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“In ten minutes, admit him here.”
CHAPTER Cx.x.xV.
THE AUSTRIAN AMBa.s.sADOR.
Ten minutes later the door was opened, and Count Cobenzl, on the point of his toes, tipped into the room. Potemkin, on the sofa, was looking the picture of indifference; his eyes half-shut and his tall form stretched out at full length, he seemed just to have awakened from sleep. But during those ten minutes he had been doing any thing but sleeping. He had been decorating himself with the cross of the Black Eagle, and had allowed the broad ribbon to which it was attached to trail upon the carpet.
“It is well, Count Cobenzl,” said Potemkin, greeting the minister, “that you did not come five minutes later, for you would not have met me at all.”
“Pardon me, I should then have had but five minutes to wait in your anteroom,” replied Cobenzl. “I detest anterooms, and wish that I had come ten minutes later, that I might have been introduced to your presence at once.”
“You would not have seen me at all, I tell you; for I am about to have an audience of the empress.”
“Ah, indeed!” cried Cobenzl. “That accounts for all these brilliant decorations, then.”
“You certainly did not suppose that I was wearing them in Honor of YOUR visit, did you?” asked Potemkin, with quiet insolence.
“Oh, no, I thought it a mere mise en scene.”
“Ah, Count Cobenzl is still mad on the subject of the drama,” replied Potemkin, laughing. “What new comedy are you about to get up at the Austrian emba.s.sy, eh?”
“A very pretty thing, just from Paris, your highness. It is called, ‘The Disgraced Favorite, or the Whims of Fortune.'”
Potemkin’s eyes flashed fire, but he controlled himself, and said, “Where is the scene of the drama laid?”
“I do not precisely remember. In Tartary, or Mongolia, or–“
“Or in the moon,” interrupted Potemkin, laughing. “But come be seated, and let us be serious.” So saying, Potemkin threw himself back again upon the divan, and pointed to an arm-chair, which Cobenzl quietly accepted. The chair happened to be close to the spot where the ribbon of the Black Eagle was lying. Cobenzl seeing that it was under his feet, picked it up, and presented it to the prince.
“You know not what you do, count. You raise your enemy when you raise that ribbon. It has just been sent to me by the King of Prussia. I am quite in despair at being obliged to wear it, for it takes up so much room. The star of the Black Eagle is very large. Do you not think so?”
“Yes, your highness, and I congratulate you upon its possession, for the close King of Prussia does not often give away his diamonds.”
“It would appear that diamonds do not abound in Prussia,” replied Potemkin, with a gesture of slight toward the cross on his breast.
“These brilliants are rather yellow.”
“Do you prefer Austrian diamonds?” asked Cobenzl, significantly.
“I have never seen any,” answered Potemkin, with a yawn.
“Then I am happy to be the first to introduce them to your notice,” said Cobenzl rising, and taking from his pocket a turkey-morocco case. “My august emperor has commissioned me to present to you this little casket.”
“Another order!” said Potemkin, with affected horror.
“No, your highness. Orders are toys for grown-up children. But you are a great man, and a toy for you must have some scientific significance. My emperor has heard that your highness has a costly collection of minerals and precious stones. His majesty, therefore, with his own hand has selected the specimens which I have the honor to present in his name.”
Potemkin, whose indifference had all vanished as he listened, opened the casket with some eagerness; and an exclamation of rapture fell from his lips, as he surveyed its costly contents. There were Indian diamonds of unusual size and brilliancy; Turkish rubies of fiery crimson; magnificent sapphires; turquoises of purest tint; large specimens of lapis-lazuli, all veined with gold; and translucent chrysoprase of bright metallic green.
“This is indeed a princely gift,” cried the covetous Potemkin, perfectly dazzled by the magnificence, and intoxicated by the possession of all these riches. “Never have I seen such jewels. They blaze like the stars of heaven!”
Cobenzl bowed. “And this sapphire!” continued the prince, “the empress herself has nothing to compare to it!”
“The czarina looks upon your highness as the brightest jewel in her crown–as her incomparable sapphire. But observe this turquoise; it is one of the greenish hue so prized by connoisseurs, and its like is not to be purchased with money.”
Suddenly Potemkin, ashamed of his raptures, closed the casket with a click and pushed it aside.
“You can tell your emperor,” said he, “that you were an eyewitness of the gratification I have received from this superb addition to my scientific collections. And now, count, without circ.u.mlocution, how can I serve you, and what does the emperor desire of me? Such gifts as these indicate a request.”
“Frankly, then, the emperor seeks your highness’s friendship, and wishes you to further his majesty’s plans.”
“What are these plans?”
“Oh, your highness is too shrewd a statesman not to have guessed them, and not to understand that we merely shift the scene of the war. We pitch our tents at St. Petersburg with the object of winning Russia to our side.”
“But here Prussia holds the battle-field; you will have to fight against superior numbers.”
“Not if Prince Potemkin be our ally,” replied Dobenzl, courteously.
“True, Prussia has Orloff, Panin, and the grand duke–“
“And who tells you that Prussia has not Potemkin also?” cried the prince, laughing. “Do you not see that I wear the Black Eagle?”
“Yes; but your highness is too wise to be the ally of Prussia. You are too great a statesman to commit such a bevue. Orloff, who has never forgiven you for succeeding him in Catharine’s favor, Orloff asks no greater triumph than that of harnessing your highness to the ear of HIS political proclivities.”
“He shall never enjoy that triumph,” muttered Potemkin.
“Not if the emperor can prevent it; and, therefore, his majesty hopes that your highness will sustain Austria.”
“But what are Austria’s plans?”
“Austria wishes to occupy the place which Prussia now enjoys as the ally of Russia. Prussia, while wooing the czarina, ogles the grand duke, and it is her interest to bring them together. I know that the matter was thoroughly discussed yesterday between Count Panin and the Prussian amba.s.sador.”
“The Prussian amba.s.sador was yesterday in conference with Panin?”
“Not only yesterday, but to-day, I met him coming from Panin’s with his order of the Black Eagle, and a letter for your highness from the king.”
“Truly your spies are great detectives,” cried Potemkin.
“They are well paid,” was the significant reply.
“And what, for example, were the proposals of Von Gortz?”
“Von Gortz stated that as Panin, the grand duke; and himself were not a match for the emperor and your highness, you were to be won over by flattery, orders, and promises.”
“True!” cried Potemkin. “Your spies are right. What else?”
“Another powerful friend of Prussia has been recalled from his estates, and summoned to Petersburg.”