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Updated: June 16, 2025
"But how the deuce did you get her?" "Yes, how?" asked Miss Winwood, with a smile in her straight blue eyes. "How does one get anything one wants in this world," said Paul, "except by going at it, hammer and tongs?" A little later, when Paul opened the dining-room for her to pass out, she touched his shoulder affectionately and laughed. "Hammer and tongs to Sophie Zobraska!
I see it from here under the Fashionable Intelligence. 'The beautiful Princess Zobraska was observed in a boat on the ornamental water in Regent's Park with the well-known tiens what are you? politician, say with the well-known young politician, Mr. Paul Savelli. Quel scandale, hein?" "I must content myself with kissing your finger tips at your reception," said Paul. She smiled.
Her clear eyes met his for an instant as she threw the card on the table before him. "No, dear. For you, that's the Truth." He took it up and looked at it stupidly. It bore a crown and the inscription: "The Princess Sophie Zobraska," and a pencilled line, in her handwriting: "With anxious inquiries." He reeled, as if someone had dealt him a heavy blow on the head.
Here was Sophie Zobraska, reared from childhood in the atmosphere of great affairs, mixing daily with folk who guided the destiny of nations, having two years before refused in marriage one of those who held the peace of Europe in his hands, moved to tense excitement of heart and brain and soul by the news that an obscure young man might possibly be chosen to contest a London Borough for election to the British Parliament, and thrillingly convinced that now Was imminent the great momentous crisis in the history of mankind.
Miss Winwood shook her head and went away, and Paul happily resumed his work. In very truth she was to him the dearest of ladies. The Princess Zobraska was standing alone by the fireplace at the end of the long drawing-room when Paul was announced on Saturday evening.
The occasional visits to Hickney Heath were, after all, but rare, though distinct, episodes in his busy life. He had his parliamentary work for Colonel Winwood, his work for Miss Winwood, his work for the Young England League. He had his social engagements. He had the Princess Zobraska. He also began to write, in picturesque advocacy of his views, for serious weekly and monthly publications.
And her sympathy manifested itself in practical ways those of the woman confidante of every love affair since the world began. Why should the Princess Zobraska not interest herself in some of the philanthropic schemes of which the house in Portland Place was the headquarters? There was one, a Forlorn Widows' Fund, the presidency of which she would be willing to resign in favour of the Princess.
Would Sophie Zobraska, who was only a few months younger than he, be content to sacrifice these splendid and irretrievable years of her youth? Ursula Winwood looked into the immediate future, and did not see it rosy. The first step toward an unassailable position was flight from the nest. This presupposed an income.
"They seemed pleased with what I had to say," replied Paul modestly. "When did you hear about it?" "Last night." "The Winwoods are the dearest people in the world," said Paul, walking warily, "but they are prejudiced in my favour." "It wasn't the Winwoods." The beautiful truth flashed upon Paul. "Then it was the Princess Zobraska." The other laughed. "Never mind. I know all about it.
What have I got to do with princesses? They're out of my sphere. So are Naiads and Dryads and Houris and Valkyrie and other fabulous ladies. The Princess Zobraska has nothing to do with the question." He made a step towards Jane and, his hand on her shoulder, looked at her in his new, masterful way. "I come in the most solemn hour and in the crisis of my life to ask you to marry me.
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