[Jennie Baxter, Journalist by Robert Barr (writer)]@TWC D-Link bookJennie Baxter, Journalist CHAPTER VIII 14/24
I have never ceased to long for a repetition of the charming visit I paid to your delightful home." "If your Excellency but knew how welcome you are, your visits would not have such long intervals between." "It is most kind of you, Princess, to cheer an old man's heart by such gracious words.
It is our misfortune that affairs of State chain us to our pillar, and, indeed, diplomacy seems to become more difficult as the years go on, because we have to contend with the genius of rising young men like Lord Donal Stirling here, who are more than a match for old dogs that find it impossible to learn new tricks." "Indeed, your Excellency," said his lordship, speaking for the first time since the Ambassador began, "the very reverse of that is the case. We sit humbly at your feet, ambitious to emulate, but without hope of excelling." The old man chuckled again, and, turning to the girl, began to make his adieux. "Then my former rooms are waiting for me at the Castle ?" he concluded. "Yes, your Excellency, with the addition of two red rocking-chairs imported from America, which you will find most comfortable resting-places when you are free from the cares of State." "Ah! The rocking-chairs! I remember now that you were expecting them when I was there.
So they have arrived, safely, I hope; but I think you had ordered an incredible number, to be certain of having at least one or two serviceable." "No; only a dozen, and they all came through without damage." "You young people, you young people!" murmured the Ambassador, bending again over the hand presented to him, "what unheard-of things you do." And so the old man shuffled away, leaving many compliments behind him, evidently not having the slightest suspicion that he had met anyone but the person he supposed himself addressing, for his eyesight was not of the best, and an Ambassador meets many fair and distinguished women. The girl sat down with calm dignity, while Lord Donal dropped into his chair, an expression of complete mystification on his clear-cut, honest face.
Jennie slowly fanned herself, for the heat made itself felt at that elevated situation, and for a few moments nothing was said by either.
The young man was the first to break silence. "Should I be so fortunate as to get an invitation to the Schloss Steinheimer, may I hope that a red rocking-chair will be allotted to me? I have not sat in one since I was in the States." "Yes, one for you; two for the Ambassador," said Jennie, with a laugh. "I should like further to flatter myself that your double generosity to the Ambassador arises solely from the dignity of his office, and is not in any way personal." "I am very fond of ambassadors; they are courteous gentlemen who seem to have less distrust than is exhibited by some not so exalted." "Distrust! You surely cannot mean that I have distrusted you, Princess ?" "Oh, I was speaking generally," replied Jennie airily.
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