Identifier: theirmajestiesas00paoluoft (find matches)
Title: Their majesties as I knew them; personal reminiscences of the kings and queens of Europe
Year: 1911 (1910s)
Authors: Paoli, Xavier, 1835- Teixeira de Mattos, Alexander, 1865-1921
Subjects: Europe -- Kings and rulers
Publisher: New York, Sturgis (and) Walton
Contributing Library: Robarts - University of Toronto
Digitizing Sponsor: University of Toronto

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ask leave to taste their fruit, pajdng for itroyally ... or else she bought several quartsof milk, or dozens of eggs, which she told them tobring to the hotel next day. She ended, of course, by knowing all the walksat Cap Martin and the neighbourhood. She setout each morning with her faithful tramping com-panion, the Greek reader. Sometimes, she wouldgo along the rocks on the shore, sometimes wendher way through the woods; sometimes she wouldcHmb the steep hills, scrambling up to the goats,as the herds say. . . . She never mentionedthe destination or the direction of her excursions,a tiling which troubled me greatly, notwithstandingthat I had had the whole district searched and ex-plored beforehand. How was I to look after her? Set your mind at ease, my dear M. Paoli, sheused to say, laughing. Nothing will happen tome. What would you have them do to a poorwoman? Besides, we are no more than the petalof a poppy or a ripple on the water! Nevertheless, I was not easy, the more so as she
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THE EMPRESS OF AUSTRIA EMPEROR AND EMPRESS OF AUSTRIA 15 obstinately refused to let one of my men follow her,even at a distance. One evening, however, havingheard that some Italian navvies, who were at workon the Mentone road, had spoken in threateningterms of the crowned heads who are in the habitof visiting that part of the country, I begged theEmpress to be pleased not to go in that directionand was promptly snubbed for my pains. More of your fears, she replied. I repeat,I am not afraid of them . . . and I make nopromise. I was determined. I redoubled my supervisionand resolved to send one of my Corsican detectives,fully armed, disguised and got up like a navvy,with instructions to mix with the Italians who werebreaking stones on the road. He rigged himselfout in a canvas jacket and a pair of corduroytrousers and made up his face to perfection.Speaking Italian fluently, he diverted all suspicionon the part of his mates, who took him for a newly-arrived fellow-countryman of their ow

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