"
"There is no doubt whatever about that," answered Deulin.
"But," said Netty, who was practical, "could nothing induce him--the
young prince, I mean--to abandon all these vague political dreams and
accept the situation as it is, and settle down to develop his estates
and recover his position?"
"You mean," said Deulin, "the domestic felicities. Your fine and
sympathetic heart would naturally think of that. You go about the world
like an unemployed and wandering angel, seeking to make the lives of
others happier. Those are dreams, and in Poland dreams are forbidden--by
the Czar. But they are the privilege of youth, and I like to catch an
occasional glimpse of your gentle dreams, my dear young lady."
Netty smiled a little pathetically, and glanced up at him beneath her
lashes, which were dark as lashes should be that veil violet eyes.
"Now you are laughing at me, because I am not clever," she said.
"Heaven forbid! But I am laughing at your dream for Martin Bukaty. He
will never come to what you suggest as the cure for his unsatisfactory
life. He has too much history behind him, which is a state of things
never quite understood in your country, mademoiselle. Moreover, he has
not got it in him.
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