The prisoner of zenda novel summary in urdu

Smuggled off by the Ruritanian ambassador, who had found him a pretty handful. In that duel Prince Rudolf received a severe wound, and recovering therefrom, was adroitly For he fought a duel (it was considered highly well bred of him to waiveДЄll question of his rank) with a nobleman, well known in the society of the day, not only for his own merits, but as the husband of a very beautiful wife. He stayed some months in England, where he was most courteously received yet in the end he left rather under a cloud. The prince was a tall, handsome young fellow, marked (maybe marred, it is not for me to say) by a somewhat unusually long, sharp, and straight nose, and a mass of dark-red hair-in fact, the nose and the hair which have stamped the Elphbergs time out of mind. sitting then on the throne, peace reigning for the moment, and the king and the Prince of Wales being not yet at loggerheads, there вЂ‹came on a visit to the English court a certain prince, who was afterward known to history as Rudolf the Third of Ruritania. Well, then-and I must premise that I am going, perforce, to rake up the very scandal which my dear Lady Burlesdon wishes forgotten-in the year 1733, George II.

For what relationship is there between Ruritania and Burlesdon, between the palace at Strelsau or the castle of Zenda and No. For, eminent as, I must protest, the Rassendylls have been for many generations, yet participation in their blood of course does not, at first sight, justify the boast of a connection with the grander stock of the Elphbergs or a claim to be one of that royal house. For it is manifest that I must explain why my sister-in-law was vexed with my nose and hair, and why I ventured to call myself an Elphberg. When I read a story I skip the explanations yet the moment I begin to write one I find that I must have an explanation. 'I rather like being an Elphberg myself.' And by way of closing the discussion and also, I must admit, of exasperating my вЂ‹strict little sister-in-law a trifle more-I observed: At least I had shelved the question of what (if anything) I ought to do. 'Rudolf!' exclaimed my brother's wife, blushing very prettily. 'Hardly-with Rudolf about,' said Robert, shaking his head. 'Then it might be forgotten,' she continued. 'I wish you'd take that picture away, Robert,' said she. My brother's wife uttered an exclamation of impatience. 'I rather like them myself,' said I, and, rising, I bowed to the portrait of Countess Amelia. 'I wish they didn't crop out,' said Rose, still flushed. вЂ‹'It generally crops out once in a generation,' said my brother. 'Oh! of course he can't help his hair,' admitted Rose.

'She objects to my doing nothing and having red hair,' said I in an injured tone. He glanced at his wife: her cheek was slightly flushed he patted it caressingly. 'I'm so glad Robert's is black!' she cried.ДЄt this moment Robert (who rises at seven and works before breakfast) came in. Upon this I stroked my hair: I knew quite well what she meant. 'Good families are generally worse than any others,' she said. Ancestry is, in fact, a matter concerning which the next observation of Rose's has some truth.

Besides her attractions, she possessed a large fortune, and myД«rother Robert was wise enough not to mind about her ancestry. This remark of mine rather annoyed Rose, for вЂ‹everybody knows (and therefore there can be no harm in referring to the fact) that, pretty and accomplished as she herself is, her family is hardly of the same standing as the Rassendylls. 'You are nine-and-twenty,' she observed, 'and you've done nothing but-' I enjoy an enviable social position: I am brother to Lord Burlesdon, and brother-in-law to that most charming lady his countess. I have an income nearly sufficient for my wants (no one's income is ever quite sufficient, you know). 'My dear Rose,' I answered, laying down my egg-spoon, 'why in the world should I do anything? My position is a comfortable one. ' I wonder when in the world you're going to do anything, Rudolf?' said my brother's wife.

THE RASSENDYLLS-WITH A WORD ON THE ELPHBERGS.

The prisoner of zenda novel summary in urdu