English fiction -- 19th century; Short stories, English
"We do try at court," she ended by saying, "to set an example to
society; and, as the king is unmarried, of course I have to do a great
deal."
At this moment, a servant entered, bearing a card on a salver. He
approached the princess.
"A gentleman desires the honor of an audience with Her Royal Highness,"
he announced.
"At this time of night!" exclaimed the princess.
"He says his business will not bear delay, and prays for a interview."
"All business will bear delay," said the prince, "and generally be the
better for it. Who is he?"
"The Baron de Barbot."
"Oh, I must see him," cried the princess. "Why, he is a dear friend of
ours."
I had detected a rapid glance pass between Dumergue and the prince. The
latter then answered:
"Yes, we must see Barbot. If you will go to the drawing room, I'll take
your message myself."
"That is kind of you," said the princess, retiring.
"Give me the card," said the prince, "and ask the baron to be kind
enough to wait a few minutes."
The servant went out, and the prince turned to me.
"Why didn't you kill him, Mr. Jason?" he asked.
"Is it----" I began.
"Yes, it's your baron," said Dumergue.
"It's really a little awkward," said the prince, as though gently
remonstrating with fate. "We had arranged it all so pleasantly."
"It would upset the princess," said Dumergue.
"What upsets the princess upsets me," said the prince. "I am a devoted
husband, Mr. Jason."
"If there is anything I can do, sir," said I, "rely on me."
"You overwhelm me," said the prince. "Is there anything, Dumergue?"
"Why, yes, sir. Mr. Jason was at the ball. Why should he have fought, if
he wasn't?"
"You are right, Dumergue. Mr. Jason, you were at the ball."
"But, sir, I--I don't know anything about the ball."
"It was just like other balls--other _masked_ balls," said Dumergue.
"Perhaps a little more so," added the prince, lighting a cigarette.
"There was a scandal at the last one," Dumergue continued, "and the king
strictly forbade anyone connected with the court to go, under pain of
his severe displeasure. There had been a rumor that a royal prince was
at the one before, and consequently----"
"That royal prince was specially commanded not to go to this one," said
the prince.
"It was bad enough," resumed Dumergue, "that it should be discovered
that the princess' favorite lady-in-waiting, the Countess von
Hohstein----"
"Who bore such a high character," interjected the prince.
"Did go, and, moreover, went under the escort of an unknown gentleman--a
gentleman whose name she refused to give."
"Was that discovered?" said I.
"It was. This baron detected her, and, with a view, as we have reason
to believe, to compelling her companion to declare himself, publicly
insulted her."
"Whereupon," said the prince, "you very properly knocked him down, Mr.
Jason."
"I beg your pardon, sir?"
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