My private secretary, your favourite, Benjamin Vajdar. He has just read it in the despatches received at the war office." The listener's eyes flashed with scorn. "I am telling you the truth," asserted the other, vehemently. "I give you my word of honour, it is as I say. I have this moment given Vajdar my purse and despatched him to Transylvania to bring the poor woman's body back to Vienna."
We may consider our interview entirely private." Vajdar misinterpreted the situation: he thought the princess feared him, as of old, and that therefore she kept her servant in the room. This belief only added fuel to his evil passions. He who sees himself feared gains an increased sense of power. "I come bearing the olive-branch, Princess," he began, in smooth accents.
He has procured an order that the troops in Italy shall wear for their summer uniform cotton blouses instead of linen, and he has the contract for furnishing the material." "But the prices named here are very low," objected Vajdar, reading from the paper Rozina had handed him. "Ah, but let me explain.
"Have you talked this over with Prince Cagliari?" she asked. "No, and I shall not," replied Vajdar, with significant emphasis. "This is his doing." "What makes you think so, pray?" asked the marchioness, with an air of surprise. "Why should he plot the ruin of his own secretary and confidant?" "You yourself are the cause," was the retort. The beautiful woman bent her head still nearer to him.
"We have no objection to raise," said he, "against the decree of the government. Benjamin Vajdar was formerly a member of our family, and so we must provide for him. The state allowance of twenty-five florins a month we beg leave to refuse. In our iron works there is a bookkeeper's position open to this man, and we shall ask him to assume its duties.
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