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“Preposterous!” he cried.

“But you have given your consent,” the Baroness protested, “and in the presence of the Grand Duchess.”

“Which,” said the Grand Duke, “was part of our plan.”

“Indeed, your Highness,” said the Baroness, “it was a most important part. You must know,” she continued, with some diffidence, “that I have the misfortune to love Monsieur de Ch�teauroux.”

“Who is in love with Victoria.”

“I have the effrontery to believe,” said the Baroness, “that he is, in reality, in love with me.”

“Especially after hearing him last night,” the Grand Duke suggested.

“That scene, your Highness, we had carefully rehearsed–oh, seven or eight times! Personally, I agreed with your Highness that the quotation from Theocritus was pedantic, but Philippe insisted on it, you conceive–“

The Grand Duke gazed meditatively upon the Baroness, who had the grace to blush.

“Then it was,” he asked, “a comedy for my benefit?”

“You would never have consented–” she began. But the Grand Duke’s countenance, which was slowly altering to a greenish pallor, caused her to pause.

“You will get over it in a week, Louis,” she murmured, “and you will find other–baronesses.”

“Oh, very probably!” said his Highness, and he noted with pleasure that he spoke quite as if it did not matter. “Nevertheless, this was a despicable trick to play upon the Grand Duchess.”

“Yet I do not think the Grand Duchess will complain,” said the Baroness von Altenburg.

And it was as though a light broke on the Grand Duke. “You planned all this beforehand?” he inquired.

“Why, precisely, your Highness.”

“And de Ch�teauroux helped you?”

“In effect, yes, your Highness.”

“And the Grand Duchess knew?”

“The Grand Duchess suggested it, your Highness, the moment that she knew you thought of eloping.”

“And I, who tricked Gaston–!”

“Louis,” said the Baroness von Altenburg, in a semi-whisper, “your wife is one of those persons who cling to respectability like a tippler to his bottle. To her it is absolutely nothing how many women you may pursue–or conquer–so long as you remain here under her thumb, to be exhibited, in fair sobriety, upon the necessary public occasions. I pity you, my Louis.” And she sighed with real compassion.

He took possession of one gloved hand. “At the bottom of your heart,” his Highness said, irrelevantly, “you like me better than you do Monsieur de Ch�teauroux.”

“I find you the more entertaining company, to be sure–But what a woman most wants is to be loved. If I touch Philippe’s hand for, say, the millionth part of a second longer than necessity compels, he treads for the remainder of the day above meteors; if yours–why, you at most admire my fingers. No doubt you are a connoisseur of fingers and such-like trifles; but, then, a woman does not wish to be admired by a connoisseur so much as she hungers to be adored by a maniac. And accordingly, I prefer my stupid Philippe.”

“You are wise,” the Grand Duke estimated, “I remember long ago … in Poictesme yonder….”

“I loathe her,” the Bareness said, with emphasis. “Nay, I am ignorant as to who she was–but O my Louis! had you accorded me a tithe of the love you squandered on that abominable dairymaid I would have followed you not only to Vienna–“

He raised his hand, “There are persons yonder in whom the proper emotions are innate; let us not shock them. No, I never loved you, I suppose; I merely liked your way of talking, liked your big green eyes, liked your lithe young body…. Hé, and I like you still, Amalia. So I shall not play the twopenny despot. God be with you, my dear.”

He had seen tears in those admirable eyes before he turned his back to her. “Monsieur de Ch�teauroux,” he called, “I find the lady is adamant. I wish you a pleasant journey.” He held open the door of the carriage for de Ch�teauroux to enter.

“You will forgive us, your Highness?” asked the latter.

“You will forget?” murmured the Baroness.

“I shall do both,” said the Grand Duke. “Bon voyage, mes enfants!”

And with a cracking of whips the carriage drove off.

“Victoria,” said the plump little Grand Duke, in admiration, “you are a remarkable woman. I think that I will walk for a while in the gardens, and meditate upon the perfections of my wife.”

VIII

He strolled in the direction of the woods. As he reached the summit of a slight incline he turned and looked toward the road that leads from Breschau to Vienna. A cloud of dust showed where the carriage had disappeared.

“Ma foi!” said his Highness; “my wife has very fully proven her executive ability. Beyond doubt, there is no person in Europe better qualified to rule Noumaria as Regent.”