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Updated: May 11, 2025
Though it was early in the morning, there was a strong sun; it made a flame on the blades as they saluted before engaging. Bertin was very sober and serious, but one had only to glance at him to perceive a very heat of wrath masked under his heavy countenance. Vaucher was intent, wary, full of careful purpose. Their blades touched.
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.
"We are on the point of arriving," went on Monsieur Vaucher. "I come to tell Madame how the ground lies in this city. It is, you see, a place vexed with various politics, an arena of trivialities. In other words, Madame, the best place in the world for one who is shall we say? detached." Truda laughed, sipping her warm tea. "Politics have never tempted me, my friend," she replied.
The little hardened Frenchman was still under the spell of her acting. "Madame," he said grandly, "I can do anything you desire. He shall have the note to-night." Poor Monsieur Vaucher, the charred remains of a man of sentiment, preserving yet a spark or two of the soft fire!
There was a need upon me for plain speech with the man, like that need for cold steel which came upon poor Vaucher." "'There is time for you to make your packages and be gone, I said. 'Time for that and no more, and I recommend you to let the packages be few. If you go, you will not be sought for. That is what I have to say to you." "He glanced over his shoulder again and came a step nearer.
It was in the spirit of devotion and service that he called a droshky, and fared out to the crooked streets of the Jewish quarter to do his errand. It was a fine soft night, with a clear sky of stars, and Monsieur Vaucher enjoyed the drive.
In less time than one might have supposed from the condition of poor Vaucher, he had elicited some outstanding facts the note which Truda had sent to the Jewish quarter among them. The keeper of the stage- door added the little he knew. Prince Sarasin turned to his aide. "Dragoons," he ordered. "Half a squadron. I shall be at the barracks in ten minutes, when they must be ready. Go at once."
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.
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.
"Look!" said the Prince, and motioned with one hand to the dragoons' leavings, the very silent citizens who lay about on the flagstones. "Ah!" said Vaucher again. "And to-morrow the world will ask for an account. It is not wise to destroy a great genius like this, here in a corner of your dirty town. That is what you have to learn." "Yes," said the Prince. "We shall learn something now.
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