CHAPTER NINETEENThe week passed on a wave of continuing excitement in the city, so that by Sunday, when nothing had happened, I began to think once more that nothing would. It seemed to me that the fear of revolution had grown stale.
Then, around noon on Tuesday, a servant gave me a message from Elisabeth asking me to bring the children downstairs for luncheon. This was a rare enough event to produce squeals of delight from Miklós and Anna, though I, having seen Baroness Meleki arrive earlier that morning, was rather less joyful.
However, when we entered the room, I was immediately alarmed by Elisabeth’s manner. There was a tinge of fear in her normally languid eyes, and she hugged the children to her almost compulsively. I paused, my hand still on the door knob, looking slowly from this
