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Identifier: theirmajestiesas00paoluoft (find matches)
Title: Their majesties as I knew them; personal reminiscences of the kings and queens of Europe
Year: 1911 (1910s)
Authors: Paoli, Xavier, 1835- Teixeira de Mattos, Alexander, 1865-1921
Subjects: Europe -- Kings and rulers
Publisher: New York, Sturgis (and) Walton
Contributing Library: Robarts - University of Toronto
Digitizing Sponsor: University of Toronto

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o impenetrable that it excluded thesovereign and a fortiori liis official set: thehusband and father alone are admitted. This isthe secret of that close union which has made peoplesay of the Italian royal couple that they representthe perfect type of a middle-class household whichfound its way by accident into a kings palace. I have tried to give a psychological picture ofthe two sovereigns arising from the impressionswhich I picked up in the course of my trip to Italy.Their visit to Paris was destined to confirm its ac-curacy and to complete its details. 3. I little thought, on the afternoon when I caughtso unexpected a glimpse of Queen Helena in aINIilan glove-shop, that, two years later, I was tohave the honour of attending both Her Majestyand the King during their journey to France. Itwas their first visit to Paris in state; and our gov-ernment attached considerable importance to thisevent, which accentuated the scope of what Princevon Biilow, at that time chancellor of the German
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< H U,O Z.U w DO QZ < o 2 wI H THE KING AND QUEEN OF ITALY 175 Empire, called, none too good-humouredly, Italyslittle waltz with France. The letter of appointment which I received at thebeginning of October, 1903, directed me to go atonce and await our guests at the Italian frontier andbring them safely to Paris. It was j)itch-dark,on a cold, wet night, when the royal train steamedout of the Mont-Cenis tunnel and pulled up at theplatform of the frontier-station of Modany whereI had been pacing up and down for over an hour.My curiosity was stimulated, I must confess, by therecollection of the episode in the Galleria VittorioEmmanuele at Milan. Amused by the chancewhich was about to bring me face to face with thelady with the gloves, I was longing to know if myfirst impressions were correct and if the featureswhich I had conjectured, rather than perceived, be-hind the blue veil were really those which I shouldsoon be able to view in the full light. The blinds of the eight royal ra

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