It is nevertheless true.
Chapter Fifty Three.
A Kingly Scheme of Revolution.
Once more met the conclave of crowned heads, by their representatives; no longer in the palace of the Tuileries, but in the mansion of an English nobleman.
This time the ex-dictator of Hungary was the subject of their deliberations.
“So long as he lives,” said the commissioner of that crown most nearly concerned, “so long will there be danger to our empire. A week, a day, a single hour, may witness its dissolution; and you know, gentlemen, what must follow from that?”
It was an Austrian field-marshal who thus spoke.
“From that would follow an emperor without a crown—perhaps without a head!”