England -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction
"I am going to surprise you," he said; "and there is no time to prepare
you for it. Our chief, the Minister, has seen the Prince this morning,
and has been officially informed of an event of importance in the life
of the Princess. She is engaged to be married to the Grand Duke."
Engaged to the Duke--and not a word from her to warn me of it!
Engaged--after what she had said to me no longer ago than the past
night! Had I been made a plaything to amuse a great lady? Oh, what
degradation! I was furious; I snatched up my hat to go to the palace--to
force my way to her--to overwhelm her with reproaches. My friend stopped
me. He put an official document into my hand.
"There is your leave of absence from the legation," he said; "beginning
from to-day. I have informed the Minister, in strict confidence, of the
critical position in which you are placed. He agrees with me that the
Princess's inexcusable folly is alone to blame. Leave us, Ernest, by
the next train. There is some intrigue going on, and I fear you may be
involved in it. You know that the rulers of these little German States
can exercise despotic authority when they choose?"
"Yes! yes!"
"Whether the Prince has acted of his own free will--or whether he has
been influenced by some person about him--I am not able to tell you.
He has issued an order to arrest an old Frenchman, known to be a
republican, and suspected of associating with one of the secret
societies in this part of Germany. The conspirator has taken to flight;
having friends, as we suppose, who warned him in time. But this, Ernest,
is not the worst of it. That charming singer, that modest, pretty
girl--"
"You don't mean Jeanne?"
"I am sorry to say I do. Advantage has been taken of her relationship to
the old man, to include that innocent creature in political suspicions
which it is simply absurd to suppose that she has deserved. She is
ordered to leave the Prince's domains immediately.--Are you going to
her?"
"Instantly!" I replied.
Could I feel a moment's hesitation, after the infamous manner in which
the Princess had sacrificed me to the Grand Duke? Could I think of
the poor girl, friendless, helpless--with nobody near her but a stupid
woman-servant, unable to speak the language of the country--and fail
to devote myself to the protection of Jeanne? Thank God, I reached her
lodgings in time to tell her what had happened, and to take it on myself
to receive the police.
XI.
IN three days more, Jeanne was safe in London; having traveled under my
escort. I was fortunate enough to find a home for her, in the house of a
lady who had been my mother's oldest and dearest friend.
We were separated, a few days afterward, by the distressing news which
reached me of the state of my brother's health. I went at once to his
house in the country. His medical attendants had lost all hope of saving
him: they told me plainly that his release from a life of suffering was
near at hand.
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