Leading out of this apartment, to right and left, were still other elaborately furnished rooms, which a footman in gold-braided red livery obsequiously threw open.
"While the princess was out," explained the hotel keeper, with a bow and a smile, "I had this suite of rooms put in order for her reception, and hope they will give entire satisfaction." "No, no, my dear sir," protested Blanka, "they appear far too magnificent for my needs, and I prefer to remain where I was.

And how about this footman ?" "A servant of the house, but now dressed in the princess's livery," was the reply.

"Henceforth he is to be at your sole disposal, and a liveried coachman in a white wig, with a closed carriage, is also ordered to serve you.

All this is in compliance with directions from high quarters.
A gentleman was here in your absence and expressed great displeasure that Princess Cagliari and her party were lodged in a suite of only four rooms.

Where is his card, Beppo?
Go and fetch it." Blanka had no need to look at the card: she knew well enough whose name it bore.