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"A thousand thanks for procuring me such good fortune," replied the countess, advancing toward the artist. "My dear friend," said Florestan, "the Countess Zomaloff wishes to express to you all her admiration for your work." "Not my admiration only, but my gratitude also," rejoined the young woman graciously.
You see her tutelage commences." "And this tutelage will not stop there, my dear sir, be quite assured. "Me, sir?" said Conrad, beginning to dislike the sneering tone of Florestan. "You. I leave in some days for Gerolstein. I wish to dispose of my house, all furnished, and my stables; you also should make an arrangement." The viscount emphasized these last words, looking at Madame de Lucenay.
Being in a hurry and hungry, "Her Serene Highness the hereditary princess" sat herself down and ate her own egg and the eggs of her neighbors. Horror! Court etiquette was over-thrown. The egg destined for the august prince Florestan II. had been eaten by his own daughter-in-law!
When these thoughts became more rife in society, and began to take the form of speech, the year was getting old, and this reminds us of a little incident which took place many months previously, at the beginning of the year, and which we ought to record. Shortly after the death of Lord Roehampton, Prince Florestan called one morning in St. James' Square.
After that they went off immediately to pay a visit to King Florestan and his queen; Myra had sent her a loving letter. "Perhaps it will be the first time that your sister ever saw me with satisfaction," remarked Lady Montfort, "but I think she will love me now! I always loved her; perhaps because she is so like you." It was a happy meeting and a delightful visit.
Madame de Lucenay, seeing no one, was about to enter the cabinet, when the curtains were thrown back, and she found herself face to face with the father of Florestan. She could not restrain a cry of alarm. "Clotilde!" cried the count, stupefied.
Remaining alone, the count looked around him with indifference, until suddenly he discovered the picture of his wife, the mother of Florestan de Saint Remy. He folded his arms on his heart, held down his head, as if to avoid the sight of this victim, and walked about with rapid steps. "And yet I am not certain -he may be my son -sometimes this doubt is frightful to me.
At last, after another embarrassing pause, he said gaily, "Do you know, my dear Myra, I do not see why you should not ask Prince Florestan. It is you that ask him, not I. That is one of the pleasant results of our system of political entertainments. The guests come to pay their respects to the lady of the house, so no one is committed.
Only fancy, Louis, I am the possessor of gold mines, silver mines, diamonds of untold value, of fabulous riches millions and millions, in fact! Oh! Saint-Ramon, how just I was to sanctify your name, to canonize you, for you are not ungrateful!" "In mercy, explain yourself, Florestan!"
This had never occurred before, because Lord Roehampton felt that so avowed an intimacy with a personage in the peculiar position of Prince Florestan was hardly becoming a Secretary of State for Foreign Affairs; but that he was no longer, and being the most good-natured man that ever lived, and easily managed in little things, he could not refuse Myra when she consulted him, as they call it, on the subject, and it was settled that Lord and Lady Roehampton were to dine with Prince Florestan.
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