ery well. Kossuth, Bem, and Georgei would
astonish her, astonish her! I trust to your tact, Varhely. And then it
is so long ago, so very long ago, all that. Let the dead past bury its
dead! Is it understood?"

Yanski Varhely departed, a little stunned by this interview. He had
never felt so old, so out of the fashion, before. Prince Zilah and he
now seemed to him like two ancestors of the present generation--Don
Quixotes, romanticists, imbeciles. The minister was, as Jacquemin would
have said, a sly dog, who took the times as he found them, and left
spectres in peace. Well, perhaps he was right!

"Ah, well," thought the old hussar, with an odd smile, "there is the
age of moustaches and the age of whiskers, that is all. Ladany has even
found a way to become bald: he was born to be a minister!"

It little mattered to him, however, this souvenir of his youth found
with new characteristics. If Count Josef Ladany rescued Menko from the
police of the Czar, and, by setting him free, delivered him to him,
Varhely, all was well. By entering the ministry, Ladany would thus be at
least useful for something.

CHAPTER XXX. "TO SEEK FORGETFULNESS"

The negotiations with Warsaw, however, detained Yanski Varhely at Vienna
longer than he wished. Count Josef evidently went zealously to work
to obtain from the Russian Government Menko's release. He had promised
Varhely, the evening he received his old comrade at dinner, that he
would put all the machinery at work to obtain the fulfilment of his
request. "I only ask you, if I attain the desired result, that you will
do something to cool off that hotheaded Menko. A second time he would
not escape Siberia."

Varhely had made no reply; but the very idea that Michel Menko might be
free made his head swim. There was, in the Count's eagerness to obtain
Menko's liberty, something of the excitement of a hunter tracking his
prey. He awaited Michel's departure from the fortress as if he were a
rabbit in its burrow.

"If he is set at liberty, I suppose that we shall know where he goes,"
he said to the minister.

"It is more than probable that the government of the Czar will trace his
journey for him. You shall be informed."

Count Ladany did not seek to know for what purpose Varhely demanded,
with such evident eagerness, this release. It was enough for him that
his old brother-in-arms desired it, and that it was possible.

"You see how everything is for the best, Varhely," he said t