THE FRENCH LESSONS.
Doctor Fabian and Margaret Frank sat in the superintendent's library
with an open book before them. The French lessons had really begun. The
teacher was grave, earnest, and enthusiastic, but the pupil seemed
listless and indifferent. She had agreeably relieved the monotony of
the first lesson which had been given a few days before, by asking the
doctor all sorts of questions about his past history, his position as
Waldemar Nordeck's tutor, the manner of life at Altenhof, etc. To-day
she was bent upon finding out what study so absorbed this incorrigible
book-worm, and the retiring scholar, who wished to keep his "History of
Ancient Germany" a profound secret, was driven almost to distraction by
her pointed questions.
"Would it not be well for us to begin our lesson now, Fraeulein Frank?"
he asked, imploringly. "We shall accomplish nothing if we go on in this
way; we are not speaking French at all."
"Pshaw! who wants to pore over stupid French lessons, when so many
interesting and amusing things are going on here?" exclaimed Gretchen,
impatiently turning over the leaves of her French reading-book. "My
head is full of entirely different things; life at Villica is
wonderfully exciting just at present."
"_I_ do not think so," returned Doctor Fabian, patiently turning back
to the page, where they had left off reading.
The young lady gave him an inquisitorial glance.
"Then you must be blind and deaf, Doctor Fabian," she said. "You, above
all others, ought to know what is going on in the castle, for you are
Herr Nordeck's friend and confidant. Something has occurred, you cannot
deny it; now that the young landlord has left, everything over there is
in a great commotion. Messengers are flying to and fro, Count Morynski
and Prince Leo are passing back and forth from Villica to Radowicz, and
our haughty, domineering princess looks as if the end of the world were
just at hand. And such goings-on as there are all night in the park!
There is a constant fetching and carrying, a continual tramping up and
down. You must know all about it, for your windows open on the park."
Herr Frank had stipulated that French only should be spoken at his
daughter's lessons, and here Gretchen was rattling on glibly in her
native tongue, as if no French phrases were in existence.
Doctor Fabian turned uneasily on his chair, and said, despairingly, in
his best French, that he knew absolutely nothing of these matters, and
that they were no concern of his.
"Papa says the very same thing," persisted Gretchen, "whenever I ask
him; he cannot possibly be involved in any conspiracy, and yet his
silence would lead one to believe that he was, Don't you think so?"
"My dear mademoiselle, my best efforts to teach you will be useless if
you are constantly absorbed in these outside things. I have been here
half an hour, and we have not read a single page. Attend to your
lesson, I entreat you."
He offered her the book certainly for the sixth time. She finally took
it with a resigned air, and said in an injured tone,--
"Ah, I understand! I am not to be let into the secret; but I shall
discover it, and then you will all be sorry you placed so little
confidence in me. I certainly know how to keep a secret."
She began to read a French poem, but in an exasperated tone and with a
purposely wretched pronunciation which almost drove her teacher to
despair.
She was in the midst of the second stanza, when a carriage entered the
yard. No one was in it, but the coachman seemed perfectly well
acquainted, for he unharnessed immediately. A maid-servant entered with
the announcement that Assessor Hubert, being detained by business in
the village, had sent on his coachman to inquire if he might again
presume on the superintendent's hospitality.
There was nothing unusual in this request. The assessor always passed
the night at the superintendent's house when official duties' brought
him to Villica, and he managed that this should occur pretty often.
Herr Frank had driven out into the country, but would return at
evening. Margaret gave orders that the coachman and his horses should
be cared for, and that the guest-chamber should be put in order.
"When the assessor comes, our French lesson will be over," said
Margaret to the doctor; "but, never mind, he shall not disturb us long.
Before he has been here five minutes, I will drop a remark concerning
the secret doings in the park, and he will hurry over there and hide
behind a tree; then we shall be rid of him."
"For heaven's sake, don't do that! Don't send him over there!" cried
Fabian, in the greatest terror. "Keep him here by all means."
Margaret was startled. "What does this mean, Doctor Fabian? I thought
you knew nothing, absolutely nothing; why, then, are you so alarmed?"
The doctor lowered his eyes and looked like a detected criminal with no
hope of escape. But he was incapable of falsehood, and finally said,
looking the young girl full in the face,--
"I am a peace-loving man, Mademoiselle Frank, and I never intrude into
the secrets of others. I actually know nothing of what is going on in
the castle, but during the last few days I have been forced to see that
something is going on. Herr Nordeck has only given me a hint now and
then, but I have no doubt that the proceedings here involve great
danger."
"Not for _us_?" replied Gretchen, with a feeling of the utmost
security. "Herr Nordeck is away, the assessor cannot seize him; you are
beyond suspicion; and as for the princess and Prince Leo--"
"They are Waldemar's mother and brother; do you not see that every blow
directed against them will strike him too? He is master of the castle,
and responsible for all that occurs there."
"And so he should be," exclaimed Gretchen, excitedly. "Why does he go
away, leaving every gate and door open to conspiracy? Why does he side
with his relatives?"
"He does not side with them," returned Fabian; "on the contrary, he
opposes them. His journey has the sole purpose--but, my dear young
lady, do not force me to speak of things which I dare not mention even
to you. This much I do know: it is Waldemar's earnest wish to protect
his mother and brother. At his departure he made me promise to see and
hear nothing of what took place in and around the castle; your father
received similar instructions. I heard Waldemar charge him to see that
the princess remained unmolested during his absence; and now, when the
superintendent is away, some ill chance brings the assessor here; he is
bent upon making discoveries, and will do so, unless we can manage to
prevent it. I am perfectly helpless."
"That comes from concealing things from me," pouted Gretchen. "If
confidence had been placed in me, I should have had a timely quarrel
with the assessor, and he would not have come here for many a day. But
I shall think of some plan."
"Do so by all means!" entreated the doctor. "You have great influence
over the assessor; keep him here; he must not go near the castle."
The young girl shook her head dubiously. "You do not know Hubert," she
said; "nothing will detain him here if he once scents conspiracy or
mischief, as he surely will if he stays at Villica. He must not remain
in this house. Ah, I have it now! I'll let him make a proposal to me,
(he always begins one, but I never allow him to finish it,) and then I
will refuse him. He will be so furious that he will rush headlong back
to L----."
"I will upon no consideration consent to such a thing," protested the
doctor. "Whatever happens, your life's happiness must not be
sacrificed."
"Do you suppose that my life's happiness is at all dependent upon
Assessor Hubert?" asked Gretchen, with a scornful curl of the lips.
Fabian certainly believed this to be the case; he had received the
assurance from Hubert's own lips.
"Such things are too sacred for trifling," he said, reproachfully. "The
assessor would sooner or later learn the truth, and would be deeply
wounded, perhaps estranged from you forever."
Although nothing would so much have delighted Gretchen as an eternal
estrangement from the assessor, her conscience reproved her for the
trifling part she had contemplated acting. After a moment's reflection,
she said: "Then the only alternative left us is to set him upon the
wrong track. All Villica is involved in intrigues, why should we not
follow suit? But, seriously, do we not conspire against our own
government when we prevent its representatives from doing their duty?"
"The assessor has no special orders," replied the doctor, growing
courageous all at once. "In coming here he pursues only his own
ambitious schemes. We do no wrong in averting an unnecessary calamity
which might result from the inordinate zeal of an official."
"Well, then we will have recourse to a little piece of strategy. The
assessor must not remain here over fifteen minutes; if he does, he will
be out on the chase for conspirators. There he is now coming across the
yard. Leave all to me;--now let us resume our French lesson."
When the assessor entered a few moments after, Fraeulein Frank was
reading the third stanza of her French poem. He was delighted to find
that Doctor Fabian had kept his word, and that the future counsellor's
wife was diligently acquiring that higher culture so indispensable to
the exalted position she would one day occupy. He greeted both tutor
and pupil very graciously, and after some polite inquiries after the
superintendent, took the proffered seat.
"Your former pupil has surprised us all," he said, complaisantly, to
Doctor Fabian. "Do you know that on his way through our town he called
upon the governor on official business?"
"I knew that he proposed doing so," replied Fabian.
"His Excellency was much gratified by the visit," continued Hubert,
"for he had abandoned all hope of aid from this side. Herr Nordeck was
also so amiable as to invite the governor to take part in a hunt at
Villica, and he hinted of other invitations no less surprising."
"Did his Excellency accept?" asked Gretchen.
"Certainly! He considered the invitation a great concession on the part
of a man who has so long been under hostile influences, and felt in
duty bound to accept it. Really, Doctor Fabian, you would do me a great
favor if you would give me some definite information concerning the
actual position of Herr Nordeck--"
"You will learn nothing from Doctor Fabian; he is more reserved even
than our young landlord himself," interrupted Gretchen, feeling bound
to come to the rescue of her accomplice, who was no actor and could not
play his part properly. A sense of guilt almost choked him; he could
not banish the thought that the assessor was to be deceived, and that
he was to aid in deceiving him. Gretchen, however, took the matter less
seriously, and marched straight on to her purpose.
"Will you take tea with us, Herr Assessor?" she asked. "You undoubtedly
have business over at Janowo?"
"Not that I know of. Why just there?"
"Well, I only meant--We have heard so much of the proceedings over
there for some days past, that I thought perhaps you had been
commissioned to make a search in that place."
The assessor was fully aroused. "Conceal nothing from me, I beseech
you!" he said, eagerly. "Tell me all you know about Janowo."
The doctor pushed back his chair unobserved. In his own eyes he was the
blackest of conspirators, while his pupil showed a surprising talent
for intrigue. She allowed herself to be questioned, and little by
little she revealed all she had learned in the last few days, but with
one important variation--she changed the field of operations from
Villica to Janowo, the adjoining estate. Her plan succeeded far beyond
her expectations. The assessor bit eagerly at the bate, and when
Margaret had told all she knew, he sprang to his feet in feverish
excitement.
"Excuse me, Fraeulein Frank," he said, "for not awaiting your father's
coming. I must return to E---- at once."
"But not on foot; it is half an hour's walk."
"I must go _incognito_," whispered Hubert, mysteriously. "I will leave
my carriage here, so that it may appear as if I were still at your
house. Do not expect me to supper. Good-bye, Fraeulein Margaret." So
saying, he hurried away.
"He is going to E----," said Gretchen, exultingly, "in search of the
two gendarmes stationed there; he will hasten with them to Janowo, and
all three will pry about there until late at night. Villica is well rid
of them."
Her anticipations were realized; the assessor returned from his
expedition at a very late hour. As it had naturally been unsuccessful,
he was out of humor, and, besides, he was chilled through and through.
Unaccustomed to the night-air, he had taken such a severe cold that
even Gretchen felt some sympathy for him. She made him herb teas, and
nursed him the whole day with a solicitude that more than consoled him
for his affliction. Unfortunately, Gretchen's thoughtful care and
evident anxiety strengthened his conviction of her devoted love for
him. Doctor Fabian also called upon the invalid, and showed so much
sympathy for him, that the assessor was much affected and greatly
comforted. He did not know that all these attentions sprang from the
remorseful feelings of the two conspirators, and he finally returned to
L----, not cured of his cold, but in the best of spirits.
The inmates of the castle little dreamed to whom they owed their
security upon that night, when all their secret doings were in danger
of being unveiled. At the very moment when Doctor Fabian and Margaret
Frank were arranging their plan, a grave family consultation took place
in the apartments of the princess. Count Morynski and Leo were in full
travelling costume; the carriage which brought the count and his
daughter half an hour previously, stood waiting at the door. Leo and
Wanda had withdrawn to the deep recess of the central window, and were
engaged in earnest conversation, while the princess and her brother
also conversed apart, in a half audible tone.
"As matters stand," said the princess, "it is fortunate that
circumstances require your immediate departure. I am glad to have Leo
go with you, for he could not remain at Villica if Waldemar should
assume an attitude of open hostility."
"And will you remain, Maryna?" asked the count.
"I must; it is the only thing I can do for you at present. I believe
with you that an open conflict with Waldemar would be useless and
dangerous. We have, for the time being, abandoned Villica as the centre
of operations; but you and Leo can still send messengers here, and
receive tidings from us in return. The castle will also be your refuge
in case the worst should happen, and you be obliged to recross the
frontier. Peace will not be violated on this side. When do you think of
crossing?"
"Probably to-night, and the last transport of weapons will follow
us. We must take them all away before Waldemar's return day after
to-morrow, for he will be likely to have the castle searched."
"He will find nothing," said the princess; "we have obeyed his orders.
But he shall atone for his tyranny. I have in my hands the means of
retribution, and also those of arresting his course if he should
attempt to go further."
The conversation was here interrupted by the approach of Leo and Wanda.
"Mamma, it is impossible for me to change Wanda's determination," said
Leo, in an exasperated tone. "She persists in remaining at home, and
positively refuses to come to Villica."
"What foolishness is this, Wanda?" asked the princess, gazing at her
niece in astonishment. "Months ago it was arranged that you would come
to me when the long contemplated absence of your father should occur.
You can not and ought not to remain alone at home. I am your natural
protector, and you ought to stay with me."
"I beg your pardon, Aunt Maryna, but I can not and will not be a guest
in a house whose master stands in open hostility to us."
"Do you suppose it is agreeable to your aunt to remain here?" asked the
count, reprovingly. "She makes the sacrifice for our sakes; can you not
be as magnanimous as she?"
"But my presence here is not needed," replied Wanda, excitedly. "The
reasons that influence my aunt do not affect me at all. Let me go home,
papa."
"Yield, Wanda," entreated Leo; "stay with my mother. For my sake,
overcome your hatred for Waldemar, and remain at Villica."
He seized her hand, but she forcibly withdrew it. "Let me go, Leo," she
said. "If you knew why your mother desires to have me near her, you
would be the first to oppose it."
"Bronislaw, assert your paternal authority, and command your daughter
to stay at Villica," said the princess, sternly.
"If you force me to remain," returned Wanda, highly incensed at these
harsh words, "my father and Leo shall know the reason. You wish to
place me as a shield between you and your son. You think me the only
one Waldemar will not sacrifice, the only one who can restrain him. I
do not believe it, for I know him better than you do; but it is
immaterial which of us is right. I will not make the trial."
"No, you shall not make it," broke out Leo; "you shall remain at home.
If Waldemar's old passion is not buried and forgotten, you shall not
pass a day in his presence."
"Control your anger, Leo; it is quite uncalled for," said Wanda; but
her own voice indicated anything but composure. "I shall not again
permit myself to be a tool in my aunt's hands. I once trifled with this
man and with his love--I shall not do so a second time. He has made me
feel his contempt; I know how the remembrance stings him; but that was
the mere whim of a thoughtless child. I would rather die than become
the instrument through which any of my aunt's schemes could be carried
out. I could not live to read in his eyes the contempt I should merit."
"Do you then care so much for Waldemar that you would rather die than
incur his contempt?" asked Leo. "Can you read the language of his eyes
so well?"
Wanda drew herself up to her full height; her cheeks glowed, her eyes
flashed, she gave the young prince a look of withering scorn, and was
about to reply to him, when her father interposed,--
"Don't be jealous, Leo! Why embitter our parting, and wound Wanda's
feelings at the last moment? Since you insist upon it, my daughter
shall remain at home. Your mother will yield to you on this point, but
you must cease harassing Wanda by your suspicions. Time is passing, and
we must say good-bye."
He embraced his daughter tenderly, and seemed loth to release her from
his sheltering arms. The princess waited in vain for the approach of
her son, who stood before her with sullen brow and downcast eyes,
biting his lips until they bled.
"Will you not bid me adieu, Leo?" she asked.
He started from his gloomy revery. "Not now, mamma. I am not needed
just yet; I will remain a few days."
"_Leo!_" exclaimed the count, angrily, while Wanda, with the same
indignant outcry, released herself from her father's embrace. But these
protests only strengthened the young man in his determination.
"I shall remain!" he persisted; "two or three days can make no
difference. I shall accompany Wanda home, and assure myself that she is
to remain there; and, above all, I shall await Waldemar's return, and
obtain an explanation from him. I shall question him in regard to his
sentiments for my betrothed. I shall--"
"Prince Leo Zulieski will do his duty," interposed the princess, in a
clear, cold voice, contrasting strangely with the excited tones of her
son. "He will accompany his uncle as he has promised to do, and not for
one moment leave his side."
"I cannot," said Leo, vehemently,--"I cannot leave here with this
anguished suspense gnawing at my heart. Wanda's hand has been promised
to me, but I am never allowed to assert my rights; she has always
coldly sided with my mother, saying that she would be the prize of the
contest in which I am about to engage. I now demand that she shall be
publicly and solemnly declared my betrothed bride, in Waldemar's
presence--before his very eyes. He has lately undergone a surprising
transformation from an obedient vassal to lord and master; ere my
return, I might find him transformed into Wanda's ardent lover."
"No, Leo, that will never happen," replied Wanda, contemptuously; "but
your brother certainly would not hesitate to do his duty, even at the
cost of love and happiness."
She could not have uttered words more exasperating; Leo completely lost
his self-control.
"O, not he! but it might cost me both if I should now leave you, with
your boundless admiration for his character and his patriotism. Uncle
Bronislaw, I ask only a three days' postponement of my departure; I
shall claim it, even without your consent. I know that nothing of
importance will occur immediately, and I shall be with you in season."
The princess was about to interfere, but the count forestalled her,
saying peremptorily and authoritatively, "It is for me to decide this
matter, Leo, and not you; I demand the obedience you have promised me
as your commander. You must either go with me now or be dismissed from
my service. Take your choice."
"He will obey you, Bronislaw," said the princess, solemnly, "or he is
no longer my son. Decide, Leo! Your uncle will keep his word."
Leo had a violent conflict with himself. His uncle's threat and his
mother's command would have alike proved powerless, now that his
jealousy was so thoroughly aroused, if he had not known that by
remaining he would incur Wanda's scorn; that decided him. He sprang to
her side, and again seized her hand.
"I will go," he said; "but promise me that during my absence you will
avoid Villica, and see my mother only at your own home. Promise me,
above all, that you will keep aloof from Waldemar."
"No such promise is needed," she said, mildly; "I have already refused
to remain at Villica."
Leo breathed more freely. Yes, it was true, she had positively refused
to endure his brother's presence.
"Some day I may apologize to you for wounding your feelings," he said;
"but I cannot do so now, Wanda." He pressed her hand convulsively, and
added, "I do not believe you could betray yourself and us by loving
this Waldemar Nordeck, who is our enemy and our oppressor. You must
cherish no sentiment of respect or admiration for him. It is bad enough
for me to know that he loves you, and that you are near him."
"Leo's impulsive nature will give you great trouble," said the princess
in an undertone to her brother. "He cannot comprehend the meaning of
the word 'discipline.'"
"He will learn it," replied the count, firmly. "And now good-bye,
Maryna; we must go."
The parting was brief, and less tender than it would have been but for
the discord which had preceded it. Wanda received Leo's embrace in
silence and did not return it, but she threw herself with passionate
devotion upon her father's breast. As the mother bade her son good-bye,
she whispered some words of warning in his ear of so grave a character
that he immediately released himself from her arms. The count once more
silently pressed his sister's hand, and then both men passed into the
hall, wrapped their cloaks around them, and entered the carriage which
awaited them. There was one more greeting to the two ladies who stood
at the window, and then they were whirled rapidly away.
The princess and her niece were alone. Wanda threw herself upon a sofa
and buried her face among the cushions; the princess stood at a window
and gazed long and wistfully after the carriage that was bearing her
darling into conflict and danger. When she turned toward Wanda, her
white face and agitated manner plainly told what parting with her son
had cost her.
"It was unpardonable in you, Wanda," she said, "in an hour like this,
to arouse Leo's jealousy in order to make him obey you; you know how
susceptible he is upon this point."
Wanda raised her head; there were traces of tears upon her cheeks.
"You forced me to it, aunt," she said; "I had no other alternative.
And, besides, I had no idea that Leo could be jealous of Waldemar."
"My child," replied the princess, in an icy tone, "I have never taken
Leo's part when he has tormented you with his jealous suspicions, but
to-day I see that they are well founded. I fully concur in your
determination not to remain here, where you will be thrown into daily
association with Waldemar. For Leo's sake and your own, you had better
go."
Wanda started from her reclining posture. She gazed at her aunt with
dilated eyes, and white lips that were incapable of speech; she felt
like one on the brink of a precipice; almost fainting, she grasped the
arm of the sofa for support.
"You deceive yourself," she at length found strength to say; "or you
wish to deceive me. I have not deserved this insult."
The princess gazed long and searchingly into the face of her niece. "I
know that you have no premonition of your danger," she said, "and
therefore I warn you. Somnambulists must be wakened before they reach
those giddy heights where awakening will cause their destruction.
Energy and an iron will have always been the traits of manly character
you most admired; Waldemar undeniably possesses these, while Leo, who
is endowed with so many brilliant qualities, unfortunately is wanting
in them both. Do not place too much reliance upon your hatred for
Waldemar; some day you may find it quite another sentiment. I seek to
open your eyes before it is too late, and I believe that the day is not
distant when you will thank me for so doing."
"I already thank you," replied Wanda, in a low voice.
"Let us dismiss the subject, then; I hope there is no danger as yet.
To-morrow I will accompany you home. I must now see that the necessary
precautions are taken to-night, so that no harm may befall us in these
last moments of our stay at Villica. I will myself give the orders, and
superintend everything in person."
So saying, the princess left the room, firmly convinced that she had
done her duty and averted an imminent danger by thus boldly rending
asunder the veil which had covered Wanda's heart. If she could have
seen the young girl sink back upon her seat as if crushed by remorse
and sorrow, she would have discovered that the giddy height where an
outcry might prove fatal had been reached already. No cry of alarm
could now avail, either to warn or to rescue. The awakening came too
late.