Rulers of Kings by Gertrude Atherton

After luncheon the two girls, by Alexandra's manœuvring, were alone in Ranata's sitting-room. It was a very beautiful room now, with its golden walls, its rich Oriental hangings and chairs. The windows were open, and the Hungarian sunshine flooded it. Ranata sat in one of the deep straight-back chairs so beloved of royalty, Alexandra in a rocking-chair which had been upholstered to match the rest of the furniture, yet was impertinent and incongruous. "There is only one thing that will reconcile me to parting with you when you marry," the Archduchess had remarked when it arrived; "I can have a bonfire made of all those ridiculous chairs. " And Alexandra had replied, "I will convert you even to those before I die."

To-day neither was sensible of pleasantries. Alexandra's face was flushed, and the Archduchess, although her eyes were fixed absently on Pest, and her profile might have been cut in stone, was bracing herself for the coming conflict. Her subtle brain cleared and balanced its parts. She was determined to lose neither her friend nor her friend's brother, and an ill-considered word might lose her both. She needed all her resources, for no one understood her so well as Alexandra.