“I do not believe in kings,” he said sullenly.
CHAPTER VI. THE CHANCELLOR PAYS A VISIT
The Archduchess was having tea. Her boudoir was a crowded little room. Nikky had once observed confidentially to Miss Braithwaite that it was exactly like her, all hung and furnished with things that were not needed. The Archduchess liked it because it was warm. The palace rooms were mostly large and chilly. She lad a fire there on the warmest days in spring, and liked to put the coals on, herself. She wrapped them in pieces of paper so she would not soil her hands.
This afternoon she was not alone. Lounging at a window was the lady who was in waiting at the time, the Countess Loschek. Just now she was getting rather a wigging, but she was remarkably calm.
“The last three times,” the Archduchess said, stirring her tea, “you have had a sore throat.”
“It is such a dull book,” explained the Countess.
“Not at all. It is an improving book. If you would put your mind on it when you are reading, Olga, you would enjoy it. And you would learn something, besides. In my opinion,” went on the Archduchess, tasting her tea, “you smoke too many cigarettes.”
The Countess yawned, but silently, at her window.
Then she consulted a thermometer. “Eighty!” she said briefly, and, coming over, sat down by the tea-table.