Prince Zilah -- Volume 2

ssohn's music still thundered its triumphal ac

s, the good peasants and the pretty girls-everything is simply perfect. If I

Baroness," said old Vogotzine,

th a smile, excla

General, and so original!

ren disputed for the money and bonbons Prince Andras had ordered to be distributed. In Marsa's large drawing-rooms, where glass and silver sparkled upon the snowy cloth, servants in livery awaited the return of the wedding-party. In a moment there

s content, and telling every one that she was to leave that very evening for Trouviile,

nose, she stopped before a statuette, a pi

ueer those Tanagras are. They prove that love existed in antiquit

efore a portrait of Marsa, a strange, powerful picture, the

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no longer astonished

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n't exactly remember h

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Baratras," s

as caught your eyes and expression wonderfully; it is exactly like you, Princess. I

, peering through her eyeg

w it was. M

ateful vision, and abruptly quitted the Baroness, who proceeded to analyze Zichy's portrait as she did the pictures in the salon o

is friends to enjoy themselves and yet he longed to be alone with Marsa, and to take her away. They were to go first to his hotel in Paris; and then t

, to those of little Yamada, the Parisianized Japanese. Andras now longed for the solitude of the preceding days; and Baroness Dinati, shaking her finger at him, said: "My dear Prince, you are longing to see us go, I know you are. Oh! don't say you are not! I am sure of it,

apping with her little hand upon the shoulders of the obstinate, she gradually cleared the r

ing, and the little Baroness, who ran up, all rosy and out of

back by train. The game of descampativos, which Marie Antoinette loved to play at Tria

gana's pale face, and then rapidly disappeared in a mock flight

a single word since the morning. Yanski had been right to remain till the last: it was his hand which the P

ther, my dear Varhely; you have also a sister who lov

vely with an emotion he tried to co

use I am very fond of you-of both of you," nodding his head to

d at the purple hue of the General's cheeks and forehead. "Come, take a little fresh

rhely drew from his pocket the little

er friend! It was brought to

atulation," said Andras, after he had read upon the envelo

attend you, Andras! I hope that y

arhely extended, and claspe

found Marsa, who, in he

voir,

oir, Pr

d Varhely, and who held in his hand

s me the greatest pleasure to hear it spoken by you, my dear Varhely. But, Princess or not, I shall always b

le words, a gentle grace which evoked in the mind of t

zigana is the most loved of all!" he said, in H

Marsa as they stood at the top of the steps, the sun casting

was seated under the shade of a chestnut-tree, with his coat unbuttoned and his coll