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Herr Grafinski became deadly pale; the Chancellor, expecting his own turn, was probably engaged in prayer; Gondremark was watching like a ponderous cat. Gotthold, on his part, looked on with wonder at his cousin; he was certainly showing spirit, but what, in such a time of gravity, was all this talk of money? and why should he waste his strength upon a personal issue?
She offered her hand, and he took it; on each side with an elaborate affectation, each inwardly incandescent. He led her out by the private door, following where Gondremark had passed; they threaded a corridor or two, little frequented, looking on a court, until they came at last into the Prince's suite.
'Look but a little deeper, he returned, 'and whose is the crime? 'His! she cried. 'His, before God! And I hold him liable. But still 'It is not as if he would be harmed, submitted Gondremark. 'I know it, she replied, but it was still unheartily.
Gondremark spurred up Grafinski underneath the table. 'If your Highness will indicate the destination . . . began the puppet. 'You are not here, sir, to interrogate your Prince, said Otto. Grafinski looked for help to his commander; and Gondremark came to his aid, in suave and measured tones.
There was a man once in England whom they call the kingmaker. Do you know," she added, "I fancy I could make a prince?" "Some day, madam," said Otto, "I may ask you to help make a farmer." "Is that a riddle?" asked the Countess. "It is," replied the Prince, "and a very good one too." "Tit for tat. I will ask you another," she returned. "Where is Gondremark?" "The Prime Minister?
"I thought I had killed Gondremark," she said with a deep flush, "and I found myself alone, as you said." The mention of the name of Gondremark pricked the Prince's generosity like a spur. "Well," he cried, "and whose fault was it but mine? It was my duty to be beside you, loved or not. But I was a skulker in the grain, and found it easier to desert than to oppose you.
But the snare is laid alike for male and female, and the world most artfully contrived. Near her, in a low chair, Gondremark had arranged his limbs into a cat-like attitude, high-shouldered, stooping, and submiss. The formidable blue jowl of the man, and the dull bilious eye, set perhaps a higher value on his evident desire to please.
"I am honoured by this expression of my Prince's confidence," returned Gondremark, unabashed. "It is, therefore, with a single eye to these disorders that our present external policy has been shaped.
Nor was Seraphina unamiably inclined. Her usual fear of Otto as a marplot in her great designs was now swallowed up in a passing distrust of the designs themselves. For Gondremark, besides, she had conceived an angry horror. In her heart she did not like the Baron.
'You might, sir, as the law stands, make me prisoner, returned Seraphina. 'Short of that you will gain nothing. 'You will continue as before? he asked. 'Precisely as before, said she. 'As soon as this comedy is over, I shall request the Freiherr von Gondremark to visit me. Do you understand? she added, rising. 'For my part, I have done.
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