The Great Court Scandal
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Le Queux William. The Great Court Scandal
Chapter One. Concerns a Court Intrigue
Chapter Two. Her Imperial Highness
Chapter Three. The Revelations of a Commoner
Chapter Four. His Majesty Cupid
Chapter Five. Some Suspicions
Chapter Six. The House of her Enemies
Chapter Seven. A Shameful Truth
Chapter Eight. Is Mainly about the Count
Chapter Nine. The Three Strangers
Chapter Ten. The Peril of the Princess
Chapter Eleven. Doom or Destiny
Chapter Twelve “An Open Scandal!”
Chapter Thirteen. The Man with the Red Cravat
Chapter Fourteen. In Secret
Chapter Fifteen. The Shy Englishman
Chapter Sixteen. Light Fingers
Chapter Seventeen. In which “The Mute” is Revealed
Chapter Eighteen. The Ladybird
Chapter Nineteen. Leucha Makes Confession
Chapter Twenty. The Hermit of Hammersmith
Chapter Twenty One. Love and “The Ladybird.”
Chapter Twenty Two. Shows Hinckeldeym’s Tactics
Chapter Twenty Three. Secret Instructions
Chapter Twenty Four. Romance and Reality
Chapter Twenty Five. Some Ugly Truths
Chapter Twenty Six. Place and Power
Chapter Twenty Seven. A Woman’s Words
Chapter Twenty Eight. Conclusion
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The bright moon shed a white light over the great, silent courtyards of the Imperial palace at Vienna.
A bugle had just sounded, the guards had changed with a sudden clang of arms that rang out in the clear night, followed by the sound of men marching back to the guardhouse. A sharp word of command, a second bugle note, and then all was quiet again, save for the slow, measured tread of the sentries at each angle of the ponderous palace.
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The Crown Princess bowed, and returned to the side of her father, the Archduke Charles, a tall, thin, grey-haired man in a brilliant uniform glittering with orders.
She knew that his Majesty’s quick eye had detected that she had spoken with the commoner Steinbach, and anticipated that she was to receive another lecture. Why, she wondered, was Steinbach there? Truth to tell, Court life bored her. She was tired to death of all that intrigue and struggle for place, power, and precedence, and of that unhealthy atmosphere of recklessness wherein she had been born and bred. She longed for the free open life in the country around Wartenstein, the great old castle in the Tyrol that was her home, where she could tramp for miles in the mountains and be friendly with the honest country folk. After her marriage – a marriage of convenience to unite two royal houses – she had found that she had exchanged one stiff and brilliant Court for another, more dull, more stiff, and where the etiquette was even more rigid.
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