By Neva's waters : $b Being an episode in the secret history of Alexander the First, Czar of all the Russias — John Shaqi
By Neva's waters : $b Being an episode in the secret history of Alexander the First, Czar of all the RussiasCarling, John R.
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By Neva's waters : $b Being an episode in the secret history of Alexander the First, Czar of all the Russias
Carling, John R.
Napoleonic Wars, 1800-1815 -- Campaigns -- Russia -- Fiction; Russia -- History -- Alexander I, 1801-1825 -- Fiction
“REMAIN HERE,” SAID THE DUCHESS, ADDRESSING HER TWO
ATTENDANTS _Frontispiece_
RISING TO HIS FEET AND HOLDING THE LAMP ON HIGH, WILFRID LOOKED
ABOUT HIM 34
WILFRID DREW HIS OWN BLADE AND ASSUMED AN ATTITUDE OF DEFENCE 299
BY NEVA’S WATERS
CHAPTER I
A MODERN FREE-LANCE
On a cold January night in the first year of the nineteenth century, a
state ball, given by command of the fair young queen, Louisa, was held in
the Royal Palace at Berlin.
Of those who attended this fête, many, chiefly of the masculine sex,
were indifferent to polonaise or waltz, finding their entertainment in
the galleries where, somewhat after the fashion of a modern restaurant,
stood little tables, at which parties of two or more, while glancing
at the dancers, could at the same time regale themselves with a supper
and converse upon the topics of the day. This was a feature recently
introduced by the Russian Count Wengersky, and though Court fossils stood
aghast at the innovation, it had met with the approval of Queen Louisa
and had brought immense popularity to the Count.
In one of these balconies sat round a table some officers, who, though
of youthful aspect, were more interested in politics than in the charms
of the ladies. Their talk, which was extremely animated, turned chiefly
upon the question whether their sovereign lord, Frederick William III.,
would permit himself to be drawn into the confederacy formed by the
four Powers, France, Russia, Sweden, and Denmark—a confederacy whose
object was to resist by armed force the right claimed by Great Britain of
searching on the high seas all vessels suspected of carrying contraband
of war.
As these fire-eaters talked, they cast cautious glances in the direction
of Viscount Courtenay, an Englishman, who sat alone at a table sipping
his wine. A member of a famous historic house and patriotic to the
backbone, the quick-spirited viscount was not the man to allow any
disparagement of his country to pass unchallenged, and as his reputation
for swordsmanship was such as not to be disputed even by “Fighting
Fitzgerald,” then in the height of his glory, the Prussian officers took
good care that any remark uncomplimentary to his native land should be
spoken in a low tone.
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