He has some project; apparently he gives his whole time to the
king. He loves this weak man Leopold; he has sacrificed the red
hat for him, for the hat would have taken him to Italy, as we
who procured it intended it should."
"The archbishop? Trust me; one month from now he will be
recalled. That is the news I have for you."
"You have taken a weight from my mind. What do you think in
regard to the rumor of the prince and the peasant girl?"
"It afforded me much amusement. You are a man of fine inventions."
"Gaze toward the upper end of the pavilion, the end which we
have just left. Yes--there. I am having the owner of those broad
shoulders watched. That gendarme leaning against the pillar
follows him wherever he goes."
"Who is he?"
"That I am trying to ascertain. This much-- he is an Englishman."
Mademoiselle of the Veil laughed. "Pardon my irrelevancy, but
the remembrance of a recent adventure of mine was too strong."
Maurice could not regain his interest in the scene. He strolled
in and out of the moving groups, but no bright eyes or winning
smiles allured him. Impelled by curiosity, he began to draw near
the shadowed nook.
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