More "All That Glitters" -- continued
With the entrance of the Imperial family to the inspiring air of the Russian anthem - the procession of Grand Dukes in splendid uniforms, the Grand Duchesses, lovely and bejewelled, the beautiful, remote Czarina and the Czar - the ball took on the aspect of a fairy tale. With the first strains of a mazurka, the Grand Duke Michael, the Czar's younger brother and heir since the Czraevitch had not yet been born, invited me to dance. It was a very different affair from the mazurkas I had learned at Mr. Dodsworth's class. "Never mind," he said, when I demurred, "I'll do the steps," and he proceeded to cavort around me until I was reminded of the courtship of birds. But he was young and gay and, carried away by the increasing tempo, I found myself treading the Russian measure with the best. He was killed by the Bolsheviks in 1918.
Supper was served to the Imperial family and the Ambassadors on the dais. The general company was seated at small tables of eight. At my right was a vacant seat which, so my escort whispered, was destined for the Czar, who, with his staff, wasmaking a tour of the rooms. In a moment he was there and unobtrusively took his place. My first reaction was to notice the extraordinary likeness that he bore to his cousin, the Prince of Wales, later George V. He had the same kindly smile, half hidden by a beard, the same gentle blue eyes and a great simplicity of speect and manner. I was also struck by his youthful appearance, for was onlly thirty-two, having some to the throne at the age of twenty-six. As he talked I began to realise the enormous difficulties he had to face. There was at that time a contant and increasing agitation for reforms that he contended could not be granted without danger.
More to come...