Long Live the King! by Mary Roberts Rinehart
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Human quality! General Mettlich eyed his king with concern.
Since when had the reigning family demanded human qualities in their governesses? "She is a thoughtful and conscientious woman, sire," he said stiffly. It happened that he had selected her. "She does her duty. And as to the boy being lonely, he has no time to be lonely. His tutors - " "How old is he?" "Ten next month." The King said nothing for a time. Then - "It is hard," he said at last, "for seventy-four to see with the eyes of ten. As for this afternoon - why in the name of a thousand devils did they take him to see the 'Flying Dutchman'? I detest it." "Her Royal Highness - " "Annunciata is a fool," said His Majesty. Then dismissing his daughter with a gesture, "We don't know how to raise our children here," he said impatiently. "The English do better. And even the Germans - " It is not etiquette to lower one's eyebrows at a king, and glare. But General Mettlich did it. He was rather a poor subject. "The Germans have not our problem, sire," he said, and stuck up his mustache. "I'm not going to raise the boy a prisoner," insisted the King stubbornly. Kings have to be very stubborn about things. So |
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