Varhely for a long time. He only

e said that he had been summoned

and '49. So, the famous fusion of parties proclaimed in 1875 continued! Every day some sulker of former times rallied to the standard. Here was this Varhely, who, at one time, if he had set foot in Austria-Hungary, would have been speedily cast into the

we live in!" thought t

h upon Vienna, had many times held in check the grenadiers and Cossacks of the field- marshal. Spirited and enthusiastic, his fair hair floating above his youthful forehead like an aureole, Ladany made war like a patriot and a poet, reciting the verses of Petoef

d the irregular ground, had extricated Ladany's legion from the attack of two regiments of Russian infantry. Joseph Ladany was standing erect upon one of his cannon for which the gunners h

five or fifty-six, to-day; but Varhely was sure that Joseph Ladany, now

o the minister's office, Varhely still saw, in his mind's

ceived only some large armchairs, and an enormous desk covered with books; but, in a moment, from behind the mass of volumes, a man emerged, smiling, and with outstretched hand: th

so evident that Josef La

olitic in his whole appearance which absolutely stupefied Varhely. If he had seen him pass in the street, he would never have reco

le look; but the eye was often veiled now beneath a lowered eyelid, and only now and then did a glance

years have passed!" thought

ingly as to his life, his friendships, Paris, Prince Zilah, and led him gradually and grace

ned morally the same. The moustache had been cut off, the yellow hair

I have never before asked anything of anybody; but I have taken this

. What you desire wil

become colder, or perha

e when we were brothers in arms" (the minister started slightly, and stroked his wh

d!" said C

the other, and, through his half-opened eyelids, e

stache whitened in the harness, and the elegant government official with his polis

isoner in Warsaw, I think-at all events, arrested at Warsaw a short time ago-should be set at libert

ister. "I fancy I

nt M

om Paris, is suspected of a plot against the Czar. He is not a nihilist, but simply a malcontent; and, besides that, his brain is not altogether right. In short, Count Menko is conn

; "but I do not care to

themselves or the Czar.

influence with the Russ

's re

much interes

in a tone which struck the

dany with studied slow

Russian ambassador, de

know him-Manin's

Count Josef, with hi

Labanoff and of the real or apparent complicity of Michel Menko; and he told me about it. When we were talking over the means of obtaining the release of a man held by Muscovite authority,

he memories of the past was excessively disagreeable to the mini

the whole proceeding. There were probably no proofs of actual complicity against Menko; but, as Josef Ladany had said, it seemed evident that he had come to Poland to join Labanoff. An address given to Menko by Labanoff had

ons more strained with a-a friendly nation, relations which so many others-I leave you to divine who, m

set at liberty, what wi

ns

h a foreigner, be forc

eri

that journey," said Varhely, his voice becoming almost hoar

easy for him not to h

an po

o you to demand his release. Damn it! Such a

med the old huss

ving diplomacy to seek adventures! He must know, however, that his case is-what shall I say?-embarrassing, very embarrassing. I don't suppose he had any idea of conspiring. H

at he could not make Varhely an absolute promise; he would look over the papers in the affair, telegraph to Warsaw and St. Petersburg, mak

a-house? It is superb. Hans Makart is just exhibiting a new picture. Be sure to see it, and visit his studio, too; it is wel

friends settled he

re deputies, university professors, or councillors

n among them whom he had not forgotte

s Armand

e died v

so brave at the assault of Buda? I thought that

nt. Hungarian loan. He is intimately connected with the Rothschild group. He has I don't know how many thousand fl

h eloquent proclamations and calls t

o- Hungarian monarchy, a book patronized by the Archduke Rudolph. He w

recital of the battle at Raab against Francis Joseph in pers

h a smile, he added: "Bah! History is written, not made

zilogyi? Is he also writing books under

sident of the court of assizes,

an hu

ome chest, preserved in camphor. Szilogyi has o

a Lib

little too much. He embarrasses us sometimes. But there

ight, careless, humo

Armand Bitto, who is no longer in this wo

e, and holding out his delicate, well-kept han

, very happy, to take into consideration. I wish also to present you to the Countess. But no allusions to the past before her! She is a Spaniard, and she would not understand the old ideas very well

and he now seemed to him like two ancestors of the present generation-Don Quixotes, romanticists, imbeciles. The minister was, as

he age of moustaches and the age of whiskers, that is all. Ladany

t Josef Ladany rescued Menko from the police of the Czar, and, by setting him free, delivered him to h