The priest was president of the Montenegrin Red Cross, the prefect was a
former Prime Minister and a Voukotitch. All important men who are not
Petroviches are Voukotitches; the first being members of the king's and
the second of the queen's family.
The little black-hatted man was secretary of the Red Cross, and was
formally attached to us while there as cicerone. He explained to us that
they had all been in the hotel expecting us the night before, with a
beautiful dinner which had been prepared in our honour.
We apologized and inwardly noted the grateful temperament of the
Montenegrin. We were solemnly treated to coffee and brandy, and the
jolly priest emptied his cigarette box into Jo's lap. When the first
polite ceremoniousness had worn off we asked delicately about the front.
"Did we wish to see the front?"
Certainly, said the prefect, we should have the first horses that should
come back to the town, and the little transparent shadow man should
accompany us. And our letter to the Sirdar Voukotitch, commander in
chief of the north?--He should be told about it on his return that
evening from the front.
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