Her Royal Lover: A Novel — page 38: what you’re looking at

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30 HER ROYAL LOVER, laden with clouds that the prolonged absence of the princess had amassed there. “Thanks, monsieur,” said she aloud to Heiligen- thal; “you may dispense with the drudgery that I have inflicted upon you; here is my husband, my lord and master; it is upon him devolves the duty of conducting me to the dressing-room, for I wish to retire.” The Prince of Mineleko had that thoughtful ex- pression that Najeska knew to be the certain indi- cation of an approaching tempest. He coldly offered his arm to his charming companion. Heiligenthal, with swelling heart at being thus dismissed, remained riveted to the same place, fol- lowing with his eyes the young princess whose lithe and slender form was at present entirely enveloped in the crimson satin mantel embroidered with gold, which her husband had just thrown over her shoul- ders. On seeing this vaporous creature disappear with this man so little calculated to inspire love, the unhappy Waldemar was invaded by an immense despair. “Who do you follow thus with your eyes? The Princess of Mineleko, without doubt?” suddenly said a young and cheerful voice, while a hand fell familiarly on the shoulder of Heiligenthal. It was a young secretary of the Armenian Embassy, very intimate with Waldemar’s family. This apparition, which drew him from the allure- ment of his thoughts, permitted no denial on the part of the count, whose ill-humor betrayed itself. “Ah! so, my dear, was not the flirtation success- ful? do not blame thy person for it, it is exceedingly good, moreover, even all that there is of the best; cGomicbooks:¢o