But she never tired of devising new ways and means, and when these
proved useless, she set herself to work to gain the aid of the church
itself. A young prelate of an impoverished noble family was the first
won over.
Soon her apartments in the "Wilder Mann" swarmed with soutanes and
hoods, and one morning she exclaimed: "Congratulate me, Agenor; I am
going to Metternich." They had been in Vienna six weeks, and only the
banker who had charge of her funds knew how costly all this had been.
Agenor looked at her in astonishment. As she stood before him in her
dark, flowing robe, her grayish hair wrapped in a black mantilla, her
clearly cut features pale and fixed, only her lips showing her
excitement, she inspired him with an emotion curiously compounded of
respect and fear. The love he had now and then faintly felt of late was
wanting. Never had he realized it as now.
"Are you certain he will receive you?" he asked, hesitatingly. She
showed him a card admitting to an audience.
"Have you considered it well?" he continued, dubiously. She gave him no
answer, but shook his hand by way of farewell. When she returned two
hours later, he saw by her face she had gained her point. He sprang
from his seat and gazed at her; but no word of triumph issued from her
lips.
"We shall receive the papers this week," she said, abruptly; and when
he besieged her with questions as to the methods by which she had
accomplished her purpose, she said: "By telling the truth! One succeeds
better that way with clever people, and he is clever. He saw at once I
had no wish to overthrow either Austria or the church, or even the
walls of the Ghetto. He did not make the concession to the Jews, but to
the woman. I have concealed but one thing from him."
"What is that?"
She shook her head. "You shall know, and soon, but not to-day. I would
have told him that, too, had it been necessary, but it was not," she
continued, as if soliloquizing. "He is better than they allow; he is
too clever to be entirely base."
He listened without thinking much of what she was saying, until she
said: "As soon as we have the papers we will go home, of course."
To that he gave a vehement negative; and when she promised to reward
him well, he asked her, indignantly, what she thought of him.
"You do not know what I mean," she said, quietly, with a peculiar
smile; "but I do--I will do it in the best way possible." However, that
had not so much effect as her promise to remain in town but one week.
"After that, you shall decide as to the future."
But it was the word of a high official, a confidant of the premier,
which made him quite subservient to her will. "The prince is greatly
impressed by your wife, and thinks it a thousand pities such a splendid
creature should have been rendered such a miserable woman. If he were
the count, he would never forget who it was had done this."
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