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But you are a hopeless rascal, incapable of winning much honour; and so you are compassionately recognized as somebody who might do something if he only would that is all, my Zouche! You are an excellent after-dinner topic with those who are more successful than yourself; and that is the only fame you will ever win, believe me!" "Now by all the gods and goddesses!" cried Paul "I do protest "
Others were grouped round Paul Zouche, who had sat apparently stricken immovable in his chair ever since the King had declared his identity; and others showed themselves somewhat inclined to 'hustle' Sir Roger de Launay and Professor von Glauben, who guarded the approach to the platform like sentinels, though they were discreet enough to show no weapons of defence. "Comrades!"
Leroy looked up. "Are you sure of that?" Zouche met his eyes with a stare and a laugh. "Sure? Of course I am sure! By my faith, your resemblance to his Majesty is somewhat striking to-night, my bold Leroy! The same straight brows the same inscrutable, woman-conquering smile! I studied his portrait after the offer of the hundred golden pieces and I swear you might be his twin brother!"
His companions, Max Graub and Axel Regor, were separated from him, and from each other, at different sides of the table, and Paul Zouche the poet, was almost immediately opposite to him.
Zouche looked mysterious. "In a palace, dear sir! A palace of golden air, peopled with winged dreams! No money could purchase it; no 'Empire Builder' could build it! it is mine and mine alone! And I pay no taxes!" "Will you put this to some use for me?" said Leroy, holding out a gold piece; "Simply as comrade and friend?" Zouche stared at him. "You mean it?" "Of course I mean it!
Still the King spoke not a word; nor did he lift his eyes from his brooding observation of the ground. "To be a great King, as you are," said Zouche; "And yet to be unable to keep alive a love when you have won it, is a hard thing! She must have killed herself for your sake!" No answer was vouchsafed to him.
"Here is the paper!" said Leroy, as he heard the narration; "Whoever likes to keep it can do so, as a memento of my introduction to this Society!" And he tossed it lightly on the table. "Good!" exclaimed Paul Zouche; "Give it to me, and I will cherish it as a kind of birthday card! What a rag it is! 'Thord's Rabble' eh!
But the attempt to keep Englishmen out of Italy was generally fruitless, and the proviso was too frequently disregarded. Lord Zouche grumbled exceedingly at the limitations of his licence.
"Have you only just wakened up from sleep, Paul Zouche?" asked Zegota. "I never sleep," answered Zouche, pushing his hair back from his forehead; "Unless sleep compels me, by force, to yield to its coarse and commonplace persuasion. To lie down in a shirt and snore the hours away! Faugh! Can anything be more gross or vulgar!
Zouche, with something like fear for the visible, yet strongly suppressed anguish of the man before him, sighed drearily as he repeated "Lotys is dead! It is God's way to kill all beautiful things, just as we have learned to love them! She, Lotys, used to talk of Justice and Order, poor soul! she never found either! Yet she believed in God!"
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