KAFFEE KLATSCH
Edestone had now been at the Embassy for about a week and was wondering
what would be the next move on the part of the German General Staff.
He knew that General von Lichtenstein was not waiting for the return of
the Emperor, for he was in Berlin. In fact he had seen him driving past
the Embassy in his big automobile with the General. Edestone was just
coming out, and although he was not certain, he thought that the
General had recognized him, for he leaned over and spoke to the
Emperor, who looked straight at the American.
He had heard nothing, but from what the different officers at the clubs
had dropped, he was confident that he had not been forgotten. These had
all received him with great show of cordiality, and among Count von
Hemelstein’s friends there had sprung up a certain friendliness, which
he knew was due to the Count’s influence. The Count himself, on the
other hand, seemed now to be a little bit ill at ease when in his
presence. He said to Edestone one night after he had been drinking
quite heavily:
“Mr. Edestone, it is a great pity that you have come over here and
mixed up in our troubles. It is too late now, however; you could not
get out if you tried,” and then with a sneer, “not even if you called
to your assistance Princess Wilhelmina, who seems to take so much
interest in you.”
Edestone decided that the German General Staff were preparing their
answer to the new condition that had been brought about by his
invention, and that they were waiting for additional information before
delivering it. He knew that they must realize that some action must be
taken, but with the forethought for which they were so celebrated they
were preparing the way. When they had satisfied themselves that they
were in possession of all of the facts that could be gotten without his
assistance, and had looked at these from every possible standpoint, he
would be sent for, and not until then.
Several days after his sight of the Emperor, Edestone, in passing
through the halls of the Embassy, was approached by one of the German
servants, who in a rather mysterious manner handed him a note, which
read as follows:
“Dear Mr. Edestone: Please have Mr. Stuyvesant bring you to tea
on Tuesday afternoon. It is a matter of the greatest importance.
I must see you.
“PRINCESS WILHELMINA.”
He knew that Princess Wilhelmina was in Berlin. Lawrence had seen her
at the house of Princess Adolph, and in his joking way had said that
she had inquired very particularly after the American inventor, and
that Count von Hemelstein, who thought he was the “candy kid,” was very
jealous.
But why had she sent for him? he thought. When he spoke to
Lawrence, he in his usual jocular manner exclaimed: “Ah, so now you are
to have Kaffee Klatsch with the Princess. I told you so. The lady is in
love with you, and the Emperor is going to offer you her hand in
marriage after he has bestowed on you an Iron Cross in return for one
of your quack medicines.”
Edestone, who declined to take any notice of this, thoughtfully said:
“Can it be possible that she also is a traitor? She cannot imagine for
one moment that she will be able to accomplish what her father was
unable to do, but God gives women confidence in themselves to
compensate them for the fact that nobody else has.” With an impatient
gesture, “No, no, Lawrence, that is impossible! That sweet little
child!”
“Ah!” said Lawrence, “so little Willie Westinghouse has fallen for the
baby stare?”
“You are absurd, Lawrence,” said Edestone with a rather embarrassed
expression. “It is perfectly clear. She feels deeply her father’s
disgrace, and perhaps she thinks that I might do something to help her
to exonerate him.”
“Well,” said Lawrence, “I don’t think there is any satisfaction in
being a hero in Berlin while being locked up in the Tower in London
like her father, but you are the limit. You talk as quietly of using
your influence for a Prince of the Royal Blood with the King of England
as if she were asking you to get her brother a position on the New York
police force. God certainly gave you confidence in yourself.”
“There is nothing very strange about that,” replied Edestone. “As I
understand it, the only thing that they have against the Duke of
Windthorst is that he was dining with Rebener and myself, and were I to
state that at no time during the dinner had he shown any disloyalty to
his King and country, it might do a little good. But whatever it is, we
will go and see this afternoon.”
About half-past five they were driven to the handsome residence
occupied by Princess Adolph when in Berlin.
They were immediately shown into a large and beautiful room in the
style of Louis XVI., which had evidently been designed and executed by
a French artist. It was free from the brutal touch which the Germans
show in their attempt at the refinement of the French Renaissance of
that period.
They were received by Princess Adolph, a very striking young woman, who
shocked all of Berlin by affecting French clothes, French language, and
a French mode of life. She was surrounded by some of the dashing young
officers of the very exclusive army set. These glared through their
monocles when the Americans were announced and did not try to hide
their annoyance.
Lawrence, without taking the slightest notice of these “Knights of the
Butchered Face,” as he called them, with his usual careless and
frivolous manner, went over to the Princess and immediately began to
shower upon her in the most effusive manner compliment after
compliment, which she received with laughter. She rather prided herself
on shocking Berlin by pretending to be tremendously interested in this
wild young American.
The Princess turned to Edestone and extended her hand. He had
hesitated; he resented the manner of her young gallants, and feared
that they might, with their usual rudeness to Americans in the presence
of women, put him into an embarrassing position. Smiling she said:
“I welcome you, Mr. Edestone, as the greatest lion of them all in this
den of lions,” and with a reproving frown she waved her hand at the
officers who were so poorly hiding their annoyance.
She then turned to Princess Wilhelmina, who was seated behind a large
table and was pouring out a cup of coffee, which she continued to do
when she saw Edestone until it was called to her attention that the cup
was full as well as the saucer.
“Billy,” she nodded, “you and Mr. Edestone are old friends. Give him a
cup of tea; I know he does not like _Kaffee und Schlagsahne_.”
The little Princess, who was very much embarrassed, extended her hand,
which Edestone took and seated himself beside her.
This scene might have been enacted in an English country house if it
had not been so entirely different. The Germans, in their effort to
affect certain charming English customs and Germanize them, in the
process lose the charm. Tea time for the Englishman is the hour of
relaxation after a day in the open, when he can in his easy clothes
receive the homage of the ladies in their beautiful tea-gowns. Whereas
here, these men in their tight-fitting and uncomfortable uniforms, were
attitudinizing and indulging in that military form of gallantry, which
may be picturesque but certainly looks most uncomfortable.
The entrance of the Americans had thrown a chill upon the entire
company. The officers simply refused to open their mouths, and sat
glaring at the two intruders.
Edestone, after having made several attempts to relieve the situation,
relapsed into silence. The feeble efforts of the Princess Wilhelmina
but added to the atmosphere of restraint which she was unable to
dispel.
Princess Adolph up to this time had been entirely monopolized by
Lawrence, but catching an appealing look from her English cousin, came
to the rescue at last. She was apparently in the secret, and in a most
natural manner called upon Princess Wilhelmina to show Mr. Edestone her
new French garden, which she said had been laid out by a young American
studying at the École des Beaux Arts.
Princess Billy, who by this time was in such a state of excitement that
she could scarcely get up from where she was sitting, and as if to
postpone as long as possible the meeting which she had brought upon
herself, managed to say:
“I don’t think that Mr. Edestone is interested in such simple things as
flowers,” but catching the glance that was thrown at her by Princess
Adolph she continued with a nervous little laugh: “Come, Mr. Edestone,
I hope I shall be able to explain everything to you properly.”
When the timid little figure led the way and was followed by that of
the big man with his dignified bearing, one might almost imagine that
it was an indulgent father taking his very frightened little daughter
out to give her a lecture.
When they were on the outside and alone, as she stopped and grasped the
balcony to support herself she said, looking up into his face with eyes
in which tears were gathering:
“Oh, Mr. Edestone, I don’t know what to say! I don’t know what you will
think of me. I know you hate all of us and especially me.”
“Oh, don’t say that, Princess!” interrupted Edestone, moved to pity for
the poor little child who seemed to him, as he looked down into her
sweet little face, almost young enough to have been his own daughter.
“Oh yes you do; I know you do! But I am not what you think I am,” and
in a very hurried manner, looking about her, she continued, lowering
her voice: “I am no traitor to my country, and I know that what my
father did he did because he believed it was his duty.”
“Oh, Princess Wilhelmina!” said Edestone, as if to stop her on this
most disagreeable subject.
“Please do not call me Princess in that sarcastic manner. I hate being
a Princess! I know you hate all of our class, and believe that we are
all as heartless as we are sometimes forced to appear. But it is not of
that that I wish to speak. My sole object in sending for you is to tell
you that I know you are in great danger, and to beg--I mean advise--you
to leave Berlin at once. I know that you believe I am working for them,
and in fact I could not have arranged this interview unless I had left
them under the impression that I was, but I don’t care. Please go
before it is too late.”
Edestone, who at first thought that she might have been playing a part,
was now convinced of her sincerity. “My dear little Princess Billy,” he
said, leaning over and with great effort resisting his inclination to
take her hand, “is that why you sent for me?”
“Yes,” she blushed and smiled when he used the familiar form of
address, “I have heard that you were going to be killed, and I was
determined to warn you, so I pretended to be working for them. Now
please go before it is too late.”
“But, Princess, why did you take all of this risk for me?”
“Oh, I don’t know; but I must show you the garden. I hope that you
won’t think I am very forward.”
She then hurriedly passed into the garden and gave him in a very rapid
and disconnected manner a description of the different plants,
fountains, statues, etc. She hurried back into the drawing-room, but
just before reaching the other group, she said in an undertone:
“Now, won’t you promise me that you will leave Berlin at once?”
Before he had time to answer they were joined by Princess Adolph.
The Americans remained for a few moments and then took their leave. The
little Princess, as she put her icy cold hand in his, gave him an
appealing look.