The King immediately rose from table and the state dinner came to an abrupt end.
An hour later, while I was dressing for the theatre, a big jewel box was handed in. "From the Shah."
Despite my disgust with the fellow, I opened it in feverish haste. There was a bracelet set with rubies, sapphires and emeralds of fabulous size.
CHAPTER XXIX
THE SHAH COMPROMISES ME IN PUBLIC
Has only eyes for me at the grand manœuvres, and I can't drive him from my carriage—Ignores the King and the military spectacle—Calls me his adored one—Court in despair—Shah ruins priceless carpets to make himself a lamb stew.
Dresden, December 1, 1894.
I am in disgrace again and that uncouth animal, the Shah, is responsible.
The dinner episode was bad enough, but he carried on worse at the grand parade next day.