but Gregory Potemkin, who held private counsel with the sovereign. While Catherine stormed, he said nothing, watching her out of his one eye, his ugly, expressive features set in thought.
He was so tall that his head topped the massive mantelpiece, his clothes were covered with gold and embroidery and blazing with jewelled orders, yet he was dishevelled and his wig lay carelessly upon a nearby chair.
âI have heard that heâs grieving very much,â he remarked after a moment.
âGrieving!â Catherine exclaimed. âHis servants tell me that heâs scarcely slept or eaten, that he spends his days shut up alone with her miniature and that sometimes they can hear him weeping through the door! Itâs ridiculous, I say; to mourn with dignity, yes, but this foolish spectacle has got to stop.⦠I sent for him this morning, Gregory, to tell him that I expect him to attend at Court in future.â She paused, her full lips drawn into a line of unbecoming hardness.
âI also told him that he must prepare to marry again very soon.â
Potemkin moved from the fireplace and poured some wine into two golden goblets.
âAnd of course he refused you, my love. Defied you, declared that he would love the late Natalie until the day of his death, and that he wouldnât hear the mention of another wife.â
Catherine took the wine cup and nodded.
âExactly. Youâve gauged his nature very cleverly, Grisha. Those were almost his very words. Oh, but heâs such a fool! The girl deceived him with that young devil. Rasumovsky within a few months of their marriage! I reminded him of it and he shouted that I was maligning the dead and rushed out of the room.⦠What am I to do with him? He must remarry as soon as etiquette permits, but I donât think I can make him without using force.â
âOne thing I can vouch for, my adored,â he said, âand that is that the Grand Duke will never yield to force. You may threaten, you may even act, but thatâs not the way to break his will. I am surprised, that for such a brilliant woman, youâre always so stupid with your son.â
The great Empress, before whom Princes trembled, accepted this rebuke and only looked at him appealingly.
âThen what do you suggest?â
âIf you wish to bend Paul, it is Natalie Alexeievna who must be attacked. She is the obstacle. He clings to her, you see; it is the nature of loneliness, and without her he is very lonely. As you say, he was a fool, therefore we must enlighten him!â
âHow do you mean, Grisha? I donât understand you.â
âHow many times a day do we write to each other, Catherine?â he asked, suddenly.
âWhy, a dozen times at least,â she answered in surprise.
âExactly, though I see you so freely, Iâm always thinking of little things to say and sending notes to you. And you send notes to me. Because weâre lovers, my dear, and it is the way of lovers to put down their love on paper. You have kept my letters, havenât you, Catherine?â
âOf course, my dearest one. You know I have them all. Theyâre there, locked in my bureau.â
Potemkin put one great arm round her and smiled.
âThen doubtless thatâs where Natalie hid Rasumovskyâs love letters. Have her apartments searched, and when you find your evidence, let it speak for you to the Czarevitch.â¦â
âMy son has fought me successfully for years,â she said, âbut I believe heâs met his match in you.â
The following day Catherineâs servants went into the dead Grand Duchessâs rooms and made a thorough search. They unearthed a lot of fine jewellery which the Empress sent down to the Treasury, a mass of miscellaneous papers and household bills, and in a secret recess of her writing-desk they found a packet of letters tied up with ribbon.
That same evening Catherine and Potemkin retired early to
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