"
"I will send my own servant, in half an hour he shall be ready."
"God be thanked! it will then, be possible to save him. Let me write
this letter at once, and hasten your messenger. Let him fly as if he
had wings--as if the wild winds of heaven bore him onward. The
sooner he brings me the answer of the duke, the greater shall be his
reward. Oh, I will reward him as if I were a rich queen, and not a
poor, forsaken, sorrowful princess."
"Write, princess, write," cried Pollnitz, eagerly: "but not have the
goodness to give me the hundred louis d'or before Mademoiselle
Marwitz returns. I promised them to Weingarten for his news; you can
add to them the ducats you were graciously pleased to bestow upon
me."
Amelia did not reply; she stepped to the table and wrote a few
lines, which she handed to Pollnitz.
"Take this," said she, almost contemptuously; "it is a draft upon my
banker, Orguelin. I thank you for allowing your services to be paid
for; it relieves me from all call to gratitude. Serve me faithfully
in future, and you shall ever find my hand open and my purse full.
And now give me time to write to the duke, and--"
"Princess, I hear Mademoiselle Marwitz returning!"
Amelia left the writing-table hastily, and advanced to the door
through which Mademoiselle Marwitz must enter.
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