CHAPTER XI. IN WHICH THE LUCK GOES AGAINST BARRY

My hopes of obtaining the hand of one of the richest heiresses in

Germany were now, as far as all human probability went, and as far as

my own merits and prudence could secure my fortune, pretty certain of

completion. I was admitted whenever I presented myself at the Princess’s

apartments, and had as frequent opportunities as I desired of seeing

the Countess Ida there. I cannot say that she received me with any

particular favour; the silly young creature’s affections were, as I have

said, engaged ignobly elsewhere; and, however captivating my own person

and manners may have been, it was not to be expected that she should all

of a sudden forget her lover for the sake of the young Irish gentleman

who was paying his addresses to her. But such little rebuffs as I got

were far from discouraging me. I had very powerful friends, who were to

aid me in my undertaking; and knew that, sooner or later, the victory

must be mine. In fact, I only waited my time to press my suit. Who

could tell the dreadful stroke of fortune which was impending over my

illustrious protectress, and which was to involve me partially in her

ruin?

All things seemed for a while quite prosperous to my wishes; and in

spite of the Countess Ida’s disinclination, it was much easier to

bring her to her senses than, perhaps, may be supposed in a silly

constitutional country like England, where people are not brought up

with those wholesome sentiments of obedience to Royalty which were

customary in Europe at the time when I was a young man.

I have stated how, through Magny, I had the Princess, as it were, at my

feet. Her Highness had only to press the match upon the old Duke, over

whom her influence was unbounded, and to secure the goodwill of

the Countess of Liliengarten, (which was the romantic title of his

Highness’s morganatic spouse), and the easy old man would give an

order for the marriage: which his ward would perforce obey. Madame de

Liliengarten was, too, from her position, extremely anxious to oblige

the Princess Olivia; who might be called upon any day to occupy the

throne. The old Duke was tottering, apoplectic, and exceedingly fond of

good living. When he was gone, his relict would find the patronage of

the Duchess Olivia most necessary to her. Hence there was a close

mutual understanding between the two ladies; and the world said that the

Hereditary Princess was already indebted to the favourite for help on

various occasions. Her Highness had obtained, through the Countess,

several large grants of money for the payment of her multifarious debts;

and she was now good enough to exert her gracious influence over Madame

de Liliengarten in order to obtain for me the object so near my

heart. It is not to be supposed that my end was to be obtained without

continual unwillingness and refusals on Magny’s part; but I pushed

my point resolutely, and had means in my hands of overcoming the

stubbornness of that feeble young gentleman. Also, I may say, without

vanity, that if the high and mighty Princess detested me, the Countess

(though she was of extremely low origin, it is said) had better taste

and admired me. She often did us the honour to go partners with us in

one of our faro-banks, and declared that I was the handsomest man in the

duchy. All I was required to prove was my nobility, and I got at Vienna

such a pedigree as would satisfy the most greedy in that way. In fact,

what had a man descended from the Barrys and the Bradys to fear before

any VON in Germany? By way of making assurance doubly sure, I promised

Madame de Liliengarten ten thousand louis on the day of my marriage, and

she knew that as a play-man I had never failed in my word: and I vow,

that had I paid fifty per cent. for it, I would have got the money.

Thus by my talents, honesty, and acuteness, I had, considering I was

a poor patronless outcast, raised for myself very powerful protectors.

Even his Highness the Duke Victor was favourably inclined to me; for,

his favourite charger falling ill of the staggers, I gave him a ball

such as my uncle Brady used to administer, and cured the horse; after

which his Highness was pleased to notice me frequently. He invited me

to his hunting and shooting parties, where I showed myself to be a good

sportsman; and once or twice he condescended to talk to me about my

prospects in life, lamenting that I had taken to gambling, and that I

had not adopted a more regular means of advancement. ‘Sir,’ said I, ‘if

you will allow me to speak frankly to your Highness, play with me is

only a means to an end. Where should I have been without it? A private

still in King Frederick’s grenadiers. I come of a race which gave

princes to my country; but persecutions have deprived them of their vast

possessions. My uncle’s adherence to his ancient faith drove him from

our country. I too resolved to seek advancement in the military service;

but the insolence and ill-treatment which I received at the hands of

the English were not bearable by a high-born gentleman, and I fled their

service. It was only to fall into another bondage to all appearance

still more hopeless; when my good star sent a preserver to me in my

uncle, and my spirit and gallantry enabled me to take advantage of the

means of escape afforded me. Since then we have lived, I do not disguise

it, by play; but who can say I have done him a wrong? Yet, if I could

find myself in an honourable post, and with an assured maintenance, I

would never, except for amusement, such as every gentleman must have,

touch a card again. I beseech your Highness to inquire of your resident

at Berlin if I did not on every occasion act as a gallant soldier. I

feel that I have talents of a higher order, and should be proud to have

occasion to exert them; if, as I do not doubt, my fortune shall bring

them into play.’

The candour of this statement struck his Highness greatly, and impressed

him in my favour, and he was pleased to say that he believed me, and

would be glad to stand my friend.

Having thus the two Dukes, the Duchess, and the reigning favourite

enlisted on my side, the chances certainly were that I should carry off

the great prize; and I ought, according to all common calculations, to

have been a Prince of the Empire at this present writing, but that

my ill luck pursued me in a matter in which I was not the least to

blame,--the unhappy Duchess’s attachment to the weak, silly, cowardly

Frenchman. The display of this love was painful to witness, as its end

was frightful to think of. The Princess made no disguise of it. If

Magny spoke a word to a lady of her household, she would be jealous, and

attack with all the fury of her tongue the unlucky offender. She would

send him a half-dozen of notes in the day: at his arrival to join her

circle or the courts which she held, she would brighten up, so that all

might perceive. It was a wonder that her husband had not long ere this

been made aware of her faithlessness; but the Prince Victor was himself

of so high and stern a nature that he could not believe in her stooping

so far from her rank as to forget her virtue: and I have heard say,

that when hints were given to him of the evident partiality which the

Princess showed for the equerry, his answer was a stern command never

more to be troubled on the subject. ‘The Princess is light-minded,’ he

said; ‘she was brought up at a frivolous Court; but her folly goes not

beyond coquetry: crime is impossible; she has her birth, and my name,

and her children, to defend her.’ And he would ride off to his

military inspections and be absent for weeks, or retire to his suite of

apartments, and remain closeted there whole days; only appearing to

make a bow at her Highness’s LEVEE, or to give her his hand at the Court

galas, where ceremony required that he should appear. He was a man of

vulgar tastes, and I have seen him in the private garden, with his great

ungainly figure, running races, or playing at ball with his little son

and daughter, whom he would find a dozen pretexts daily for visiting.

The serene children were brought to their mother every morning at

her toilette; but she received them very indifferently: except on one

occasion, when the young Duke Ludwig got his little uniform as colonel

of hussars, being presented with a regiment by his godfather the Emperor

Leopold. Then, for a day or two, the Duchess Olivia was charmed with

the little boy; but she grew tired of him speedily, as a child does of

a toy. I remember one day, in the morning circle, some of the Princess’s

rouge came off on the arm of her son’s little white military jacket; on

which she slapped the poor child’s face, and sent him sobbing away. Oh,

the woes that have been worked by women in this world! the misery into

which men have lightly stepped with smiling faces; often not even with

the excuse of passion, but from mere foppery, vanity, and bravado! Men

play with these dreadful two-edged tools, as if no harm could come to

them. I, who have seen more of life than most men, if I had a son, would

go on my knees to him and beg him to avoid woman, who is worse than

poison. Once intrigue, and your whole life is endangered: you never know

when the evil may fall upon you; and the woe of whole families, and the

ruin of innocent people perfectly dear to you, may be caused by a moment

of your folly.

When I saw how entirely lost the unlucky Monsieur de Magny seemed to be,

in spite of all the claims I had against him, I urged him to fly. He had

rooms in the palace, in the garrets over the Princess’s quarters

(the building was a huge one, and accommodated almost a city of noble

retainers of the family); but the infatuated young fool would not

budge, although he had not even the excuse of love for staying. ‘How

she squints,’ he would say of the Princess, ‘and how crooked she is! She

thinks no one can perceive her deformity. She writes me verses out of

Gresset or Crebillon, and fancies I believe them to be original. Bah!

they are no more her own than her hair is!’ It was in this way that the

wretched lad was dancing over the ruin that was yawning under him. I do

believe that his chief pleasure in making love to the Princess was, that

he might write about his victories to his friends of the PETITES MAISONS

at Paris, where he longed to be considered as a wit and a VAINQUEUR DE

DAMES.

Seeing the young man’s recklessness, and the danger of his position,

I became very anxious that MY little scheme should be brought to a

satisfactory end, and pressed him warmly on the matter.

My solicitations with him were, I need not say, from the nature of the

connection between us, generally pretty successful; and, in fact, the

poor fellow could REFUSE ME NOTHING: as I used often laughingly to say

to him, very little to his liking. But I used more than threats, or the

legitimate influence I had over him. I used delicacy and generosity;

as a proof of which, I may mention that I promised to give back to the

Princess the family emerald, which I mentioned in the last chapter that

I had won from her unprincipled admirer at play.

This was done by my uncle’s consent, and was one of the usual acts of

prudence and foresight which distinguish that clever man. “Press the

matter now, Redmond my boy,” he would urge. “This affair between her

Highness and Magny must end ill for both of them, and that soon; and

where will be your chance to win the Countess then? Now is your time!

win her and wear her before the month is over, and we will give up the

punting business, and go live like noblemen at our castle in Swabia. Get

rid of that emerald, too,” he added: “should an accident happen, it will

be an ugly deposit found in our hand.” This it was that made me agree to

forego the possession of the trinket; which, I must confess, I was

loth to part with. It was lucky for us both that I did: as you shall

presently hear.

Meanwhile, then, I urged Magny: I myself spoke strongly to the Countess

of Liliengarten, who promised formally to back my claim with his

Highness the reigning Duke; and Monsieur de Magny was instructed to

induce the Princess Olivia to make a similar application to the old

sovereign in my behalf. It was done. The two ladies urged the Prince;

his Highness (at a supper of oysters and champagne) was brought to

consent, and her Highness the Hereditary Princess did me the honour of

notifying personally to the Countess Ida that it was the Prince’s will

that she should marry the young Irish nobleman, the Chevalier Redmond de

Balibari. The notification was made in my presence; and though the young

Countess said ‘Never!’ and fell down in a swoon at her lady’s feet, I

was, you may be sure, entirely unconcerned at this little display of

mawkish sensibility, and felt, indeed, now that my prize was secure.

That evening I gave the Chevalier de Magny the emerald, which he

promised to restore to the Princess; and now the only difficulty in my

way lay with the Hereditary Prince, of whom his father, his wife, and

the favourite, were alike afraid. He might not be disposed to allow the

richest heiress in his duchy to be carried off by a noble, though not

a wealthy foreigner. Time was necessary in order to break the matter to

Prince Victor. The Princess must find him at some moment of good-humour.

He had days of infatuation still, when he could refuse his wife nothing;

and our plan was to wait for one of these, or for any other chance which

might occur.

But it was destined that the Princess should never see her husband at

her feet, as often as he had been. Fate was preparing a terrible ending

to her follies, and my own hope. In spite of his solemn promises to me,

Magny never restored the emerald to the Princess Olivia.

He had heard, in casual intercourse with me, that my uncle and I had

been beholden to Mr. Moses Lowe, the banker of Heidelberg, who had given

us a good price for our valuables; and the infatuated young man took

a pretext to go thither, and offered the jewel for pawn. Moses Lowe

recognised the emerald at once, gave Magny the sum the latter demanded,

which the Chevalier lost presently at play: never, you may be sure,

acquainting us with the means by which he had made himself master of so

much capital. We, for our parts, supposed that he had been supplied by

his usual banker, the Princess: and many rouleaux of his gold pieces

found their way into our treasury, when at the Court galas, at our own

lodgings, or at the apartments of Madame de Liliengarten (who on these

occasions did us the honour to go halves with us) we held our bank of

faro.

Thus Magny’s money was very soon gone. But though the Jew held his

jewel, of thrice the value no doubt of the sums he had lent upon it,

that was not all the profit which he intended to have from his unhappy

creditor; over whom he began speedily to exercise his authority. His

Hebrew connections at X--, money-brokers, bankers, horse-dealers, about

the Court there, must have told their Heidelberg brother what Magny’s

relations with the Princess were; and the rascal determined to take

advantage of these, and to press to the utmost both victims. My

uncle and I were, meanwhile, swimming upon the high tide of fortune,

prospering with our cards, and with the still greater matrimonial game

which we were playing; and we were quite unaware of the mine under our

feet.

Before a month was passed, the Jew began to pester Magny. He presented

himself at X--, and asked for further interest-hush-money; otherwise

he must sell the emerald. Magny got money for him; the Princess again

befriended her dastardly lover. The success of the first demand only

rendered the second more exorbitant. I know not how much money was

extorted and paid on this unluckly emerald: but it was the cause of the

ruin of us all.

One night we were keeping our table as usual at the Countess of

Liliengarten’s, and Magny being in cash somehow, kept drawing out

rouleau after rouleau, and playing with his common ill success. In

the middle of the play a note was brought into him, which he read, and

turned very pale on perusing; but the luck was against him, and looking

up rather anxiously at the clock, he waited for a few more turns of the

cards, when having, I suppose, lost his last rouleau, he got up with a

wild oath that scared some of the polite company assembled, and left

the room. A great trampling of horses was heard without; but we were

too much engaged with our business to heed the noise, and continued our

play.

Presently some one came into the play-room and said to the Countess,

‘Here is a strange story! A Jew has been murdered in the Kaiserwald.

Magny was arrested when he went out of the room.’ All the party broke

up on hearing this strange news, and we shut up our bank for the night.

Magny had been sitting by me during the play (my uncle dealt and I paid

and took the money), and, looking under the chair, there was a crumpled

paper, which I took up and read. It was that which had been delivered to

him, and ran thus:--‘If you have done it, take the orderly’s horse who

brings this. It is the best of my stable. There are a hundred louis in

each holster, and the pistols are loaded. Either course lies open to

you if you know what I mean. In a quarter of an hour I shall know our

fate--whether I am to be dishonoured and survive you, whether you are

guilty and a coward, or whether you are still worthy of the name of

‘M.’

This was in the handwriting of the old General de Magny; and my uncle

and I, as we walked home at night, having made and divided with the

Countess Liliengarten no inconsiderable profits that night, felt our

triumphs greatly dashed by the perusal of the letter. ‘Has Magny,’ we

asked, ‘robbed the Jew, or has his intrigue been discovered?’ In either

case, my claims on the Countess Ida were likely to meet with serious

drawbacks: and I began to feel that my ‘great card’ was played and

perhaps lost.

Well, it WAS lost: though I say, to this day, it was well and gallantly

played. After supper (which we never for fear of consequences took

during play) I became so agitated in my mind as to what was occurring

that I determined to sally out about midnight into the town, and inquire

what was the real motive of Magny’s apprehension. A sentry was at the

door, and signified to me that I and my uncle were under arrest.

We were left in our quarters for six weeks, so closely watched that

escape was impossible, had we desired it; but, as innocent men, we had

nothing to fear. Our course of life was open to all, and we desired and

courted inquiry. Great and tragical events happened during those six

weeks; of which, though we heard the outline, as all Europe did, when we

were released from our captivity, we were yet far from understanding all

the particulars, which were not much known to me for many years after.

Here they are, as they were told me by the lady, who of all the world

perhaps was most likely to know them. But the narrative had best form

the contents of another chapter.

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