CHAPTER LIX.

SOUVENIR D'EPERIES.

The emperor stood in the centre of the room in lively conversation with

the gentlemen of his suite. As Kaunitz entered, he stopped at once, and

coming forward, received the prince with a cordial welcome.

Kaunitz replied by a low bow, and nodded slightly to Prince de Ligne and

General Lacy.

"Your highness is just in time," said the emperor. "These gentlemen need

encouragement. They have been blushing and trembling like two young

debutantes."

"Before whom, your majesty?"

"Oh!--before the great Frederick, of course. And De Ligne, who is

considered the most elegant man in Vienna, actually trembled more than

anybody else."

"Actors trembling before their manager!" said Kaunitz, with a slight

shrug. "Compose yourselves, gentlemen; the King of Prussia is too much

absorbed in his own role to take any notice of you."

"That is right," cried the emperor. "Encourage the debutantes, prince!"

"I scarcely think that the prince will succeed where your majesty has

failed," said General von Lacy proudly.

"And his highness will hardly have any time to devote to us, for

doubtless he too is practising the role which he must play before the

King of Prussia," added De Ligne.

"I beg to impress upon the Prince de Ligne," interrupted Kaunitz, "that

the verb 'must' is one which I am well accustomed to conjugate for

others but never allow others to conjugate for me."

"I for one have had it conjugated for me by your highness," said the

emperor, laughing. "Nobody in Austria knows it in all its moods and

tenses better than I. But I have always recognized you as my teacher,

and hope always to remain your faithful pupil."

The clouds which were gathering on Kaunitz's brow now shifted to the

faces of Lacy and De Ligne.

"I have nothing to teach your majesty," replied Kaunitz, almost smiling;

"but allow me as a faithful servant to offer you a suggestion. Present

to the King of Prussia that beautiful wreath which you hold in your

hand, as an emblem of the friendship which to-day we pledge to Prussia."

"Not I," cried Joseph, while he held up his wreath and admired its white

and red roses. "I shall keep my bouquet, were it only for the sake of

the beautiful donor. You, prince, who penetrate all things, have pity on

me, and find out her name."

"Your majesty saw her, then?"

"Saw her? Yes, by Aphrodite, I did; and never in my life did I see a

lovelier woman. She stood there in her velvet dress and veil, looking

for all the world like the queen of night, of starry night. You see how

she has impressed me, since I, who am so prosaic, launch out into

extravagance of speech to describe her."

"She was in mourning?" asked Kaunitz thoughtfully.

"Clothed in black, except the diamonds that sparkled on her bodice, and

the bouquet (a match to mine) which she wore in her bosom. Ah, your

highness, how you look at my poor flowers, as if treason were lurking

among their leaves!"

"It is a beautiful bouquet," said Kaunitz, eying it critically, "and

very peculiar. Will your majesty allow me to examine it?"

The emperor handed over the wreath. "Take it," said he, "but be merciful

to my pretty delinquents."

Kaunitz took the flowers and looked at them as he would have done at any

other thing that might be the links in a chain of evidence, and passed

his slender, white fingers through the long ribbons that fastened them

together.

"The lady who threw these flowers is a Pole," said he, after a pause.

"How do you know that?" cried the emperor.

"It is certainly not accidental that the wreath should be composed of

white and red roses, and tied with a knot of white and red ribbons.

White and red, you remember, are the colors of the so-called Republic

of Poland."

"You are right!" exclaimed Joseph, "and she wears mourning because a

noble woman must necessarily grieve for the sufferings of her bleeding

country."

"Look," said Kaunitz, who, meanwhile, was opening the leaves and

searching among them, "here is a paper. Does your majesty permit me to

draw it out?"

"Certainly. I gave you the wreath to examine, and you shall have the

benefit of all that you discover."

Kaunitz bowed his thanks, and began to untwist the stems of the flowers.

The emperor and the two courtiers looked on with interest. The prince

drew forth a little folded paper, and reached it over to the emperor.

"Have the goodness, your majesty, to read it yourself. A declaration of

love from a lady is not intended for my profane eyes."

The emperor sighed. "No," said he, "it is no declaration for me. I am

not so happy. Read, your highness, read it aloud."

Kaunitz unfolded the paper, and read. "Souvenir d'Eperies"

"Nothing more?" asked Joseph.

Kaunitz replied by handing him the note.

"How strange! Only these words, and no explanation. I cannot understand

it."

"These words prove my supposition, your majesty. The donor is a Polish

lady and one of the Confederates."

"You think so?"

"I am convinced of it. When your majesty was travelling in Hungary, did

you not spend a day at Eperies, and honor the Confederates by receiving

them both publicly and privately?"

"I did," replied Joseph, warmly. "And it gladdened my heart to assure

these brave, struggling patriots of my sympathy."

"Did not your majesty go so far as to promise them mediation with

Prussia and Russia?" [Footnote: Ferrand. vol. i., p. 79.]

"I did," replied the emperor, with a faint blush.

"Well, then, this female confederate meant to remind you of your promise

on the day when you are to hold a conference with Frederick," said

Kaunitz, allowing the wreath to slip through his fingers to the floor.

"There, your majesty," continued he, "your beautiful Pole is at your

feet. Will you rescue her, or unite in crushing her to the earth?"

"Oh, I will rescue her," replied Joseph, "that she may not fall into the

hands of ambitious Catharine. It would give her great pleasure to deck

her Muscovite head with these sweet Polish roses; but she shall not have

them."

With these words, and before his courtiers could anticipate his action,

the emperor stooped and picked up the wreath.

"Have a care, your majesty," said the wary Kaunitz, "how you espouse

Polish quarrels. The Poles are unlucky. They can die like men, but they

do not live like men. Beware of Polish roses, for their perfume is not

wholesome."

Just then a shout was heard in the distance, and the emperor hastened to

the window.

"It is the King of Prussia!" cried he, joyfully, and he walked toward

the door.

Prince Kaunitz took the liberty of going immediately up and interposing

his tall person between Joseph and the doorway.

"Your majesty," said he, reproachfully, "what are you about to do?"

"I am about to go forward to meet the King of Prussia. He is just

descending from his carriage. Do not detain me," replied Joseph,

hastily.

"But has your majesty forgotten that at Neisse, when the King of Prussia

was the host, he came no farther than the stairway to meet you? It is

not seemly that Austria should condescend to Prussia."

"My dear prince," said the emperor, with a peculiar laugh, "it is your

business to respect these conventions. It is mine to regulate them. As

the LITTLE sovereign of Austria I hasten to do homage to the GREAT King

of Prussia."

And gently putting the minister aside: the emperor walked rapidly out,

followed by his suite.

Kaunitz looked after him with stormy brow.

"Incorrigible fanatic!" said he to himself. "Will you never cease to

butt your empty head against the wall? You will butt in vain as long as

_I_ have power and life. Go. It befits such a little emperor as you to

humble yourself before your great king; but Austria is represented in MY

person, and I remain here!"

He looked around the room, and his eyes fell upon the wreath, which the

emperor had laid by the side of his hat, on the table. A sneer

overspread his countenance as he went toward it, and shook off some of

the leaves which were already fading.

"How soon they fall!" said he. "I think that the glorious republic will

be quite as short-lived as they. Meanwhile I shall see that the

'Souvenir d'Eperies' lives no longer than roses have a right to live."

He left the room, resolved to find out who it was that had bestowed the

wreath. "For," thought he, "she may prove a useful instrument with which

to operate on either side."

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