A great lady of most compelling and imperial mien is the Archduchess Isabella. The Austro-Hungarian Court has fallen, vanished, but in Budapest she holds court. So for that matter does her neighbor the Archduchess Augusta. It is no secret that members of the Corps Diplomatique, including the U. S. Minister, attend these "courts," bow with deepest consideration to their archducal hostess, and, approaching the large, thronelike-chair on which the Archduchess (either Isabella or Augusta) sits, kiss the back of her white-gloved right hand. The left hand is...
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