You
must become the wife of Leopold Durski.'"
"And you consented?"
"I ask you, Reginald Eversleigh, could I refuse? For me, love was a
word which had no meaning. Leopold Durski was more than double my age;
but in outward seeming he was a gentleman. He was reported to be
wealthy; he had a high position at the Austrian Court. I was so utterly
helpless, so desolate, so despairing, that it is scarcely strange if I
accepted the fate my father pressed upon me, careless as to a future
which held no joy for me, beyond the pleasure of the gaming-table. I
left the house of one gambler to ally myself to the fortunes of
another, for Leopold Durski was my father's companion and friend, and
the same master-passion swayed both. It was strange that my father,
himself a ruined gamester, should have become the dupe of a man whose
reported wealth was as great a sham as his own. But so it was. I
exchanged poverty with one master for poverty with another master. My
new life was an existence of perpetual falsehood and trickery. I
occupied a splendid house in the most fashionable quarter of Vienna;
but that house was maintained by my husband's winnings at the gaming-
table; and it was my task to draw together the dupes whose money was to
support the false semblance of grandeur which surrounded me. The dupes
came. I had my little court of flatterers; but the courtiers paid
dearly for their allegiance to their queen.
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