Rulers of kings: A novelAtherton, Gertrude Franklin Horn
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Rulers of kings: A novel
Atherton, Gertrude Franklin Horn
Statesmen -- Fiction
“Only this morning in the park, where I happened to be rather early.
Perhaps he went off for a day in the country; I fancy he is tired of
being stared at. He excites as much attention as the Princess, and
he told me last night that he is persecuted by all sorts of men with
business schemes, to say nothing of those who expect him to instruct
them in the art of getting rich. I find something picturesque myself
about his unimaginable wealth, combined with the fact that he is a
gentleman and young; but I admire more his achievements, and I am very
proud to be one of the many to do him honor in Hungary.”
Then Alexandra gave him a dazzling smile, and moved a step closer. “You
are so much more sensible than you were!” she whispered. “I feel as if
you owed as much to me as to your mother. Who knows what may happen if
you continue to improve?”
“I know that American girls say things that in any other women would
indicate a small amount of heart and soul. It is safe to assume that
you mean nothing you say.”
“Think of the reserve force, lacking in your emotional woman! I may
not give much at a time when I marry, but I shall have enough left to
spread over a lifetime.”
He laughed. “At least I don’t delude myself that you are a poet in
disguise. Well, I only ask that you marry me and let me begin your
education. You may also continue mine.”
“You really are improving--” began Alexandra, when with the rest of the
company she fell silent. The staff of the Grand Chamberlain smote the
floor three times.
The doors of the private apartments opened, and the officers of the
court appeared, walking backward. As there was no throne, they took
up their position on either side of the entrance to the Hall of
Ceremonies. And then Ranata entered.
She entered alone, although her ladies followed a moment later. As she
walked slowly down the two circle rooms, empty but for the pages, the
great company, in curious excitement, which they attributed afterwards
to the complete illusion she produced, thronged towards the entrance of
the hall, breathing shortly and crowding each other without ceremony.
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