alled for a sword.
The lady affected to search for one while he stalked up and down in
the jaunty fashion of a Magyar horseman; but the sword was not to be
discovered without his assistance, and he was led away in search of it.
The moment he was alone Wilfrid burst into tears. He could bear anything
better than the sight of fondling lovers. When they rejoined him,
Radocky had evidently yielded some point; he stammered and worked his
underlip on his moustache. The lady undertook to speak for him. Happily
for her, she said, Wilfrid would not compromise her; and taking her
lover's hand, she added with Italian mixture of wit and grace: "Happily
for me, too, he does. The house is surrounded by enemies; it is a reign
of terror for women. I am dead, if they slay him; but if they recognize
him, I am lost."
Wilfrid readily leaped to her conclusion. He offered his opera-hat and
civil mantle to Radocky, who departed in them, leaving his military
cloak in exchange. During breathless seconds the lady hung kneeling at
the window. When the gate opened there was a noise as of feet preparing
to rush; Weisspriess uttered an astonished cry, but addressed Radocky as
"my Pierson!" lustily and frequently; and was heard putting a number of
meaningless questions, laughing and rallying Pierson till the two passed
out of hearing unmolested. The lady then kissed a Cross passionately,
and shivered Wilfrid's manhood by asking him whether he knew what love
was. She went on:
"Never, never love a married woman! It's a past practice. Never! Thrust
a spike in the palm of your hands drink scalding oil, rather than do
that."
"The Prince Radocky is now safe," Wilfrid said.
"Yes, he is safe; and he is there, and I am here: and I cannot follow
him; and when will he come to me?"
The tones were lamentable. She struck her forehead, after she had mutely
thrust her hand to right and left to show the space separating her from
her lover.
Her voice changed when she accepted Wilfrid's adieux, to whose fate in
the deadly street she appeared quite indifferent, though she gave him
one or two prudent directions, and expressed a hope that she might be of
service to him.
He was set upon as soon as he emerged from the gateway; the cavalry
cloak was torn from his back, and but for the chance circumstance of his
swearing in English, he would have come to harm. A chill went through
his blood on hearing one of his assailants speak the name of Barto
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