“Hail to my adored empress!” he exclaimed, with enthusiasm. “Hail Elizabeth, the fairest of all women!”
“With the exception of the beautiful Countess Lapuschkin!” said Elizabeth, with a bitter smile—“ah, when I am empress, I shall at least have the power to render that woman harmless, and to annihilate her!—You turn pale, Alexis,” she continued with more vehemence—“your hand trembles in mine! You must therefore love her very much, this exalted queen of godlike beauty? Ah, I shall know how to punish her for it!”
“Princess!” reproachfully exclaimed Alexis—“Elizabeth, you, my august and gentle empress, you will not sacrifice an innocent woman to a momentary jealous vagary!”
“Ah, he ventures to intercede for her!” cried Elizabeth, with a hoarse laugh, and, turning to Lestocq, she continued, with anger-flashing eyes: “Lestocq, I have yet a condition to make before consenting to become an empress.”
“Name your condition, princess, and if it be within the compass of human power it shall be fulfilled.”
Casting an angry glance at Razumovsky, Elizabeth said, with a sinister smile:
“Swear to me, by all you hold most sacred, to find some fault in this Countess Lapuschkin which shall give me the right to condemn her to death!”
“I swear it by all I hold most sacred,” solemnly responded Lestocq.
“And you will do well in that!” exclaimed Alexis. “For when a crime rests upon her, and she, only with a word or look, offends against my fair and noble empress, she will deserve such condemnation.”
“You will, then, defend her no longer?” asked the somewhat appeased princess, bending down to her kneeling lover.