Part 52 (1/2)

”Yes, it shall,” said Thugut, almost sternly.

”But this does not fulfil Victoria's prayer,” said the count, anxiously.

”I am able to attend to these matters, but Victoria also wants to give you a proof of her friends.h.i.+p.”

”Well, I ask her to prepare a little joke for me and you,” replied Thugut. ”Count Lehrbach will move early to-morrow morning with his whole furniture into the chancery of state. I beg Victoria to bring it about that he must move out to-morrow evening with his whole furniture, like a martin found in the dove-cote.” [Footnote: Thugut's wishes were fulfilled. Count Lehrbach lost on the very next day his scarcely-obtained portfolio, and he was compelled to remove the furniture which, in rude haste he had sent to the chancery of state in the morning, in the course of the same evening.--Vide Hormayer's ”Lebensbilder,” vol. i., p. 330.]

”Ah, that will be a splendid joke,” said Count Colloredo, laughing, ”and my dear Victoria will be happy to afford you this little satisfaction.

I am able to predict that Count Lehrbach will be compelled to move out to-morrow evening. But now, my dearest friend. I must hasten to Archduke Charles, who, as you are aware, is pouting on one of his estates. I shall at once repair thither, and be absent from Vienna for two days.

Meantime, you will take care of Victoria as a faithful friend.”

”I shall take care of her if the countess will permit me to do so,” said Thugut, smiling, and accompanying Count Colloredo to the door.

His eyes followed him for a long while with an expression of haughty disdain.

”The fools remain,” he said, ”and I must go. But no, I shall not go! Let the world believe me to be a dismissed minister, I remain minister after all. I shall rule through my creatures, Colloredo and Victoria. I remain minister until I shall be tired of all these miserable intrigues, and retire in order to live for myself.” [Footnote: Thugut really withdrew definitely from the political stage, but secretly he retained his full power and authority, and Victoria de Poutet-Colloredo, the influential friend of the Empress Theresia, constantly remained his faithful adherent and confidante. All Vienna, however, was highly elated by the dismissal of Thugut, who had so long ruled the empire in the most arbitrary manner. An instance of his system is the fact that; on his withdrawal from the cabinet, there were found one hundred and seventy unopened dispatches and more than two thousand unopened letters. Thugut only perused what he believed to be worth the trouble of being read, and to the remainder he paid no attention whatever.--”Lebensbilder,” vol.

i., p. 327.]

CHAPTER x.x.xVII.

f.a.n.n.y VON ARNSTEIN.

The young Baroness f.a.n.n.y von Arnstein had just finished her morning toilet and stepped from her dressing-room into her boudoir, in order to take her chocolate there, solitary and alone as ever. With a gentle sigh she glided into the arm-chair, and instead of drinking the chocolate placed before her in a silver breakfast set on the table, she leaned her head against the back of her chair and dreamily looked up to the ceiling. Her bosom heaved profound sighs from time to time, and the ideas which were moving her heart and her soul ever and anon caused a deeper blush to mantle her cheeks; but it quickly disappeared again, and was followed by an even more striking pallor.

She was suddenly startled from her musings by a soft, timid rap at the door leading to the reception-room.

”Good Heaven!” she whispered, ”I hope he will not dare to come to me so early, and without being announced.”

The rapping at the door was renewed. ”I cannot, will not receive him,”

she muttered; ”it will be better not to be alone with him any more. I will bolt the door and make no reply whatever.”

She glided with soft steps across the room to the door, and was just about to bolt it, when the rapping resounded for the third time, and a modest female voice asked:

”Are you there, baroness, and may I walk in?”

”Ah, it is only my maid,” whispered the baroness, drawing a deep breath, as though an oppressive burden were removed from her breast, and she opened the door herself.

”Well, Fanchon,” she asked, in her gentle, winning voice, ”what do you want?”

”Pardon me, baroness,” said the maid, casting an inquisitive look around the room, ”the baron sent for me just now; he asked me if you had risen already and entered your boudoir, and when I replied in the affirmative, the baron gave me a message for you, with the express order, however, not to deliver it until you had taken your chocolate and finished your breakfast. I see now that I must not yet deliver it; the breakfast is still on the table just as it was brought in.”

”Take it away; I do not want to eat any thing,” said the baroness, hastily. ”And now Fanchon, tell me your errand.”

Fanchon approached the table, and while she seized the silver salver, she cast a glance of tender anxiety on her pale, beautiful mistress.

”You are eating nothing at all, baroness,” she said, timidly; ”for a week already I have had to remove the breakfast every morning in the same manner; you never tasted a morsel of it, and the valet de chambre says that you hardly eat any thing at the dinner-table either; you will be taken ill, baroness, if you go on in this manner, and--”

”Never mind, dear Fanchon,” her mistress interrupted her with a gentle smile, ”I have hardly any appet.i.te, it is true, but I do not feel unwell, nor do I want to be taken ill. Let us say no more about it, and tell me the message the baron intrusted to you.”