Secret memoirs; the court of royal Saxony, 1891-1902The story of Louise, crown princess, from the pages of her diary, lost at the time of her elopement from Dresden with MAndré ("Richard") Giron . e a beast of yourself? I asked. To force the King to transfer me to another gar-rison, of course. I cant remain where I am, for the peo-ple are terribly incensed against me. Did you tell His Majesty? Not on your life, answered Bernhardt. If I did,I would have to stay there until my last tooth falls out. Asthings are, the Colonel will insist upon my speedy trans-ference, and thats v/orth the three sla
Secret memoirs; the court of royal Saxony, 1891-1902The story of Louise, crown princess, from the pages of her diary, lost at the time of her elopement from Dresden with MAndré ("Richard") Giron . e a beast of yourself? I asked. To force the King to transfer me to another gar-rison, of course. I cant remain where I am, for the peo-ple are terribly incensed against me. Did you tell His Majesty? Not on your life, answered Bernhardt. If I did,I would have to stay there until my last tooth falls out. Asthings are, the Colonel will insist upon my speedy trans-ference, and thats v/orth the three slams on the face I gotin addition to the various Lausbubs He called you, an army officer, a Lausbubf Where ishis vaunted respect for the uniform? Didnt he hit me in the eats? lamented Bernhardttragically in his terrible lingo. I responded both to insultand injury by knocking my heels together and saying:*At Your Majestys commands. Of course, I told Romano. Royalty, he said, hasonly, on the face of it, advanced beyond the pirate androbber-baron period. Au fond all princes and kings wouldbe criminals if they happened not to be crowned heads. He told me of a Balkan prince—young Alexander of /. \\ CROWN PRINCESS OF SAXONY 189 Servia, the same mamma Natalie intended for my consort—whose chief amusement consists in having mice andrats chased by ferocious tom-cats in a big cage made forthat purpose. Once, growing tired of that sport, he incar-cerated ten tom-cats in the same cage without food manydays in succession, visiting the prison hourly to see whetherthey wouldnt take to devouring each other. When, in the end, they did, tearing one another topieces, His Majesty danced around the cage in high glee,pronouncing the battle of the poor beasts a bully spectacle. You visited Castle Sibyllenort a week ago, continuedRomano—a most proper place, this royal residence, is itnot? You ought to have seen it before your puritan Kinginherited it, ten years ago, upon the death of the last Duk
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