HIS EXCELLENCY AGAIN
If the truth must be confessed I had surprised myself quite as much as
Count Gustav in declaring my wish that Karl should marry Madame
d'Artelle. I had spoken in response to the feeling of hot resentment
he had roused by his bitter taunt that a marriage with me would prove
an effectual disgrace for Karl.
And what stung me was the obvious truth of it all.
My father was the proscribed murderer of the man who, had he lived,
would have been the future occupant of the new throne; and for Karl to
marry such a man's daughter must mean absolute death to his chance of
succeeding to that throne.
The gall and wormwood of that thought were intolerable. Madame
d'Artelle, ex-police spy as she was, bigamist as she would be, and with
a past that would not bear investigation, was a suitable and eligible
match compared with me! And the torture I suffered as this conclusion
forced itself home, is not easy to describe.
One thing was clearly borne in upon me. I would not marry either Karl
or any other man until that slur was off my name. I would not rest
until that was done. The wish to clear up the mystery which I had at
first felt mainly for my dead father's sake, now quickened into a
passionate resolve on my own account. For my own sake I must and would
get to the bottom of the mystery; and the risk of neither my fortune
nor my safety should be allowed to come between me and it.
I had called it a tangle; and what a tangle it was! Whichever way I
moved there were difficulties that seemed insuperable. In one
direction Gareth's pretty, smiling, trustful face blocked my path.
Unless I broke my pledge to her, I could not open my lips to her
father. And if I did not tell him, I might get no farther forward to
my end. If he held the key to the mystery, it was only too probable
that, as Count Gustav had implied, he could not speak without accusing
himself. It was therefore useless to deal with him until I had found
the means of compelling him to say what he knew.
Count Gustav himself knew of my father's innocence, and had pledged his
honour to help me to clear it; but even if I trusted him, which I did
not, the price was connivance in his schemes--in Gareth's fate and
Karl's undoing. That door was therefore shut in my face.
There remained Duke Ladislas, General von Erlanger and Karl himself.
The Duke was hopeless, so far as I was concerned. The General most
unlikely to help me. As for Karl, I doubted whether he knew anything,
or even if he did know, whether he possessed a spark of the energy
necessary to help.
Could I infuse that energy into him?
As the question leaped into my mind, I began to think earnestly of the
means to do this. If Count Gustav was right in what he had said in his
jeering, flaunting way about Karl's feelings for me, I might indeed
have much power over him. Up to this point I had been stumbling at
random and in the dark in regard to Karl. I had had an indefinite plan
to secure his influence by saving him from the ruin which others
threatened. But now a much clearer path opened.
And then I saw how my impulse of anger could be used for my
purpose--the impulse which had led me to agree that the plan for the
marriage with Madame d'Artelle should go forward.
My original plan had been to let the elopement take place and then go
to the house, "Unter den Linden," and by exposing Madame d'Artelle,
frighten her away and at the same time establish my influence with Karl.
I saw a better plan, however, into which all the preparations I had
made would fit admirably. There was risk in it and danger to my own
reputation; but I could take care of that. I was too desperate to be
scared by any fear of consequences. What I thought to do now was to
play Madame's part in the business, and to take her place in the
carriage with Karl. I guessed that Gustav would see to it that he was
stupefied with either drink or drugs, when the crisis came; and in a
dark carriage, closely veiled, I could trust myself to maintain the
deception successfully.
I knew that Gustav was to bring his brother to the carriage; and in
this way I could delude him as to my own movements. That was as
essential to my plans as it was that I should have free and full
opportunities of exerting my influence upon Karl.
I had to think also of my personal safety. I did not under-rate the
risk which I was now to run on that account. In pitting myself against
Count Gustav I was fighting the whole influence which his father
wielded. The Duke had not scrupled to sacrifice my father; and was not
likely to be less drastic in dealing with me if I stood in his way.
And one word from Count Gustav would be enough to bring the whole force
of his anger upon me.
I was deliberating what steps to take when a note was brought to me
from General von Erlanger, asking me in somewhat urgent terms to go and
see him.
I was glad of the chance. I might find out from him how far the Duke
would have power to threaten my safety should Count Gustav obtain his
help.
But I found his Excellency very far removed from an inclination to
discuss serious matters seriously. I saw at once that he had dressed
himself with more than usual care; he was wearing a number of the
orders he had received in the course of a successful diplomatic and
political career; and he welcomed me with genial smiles and quite
unnecessary warmth. He held my hand so long indeed, as he greeted me,
that his two daughters noticed it. I saw them nudge each other and
snigger, and I had to give quite a tug to get it away.
He insisted upon my staying to dinner, all unprepared though I was; and
when I pleaded that I had no dinner costume, he declared that I was
never anything but charming; and that he would take no excuse.
The girls carried me away to put my hair tidy, and then gave me their
confidences about their father and the new governess. She was a
"beast," it seemed, according to Charlotte; and the General wished me
to return.
"Father misses his chess with you," she said, with the ingenuous
directness of her age: "that is why he wants you back. We think he's
going to make you his secretary as well. He talks an awful lot about
wanting help."
"He took over an hour dressing himself when he knew you were coming,"
chimed in the younger, Sophia; "and he made Charlotte go and tell him
if his hair was parted straight."
"He's always talking about how well you play chess, and how clever you
are."
"And he never puts those orders on unless somebody awfully particular
is coming!" They rattled on in this way at considerable length; and
during dinner watched the General's conduct to me very closely, nodding
and smiling significantly at me, and winking at each other.
I had remained a week in the house after my coming to an understanding
with him, and before I went to Madame d'Artelle's and during that time
we had had more than one confidential talk.
When an old man yields to the influence of a very young woman, it is
often a considerable surrender. It had been so in his Excellency's
case; and I was quite conscious that I could do a great deal with him.
Vivien could with Merlin; and a Minister of ripe and long experience
can make a very interesting Merlin.
In those talks of ours he had sometimes forgotten the difference of
forty years in our ages, and more than once had paid me compliments
which might have been almost embarrassing had I been minded to take
them at all literally.
The girls' chatter had therefore prepared me in a measure for what
might be to follow when they had been sent away and we two were once
again face to face over the chess board.
"I have missed my chess very much, Miss Gilmore. I can't tell you how
much."
"You should teach Charlotte to play."
"She would never learn. She is just a child, no more."
"You are not playing well yourself, to-night."
He laughed. "That's what I like about you. You blurt the truth out
with delightful frankness. I don't want to play to-night."
"Is that why you say you've missed your chess so much?"
"I've missed your white hands moving among the men, more than the game
itself." He spoke very quickly, and fumbling nervously among the men
upset two of them.
I made a move then that was not chess. I'm not sure that it was quite
fair to him indeed. Pretending haste in picking the pieces up, I
touched his hand and glanced at him. Our eyes met; and withdrawing my
hand quickly, I upset some more men, with a suggestion of agitation.
"I beg your pardon," I stammered. "I'm afraid I don't remember how
they stood. I--I think I'm a little confused."
"Why should you be?" he asked, with a glance.
"I don't know. It's very silly. I don't understand myself. I--I
believe I'm nervous."
"I can't imagine you nervous--er--Christabel." It was very daring of
him; but he tried to say it as if it was his rule to use my name.
I cast my eyes down and sighed. "I think I'll go now," I said after a
pause; "if you don't mind."
"But I _do_ mind, very much. Don't bother about the game. I don't
care where the men were."
I smiled. "Possibly; but I think I was going to win. I began to see
mate ahead."
"I wish _I_ could," he declared.
"General!" I cried in protest; to let him see that I understood. I had
given him the opening intentionally, but had scarcely expected he would
take such immediate advantage of it.
We both laughed; he with a suggestion of triumph.
"If I am not to go, we had better set the men and start a new game," I
said, and began to arrange the pieces for the game.
"I don't wish to play. I wish to talk," he declared, and then very
abruptly he got up and began to walk about the room, until he stopped
suddenly close to me. I knew what was coming then.
"Do you know why I wished you to come here to-day?"
"Yes, I think so--but don't ask it." I was very serious and met his
eyes frankly.
"How quick you are, and how daring. Any other woman would have been
afraid to say that--afraid of being thought conceited. Why shouldn't I
ask it?"
"I don't want to lose one out of the only friends I have in Pesth,
perhaps the only one, General. And--other reasons."
He looked down at me and sighed. "Just now----" he began, when I
interrupted him.
"I did it intentionally, thinking this thing should be settled at once,
better at once--and for always, General."
"I have found out since you went what I never suspected before. I am a
very lonely old man, for all my wealth and my position."
"We can still play chess--if not to-night; still on other nights.
To-night, I too want to talk to you."
He made no answer, but moved away and walked about the room again in
silence; throwing himself at length into a lounge chair and staring in
front of him blankly and disconsolately.
After a time he roused himself and gave a deep, long sigh.
"Very well. We must leave it there, I suppose."
"No, we can't leave it there, General. I told you I wanted to talk to
you." I left my chair and taking one close to his side, I laid my hand
on his. "I need a friend so sorely. Won't you be that friend?"
His fingers closed on my hand, and he held it in a firm clasp.
"With all my heart, yes," he answered. "What is the matter?"
His ready assent moved me so that for the moment I could not reply.
"If I tell you all my little story, you will hold it in confidence?"
He looked up and smiled. "I would do much more than that for you,
Christabel," he answered, simply, using my name now without any
hesitation, and in a quite different tone from that before. "You may
trust me implicitly, child, on my honour."
"I am going to surprise you. The name I bear is not my father's. I
took it when my uncle, John P. Gilmore, died and left me his fortune.
He made me a wealthy woman. My father was of Pesth, Colonel von
Dreschler. I have come here to seek justice for his name and mine. I
see how this affects you. If you cannot help me, I will say no more."
He released my hand to press his own to his eyes; and when he withdrew
it he gazed at me very earnestly.
"You are his child! _Gott in Himmel_, his child."
"I did not hide my name because I was ashamed of it," I said.
"You have no need, Christabel. It was a damnable thing that was done.
He was my friend, and I will help you all I can."
Then without reserve I told him everything I had learnt and all that I
had done. He let me tell the story without interruption, and put his
questions at the end.
"I cannot tell you you are not in danger from Count Gustav and his
father. Your very name is a source of danger; and were you another
woman I should counsel you with all insistence to give this up and go
away. But you will not do that. I know you too well. I must think
how to protect you. You have set me a very difficult task; but it
shall not be impossible. Yet I dare not let my hand be seen in it. I
will think it all over until I find a way. Meanwhile, trust me as your
father would have done; and let me hear something of you every day. I
shall know no ease of mind if I do not hear, every day. A note or
message, saying all is well with you, will be enough. And if you find
yourself in any trouble, let me know of it--I shall guess it, indeed,
if I do not hear any day from you. And I will pledge myself to get you
out--even if I have to appeal to Vienna on your behalf."
"I need no more than the knowledge that your help is behind me. But
you think the danger is really serious?"
"If you threaten Count Gustav, you threaten the whole Patriotic cause;
and if I could tell you the things that have been done to build up that
great national movement even you might be daunted and turned from your
purpose."
"Not while I live," I cried, resolutely.
"You are your father's child. He was as staunch and brave and fearless
as any man that ever drew breath, but he was broken, and was but one of
many victims. A policy of this stern kind has no bowels of compassion
for man, woman, or child. Pray God you may never have to look in vain
for that compassion."
"You almost frighten me," I said. His earnestness was so intense.
"No, nothing can do that, I am sure. If I could indeed frighten you
out of this purpose of yours, I would; but instead, I will help you. I
have many means, of course; and will exhaust them all. Go now, and let
me think for you."
As we rose he stumbled against the table on which stood the chess
board. He turned to me with a smile.
"I am afraid it will be some time before we play again. But the day
will come, Christabel. It shall, or I am no player at this other game."
And with this note of confidence we parted.