Anthony Hope
The Prisoner of Zenda
(Dystopian Novel)
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2019 OK Publishing
EAN 4064066052003
Table of Contents
Chapter 1. The Rassendylls — With a Word on the Elphbergs
Chapter 2. Concerning the Colour of Men’s Hair
Chapter 3. A Merry Evening with a Distant Relative
Chapter 4. The King Keeps His Appointment
Chapter 5. The Adventures of an Understudy
Chapter 6. The Secret of a Cellar
Chapter 7. His Majesty Sleeps in Strelsau
Chapter 8. A Fair Cousin and a Dark Brother
Chapter 9. A New Use for a Tea-table
Chapter 10. A Great Chance for a Villain
Chapter 11. Hunting a Very Big Boar
Chapter 12. I Receive a Visitor and Bait a Hook
Chapter 13. An Improvement on Jacob’s Ladder
Chapter 14. A Night Outside the Castle
Chapter 15. I Talk with a Tempter
Chapter 17. Young Rupert’s Midnight Diversions
Chapter 18. The Forcing of the Trap
Chapter 19. Face to Face in the Forest
Chapter 20. The Prisoner and the King
Chapter 22. Present, Past — and Future?
Chapter 1
The Rassendylls — With a Word on the Elphbergs
“I wonder when in the world you’re going to do anything, Rudolf?” said my brother’s wife.
“My dear Rose,” I answered, laying down my egg-spoon, “why in the world should I do anything? My position is a comfortable one. I have an income nearly sufficient for my wants (no one’s income is ever quite sufficient, you know), I enjoy an enviable social position: I am brother to Lord Burlesdon, and brother-inlaw to that charming lady, his countess. Behold, it is enough!”
“You are nine-and-twenty,” she observed, “and you’ve done nothing but —”
“Knock about? It is true. Our family doesn’t need to do things.”
This remark of mine rather annoyed Rose, for everybody knows (and therefore there can be no harm in referring to the fact) that, pretty and accomplished as she herself is, her family is hardly of the same standing as the Rassendylls. Besides her attractions, she possessed a large fortune, and my brother Robert was wise enough not to mind about her ancestry. Ancestry is, in fact, a matter concerning which the next observation of Rose’s has some truth.
“Good families are generally worse than any others,” she said.
Upon this I stroked my hair: I knew quite well what she meant.
“I’m so glad Robert’s is black!” she cried.
At this moment Robert (who rises at seven and works before breakfast) came in. He glanced at his wife: her cheek was slightly flushed; he patted it caressingly.
“What’s the matter, my dear?” he asked.
“She objects to my doing nothing and having red hair,” said I, in an injured tone.
“Oh! of course he can’t help his hair,” admitted Rose.
“It generally crops out once in a generation,” said my brother. “So does the nose. Rudolf has got them both.”
“I wish they didn’t crop out,” said Rose, still flushed.
“I rather like them myself,” said I, and, rising, I bowed to the portrait of Countess Amelia.
My brother’s wife uttered an exclamation of impatience.
“I wish you’d take that picture away, Robert,” said she.
“My dear!” he cried.
“Good heavens!” I added.
“Then it might be forgotten,” she continued.
“Hardly — with Rudolf about,” said Robert, shaking his head.
“Why should it be forgotten?” I asked.
“Rudolf!” exclaimed my brother’s wife, blushing very prettily.
I laughed, and went on with my egg. At least I had shelved the question of what (if anything) I ought to do. And, by way of closing the discussion — and also, I must admit, of exasperating my strict little sister-inlaw a trifle more — I observed:
“I rather like being an Elphberg myself.”
When I read a story, I skip the explanations; yet the moment I begin to write one, I find that I must have an explanation. For it is manifest that I must explain why my sister-inlaw was vexed with my nose and hair, and why I ventured to call myself an Elphberg. For eminent as, I must protest, the Rassendylls have been for many generations, yet participation in their blood of course does not, at first sight, justify the boast of a connection with the grander stock of the Elphbergs or a claim to be one of that Royal House. For what relationship