HOW HARRY PAYS ANOTHER VISIT, AND MEETS WITH A STRANGE ADVENTURE.
Harry's loneliness was by no means alleviated at finding that Katie
was so near. It was, indeed, rather aggravated, for to our
light-hearted friend it seemed intolerable that Katie should be so
near and yet so far. She was separated from him by only a few paces,
and yet he was compelled to keep away from her. To run the risk of
discovery was not to be thought of. By day it was necessary to put up
with his solitude as best he might. He was sufficiently wary not to
forget himself, and he did not lose sight of the probability that he
was watched. The discovery of that passage-way made it seem not
unlikely that this Castle in Spain was all honeycombed with other
passages; that its ponderous walls were all a sham; that these
massive stones served merely as a blind to conceal innumerable
hiding-places and secret chambers. He was sure now that these walls
had ears, and perhaps eyes also; and therefore he determined to do
nothing which could lead to the discovery of his secret.
At length evening came, and then Harry began to breathe freely. He
was fully resolved on paying another visit to Katie at the earliest
possible moment. He knew that she would be expecting him. She would
not be asleep this time. There were many things which he wished to
say, and, above all, he wished to persuade her to venture into the
passage-way herself, at some favorable opportunity, so that they
might see one another more frequently.
It was about nine o'clock when Harry entered the passage-way. It was
quite dark, the room being illuminated in part, as before, by the
struggling moonbeams. He went along the passage-way and came to the
end at the other chimney. There he paused, and waited, and watched.
Gradually he became aware of some one beneath. He gave a low whisper:
"Katie!"
A low whisper was returned: "Harry!" Upon this he descended softly
and noiselessly.
Katie herself was there. She had been expecting him.
"They are all asleep," she said. "I thought I'd just come here to see
if you were coming."
"You little pet! You knew I'd come."
"I thought you might, you know."
"This day has been so horribly long, Katie; I thought it would never
end. See here--can't we manage to run away? I wish I could find some
way out. But you're chilly. This air is damp, and there is a bad
draught down the chimney. Come in to the corner of the room."
"But, oh, do be very, very cautious!" said Katie.
Holding her hand, Harry went stealthily into the room, and drew her
with him as quietly as possible, till they reached a corner of the
room on the right of the fireplace. This corner was all shrouded in
gloom, so that if the sleepers had awakened they could have seen
nothing. Here the two found themselves quite secure for the time
being; and as all the room was perfectly silent, they were not afraid
to resume their stealthy whispers.
"Have you been lonely to-day, Katie?" asked Harry, in a tender voice.
"Oh, a little."
"A little!" repeated he, in a reproachful tone.
"But there's been such an awful lot of fun," said Katie; "I've been
almost bursting to tell some one--that's you, you know."
"Fun?" said Harry, wonderingly; "what fun?"
"Oh, that absurd old Paddy King, Don Carlos, as he calls
himself--only he's no more a king than I am. Don't you think he's
some strolling Irish vagabond adventurer?"
"Irish vagabond? I don't know," said Harry. Now Harry had only heard
"His Majesty" speak in Spanish, and therefore did not see the point
at all.
"Well, for my part, I'm sure he's an Irishman," said Katie. "Mrs.
Russell says that he learned some English from an Irish priest; but
that wouldn't account for his queer songs."
"Songs?"
"Oh, he's utterly ridiculous! Who or what he really is I cannot
imagine. And, do you know, the best fun of all is--he's in love with
me."
"In love with you?" Harry cried, recoiling as he said it.
"Yes, of course--why not?" said Katie.
"The infernal cad!" cried Harry.
"Oh, what naughty language!" said Katie. "Oh!"
"D--n him!" cried Harry, furiously. "What does the fellow mean?"
"I declare I won't listen to such shocking language," said Katie.
"Now stop!"
"Well--but what does the scoundrel mean?" repeated Harry, in jealous
wrath.
"Well, he means to try--to marry me."
"Marry!--you!"
"Oh yes; and he says he'll make me Queen of Spain--and he says he has
a claim to the crown of France also, which he promises to share with
me."
"Good heavens!" said Harry, in utter consternation; for Harry had not
yet done more than vaguely suspect that "His Majesty" might be any
other than what he claimed to be, and this design of his upon Katie
seemed now a peril of no common magnitude.
"Why, Katie," he added, after a pause, "a royal personage can't marry
a private person like you. It's illegal, you know."
"Oh, but the fun of it is he's only a common Irishman, and he drinks
whiskey, and has an awful brogue. Oh, it's such fun to listen to him!
But the greatest fun of all is, auntie believes in him. She thinks he
is really Don Carlos; and, best of all, she thinks he is making love
to her, and proposing to her."
"To her! Why, she has a husband already."
"Oh, but she thinks he has been killed."
"Killed? Good heavens! Is that really so? Poor old Russell! Oh,
heavens! The villains! They'd do it, too."
And Harry thought of the bonds and the search after them. It seemed
to him not at all unlikely that they had killed Russell so as to get
at these, or perhaps to punish him for not giving them up. Horror now
quite overwhelmed him. He felt even shocked at Katie's levity.
"But Mrs. Russell," he said; "how does she bear this horrible,
calamity?"
"Bear it?" said Katie; "why, she wants to be Queen of Spain, and
France too!"
"What, when her husband lies murdered close by? Oh, heavens!--oh,
good heavens!"
"Well, do you know, it does seem very odd indeed."
"But you, Katie--how can you talk of such horrors in such a way? What
will be the fate of the rest of us, after this?"
"Why, you poor foolish boy, you needn't scold and go on so. I don't
believe he's dead any more than you are. I believe that "His Majesty"
only said it in fun. In fact, he never did actually say so."
Harry sighed a sigh of perplexity.
"But, you know," continued Katie, "Mrs. Russell went and got it into
her poor old head. Oh, she's very, very imaginative, poor dear old
auntie, and she would have it so. And she thinks that all the
speeches which "His Majesty" makes at me are intended for her."
"The wretched creature!" said Harry; "to speculate upon her husband's
death, and think of such a thing as marriage."
"Oh, but she says that it is not love that makes her think of it, but
State policy."
"State fiddlesticks!"
"She says that Mary Queen of Scots married Bothwell after her
husband's murder, from motives of State policy."
"Oh, good heavens!" said Harry, whose sense of honor and loyalty and
affection, and even of common decency, was utterly outraged at such a
revelation; "and she always seemed such a quiet, good, well-meaning
sort of a person."
"But she means well now," said Katie. "She says her marriage is to be
for the good of Spain and the world generally."
At this Harry was silent. He could find no more words to express his
feelings. Besides, although all the words, ejaculations, and
exclamations above reported were uttered with as much caution and in
as low a tone as were consistent with his excited feelings, still,
they made more noise than was wise under the circumstances, and there
were signs that some of the sleepers were restless. These, at last,
attracted the attention of the two and interrupted their
conversation.
Several heavy sighs from a remote corner of the room showed that some
one was awake, or waking, and this warning forced them to keep
silence for some time. At length all was still, and Harry ventured to
speak again.
"Oh, Katie," said he, "can't you do something with that wretched
woman?"
"No," said Katie. "I'm sure all I say only makes her worse. She wants
me now to address her as 'Your Majesty!'"
"She's mad," said Harry; "the woman's utterly mad!"
"Well, she's got some great secret now which she won't tell. As 'His
Majesty' was leaving, the last time, he kept up some very mysterious
whisperings with her. I've been teasing her all day to tell me what
they were, but in vain. She's as close as the grave. A great crisis
is approaching. And the fun of it is she doesn't know that it's me,
and not her, that 'His Majesty' means."
"You! Oh, Katie, don't talk in that indifferent way."
"Why?"
"Oh, don't you see? You are here so much in his power. Oh, we must
fly. I'll hunt along the passage to-night, and I'm sure I'll find
something. I'm sure there must be a way out."
"But I don't want to go," said Katie; "that is, not just yet."
"Not want to go?"
"No, not till I have some more fun, and see how this is going to end;
but--"
Here Katie stopped abruptly and clutched Harry's arm convulsively.
Harry, too, at the same instant started, and both stood peering into
the dark, and listening attentively.
For there had come a sudden noise.
It was a very peculiar and a very startling noise. It was a low,
shuffling sound, as of some one moving stealthily, and it arose from
the direction of the fireplace--the very place where Harry's retreat
would lie in case of discovery. But now that retreat seemed cut off;
and there seemed to be some one there who, perhaps, had come on his
track. Harry's only thought was that his room had been entered and
his absence discovered, upon which his guards had at once come
through in search of him. How many there were he could not tell. He
could do nothing, however. He could only stand still and watch. Soon,
he thought, others would come; lights would be produced, and he would
be discovered.
"Leave me!" said Harry, in a faint whisper. "It's one of the guards.
I'm lost!"
Katie's answer thrilled through every nerve of the listener.
"Then if you are lost, I will be lost with you!"
Saying this, she twined both her arms round his arm, and held it
pressed tight to her throbbing heart.
Harry stood erect, vigilant, staring.