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2. The diphthong oe is represented by [oe].
3. Compare this to the American edition: "Vineta, The Phantom City,"
by E. Werner and translated by Frances A. Shaw.
UNDER A CHARM.
UNDER A CHARM.
A Novel.
FROM THE GERMAN OF E. WERNER,
By CHRISTINA TYRRELL.
_IN THREE VOLUMES_.
VOL. II.
LONDON:
RICHARD BENTLEY AND SON,
NEW BURLINGTON STREET.
1877.
(_All rights reserved_.)
PART THE SECOND.
(_Continued_.)
UNDER A CHARM.
CHAPTER III.
At an early hour on the following morning the Castle guests, most of
whom had spent the night beneath its roof, took their departure; only
Count Morynski and his daughter remained at Wilicza. As the young
proprietor's arrival had surprised them there, courtesy required that
they should address to him some words of greeting before leaving his
house; the Count, however, considered that, in the utter absence of all
intimacy between himself and his nephew, he would be acting with
propriety in leaving the latter exclusively to his mother for the first
few hours succeeding their meeting, and Wanda was even less eager to
assert the claims of relationship.
The Princess was alone with her two sons. She sat in her accustomed
place in the green drawing-room, with Waldemar opposite her, and Leo
standing by his brother's chair--to all appearances a peaceful, united
family group.
"No, Waldemar, I really cannot forgive you for this," said the lady, in
reproachful tones. "To stop at the steward's! As though your castle
were not at your command at any instant of the day! as though it would
not have been a pleasure to me to introduce you to my guests! I am
almost tempted to look on what you term a mark of consideration for me
as something quite the contrary. I really cannot let your fear of
causing a disturbance serve you as a pretext."
"Well, let my disinclination to come into a crowd of strangers the
moment I arrived serve me as such, then," replied Waldemar. "I really
was not in the humour for it."
"Have you still the old antipathy to everything like society? In that
case we shall have to narrow our connections here at Wilicza."
"Not on my account, I hope. I beg of you not to think of me in the
matter--only you must excuse me if I do not put in a very frequent
appearance in your _salon_. I have, it is true, learned to submit to
the exigencies of society when there is no avoiding them, but they are
still troublesome to me."
The Princess smiled. This tendency, of which she had so long been
aware, accorded exactly with her wishes. Indeed, everything in this
first meeting went to show that she had not erred in her judgment of
Waldemar, that his nature had remained fundamentally the same. There
was no marked change even in his personal appearance. His great height
was more noticeable now than formerly, because he carried himself more
erect, towering far above his tall and slender brother; and the
unripeness, the undeveloped lines of youth had given place to a perfect
manliness of form and bearing which, however, failed to make him more
genial or interesting than of yore. Those plain irregular features
could never be attractive, although the passion and vehemence, which in
the old days so often disfigured them, had yielded to an expression of
cold gravity. One decided advantage Waldemar possessed; his light hair,
'the enormous yellow mane,' as Wanda used satirically to call it, had
been cultivated and restrained in its luxuriant wild abundance. Its
thick masses were brushed back close to his head, leaving the forehead
and temples free; and a fine powerful brow it indisputably was, arched
over the sombre eyes, the one beauty Nature had vouchsafed to the young
man. The rough abruptness of his manner had been in a great measure
toned down. It was evident that he was now familiar with the usages of
society, and able to comply with them without visible constraint; but
there the list of his acquisitions during these years of University
life and of travel ended. An ornament to a drawing-room Waldemar
Nordeck would never be. There was a stand-off, repellant air about him,
a lack of affability; his whole being bore too distinctly the stamp of
a close and sombre reserve for any one ever to feel instinctively drawn
to him.
The contrast between the brothers was even more striking than in former
days. Leo, too, had left far behind him the boy of seventeen; but if,
even at that early age, his appearance had extracted from old Witold
the admission that his enemy's son was 'a picture of a boy,' he now
displayed all the beauty of his people--a beauty which, where it exists
at all, frequently attains to a rare perfection. Somewhat shorter, but
far more slender than Waldemar, he possessed in fullest measure all
those advantages which his elder brother lacked: the nobility of
feature, bringing into strongest relief his speaking likeness to his
mother; the splendid dark eyes, which flashed fire with every passing
emotion; the dark wavy hair, lying in soft and shining curls about his
brow. There was a touch of the romantic about the young Prince's whole
person, happily married to the distinction and refinement of a modern
gentleman. Leo Baratowski was a perfect type of beauty and of chivalry.
"So you have actually brought your old tutor with you?" said he, gaily.
"Well, I wonder at your taste, Waldemar. I was glad when my worthy
preceptor had nothing more to do with me, and should never have dreamed
of taking him as my companion to the University, still less as my
fellow-traveller."
The frigid constraint which always characterised young Nordeck's manner
when conversing with his mother, relaxed to a great extent now, as he
turned to the last speaker.
"You must not look on Dr. Fabian merely in the light of a tutor, Leo.
He has long ago given up teaching, and now devotes himself solely to
his historical studies. It was only his want of means which made him
take to his old profession. He has always been a scholar at heart; but
has never known how to turn his learning to practical account, so there
was nothing left him but to turn 'bear-leader.'"
"His vocation was evident enough. He had all the pedantry and
dry-as-dust manner of a _savant_," said the Princess.
"Were you not satisfied with his reports?" asked Waldemar, coolly.
"With what reports?"
"Those the Doctor used to send you when I first went to the
University," returned Waldemar. "He was in some doubt as to what you
really wanted to know, so I advised him to keep you thoroughly informed
on the subject of my studies. He was explicit enough, I think."
The Princess was startled. "You seem to be acquainted with all the
details of our correspondence, and even to have--superintended it to
some degree."
"Dr. Fabian has no secrets from me, and I thought it natural you would
like to hear about my studies," replied Waldemar, so equably that a
sudden suspicion of his having possibly seen through certain plans of
hers in former days vanished again from his mother's mind. She fancied
she had detected irony in his first remarks, but a glance at that
imperturbable face reassured her. Impossible! Neither he nor his whilom
tutor had the wit to penetrate so deeply below the surface.
"Leo is delighted at the idea of acting as your guide in your shooting
expeditions in and about Wilicza," said she, changing the subject. "I
must make up my mind to see very little of either of you for the next
few weeks."
Waldemar looked up at his brother, who was still leaning against his
chair.
"I am only afraid, Leo, that your idea of sport will prove to be very
different to mine. Even as a sportsman, you will be anxious to preserve
a gentlemanly appearance, so as to be ready in case of need to go
straight from the woods into a drawing-room, whereas, with me, you
would have to go through the bushes, and often enough through the bogs
and fens, after the game. Who knows how that would suit you!"
The young Prince laughed. "I think you will find that sport here in the
woods of Poland is rather a more serious thing than on your peaceful
old hunting-grounds at Altenhof. You will soon be able to judge whether
one finds one's self always in such irreproachable feather after, say,
a chance encounter with the wolves. I have had many an adventure, and
as Wanda is also passionately fond of hunting ... You know she is here,
at Wilicza?"
The question came suddenly, unexpectedly; it was put with a sort of
eager anxiety. Waldemar's tone, on the other hand, was calm and
tranquil as he replied--
"Countess Morynska? Yes. I heard so."
"Countess Morynska!" repeated the Princess, reproachfully. "She is your
cousin, and will soon stand to you in a closer relationship. Leo, you
will tell your brother that which is still a secret as regards the rest
of the world?"
"Certainly," answered the young Prince, quickly; "you must be told, of
course, Waldemar, that--that Wanda is engaged to me."
His eyes scanned his brother's face closely as he said the last words,
and for one second the Princess's keen look rested on it also; but not
the slightest trace of agitation was to be seen there. Waldemar's
features remained absolutely immovable. His manner, too, was unruffled;
he did not even alter his easy, half-negligent attitude.
"Engaged to you? Really?"
"It does not appear to surprise you," said Leo, rather disconcerted at
this equanimity.
"No," replied Waldemar, coldly. "I know you were always attached to
your cousin, and can imagine that neither my mother nor Count Morynski
would place obstacles in the way. I wish you all happiness, Leo."
The young Prince took the offered hand with real and hearty warmth. It
had been rather painful to him to touch upon this topic. He felt he had
done his brother a wrong, that he and Wanda had trifled with his
feelings most thoughtlessly and unkindly; and the calm with which
Waldemar received the news afforded him considerable relief. The
Princess, who herself attached no importance to these bygone matters,
but perceived that the subject should not be treated at any length,
hastened to introduce another.
"You will see Wanda and her father no later than to-day," said she,
carelessly. "We have, of course, a good deal of communication with
Rakowicz. But, in the first place, what do you think of your Wilicza?
You did not keep your word with us. When we were at C---- you promised
to pay us a visit in the following spring, and full four years have
elapsed before you have really made up your mind to come."
"I have always meant to perform my promise, and never succeeded in
doing it."
He got up and walked to the great centre window. "But you are right,
Wilicza has grown pretty nearly strange to me. I must go over the whole
place in the course of the next few days, so as to get to feel at home
here."
The Princess grew attentive. "The whole place? I do not think you will
find much to interest you, except the forests, which will have a
special charm for so ardent a sportsman as yourself. With regard to
Wilicza itself, the steward will give you all the information you
require. He has probably told you that he intends giving up his post?"
The question was put incidentally; there was no sign of the suspense
with which the answer to it was awaited.
"Yes," said Waldemar, looking through the window absently. "He is going
in the spring."
"I am sorry for it for your sake, all the more that I am the indirect
cause of your losing a clever and capable _employe_. Frank will, in
many respects, be hard to replace. His management, for instance, is
generally considered quite a model for imitation. Unfortunately, his
activity requires the permanent absenteeism of his principal, for he
can suffer no other authority where he is. His people complain bitterly
of his want of consideration, and I myself have had proofs of it. I was
forced, at last, seriously to remind him that neither the Castle nor
the Princess Baratowska was under his sway, and it was one of these
scenes which brought about his resignation. Now all depends upon which
side you take, Waldemar. I think the steward would not be disinclined
to stay on, if you were to accord him permission to play the master as
heretofore. I shall, of course, abide by your decision."
Young Nordeck waived the subject. "I only arrived yesterday evening,
and cannot possibly understand all the bearings of the case as yet," he
replied, with a significant gesture. "If Frank wishes to go, I shall
not keep him here; and if differences between himself and the Castle
are the cause of his departure, you do not imagine, I hope, that I
shall put my mother in a false position by taking part against her and
siding with the steward."
The Princess breathed freely. She had not been without uneasiness with
regard to Frank. Her son was only to have entered into relations with
him when he had learned to see with her eyes, and had become thoroughly
prejudiced against his agent. With the latter's straightforward
plain-speaking, and the young proprietor's violent temper, which could
not brook the slightest contradiction, a collision would then have been
inevitable; but now this unlooked-for and most unbecoming visit to the
manor-farm had marred the whole plan. Waldemar's manner conveyed,
however, that, during the short time he had been there, he had entered
into no discussion. He appeared to attach little importance to the
steward's going or staying, and possessed, as it seemed, sufficient
sense of decorum to range himself at the outset, and without any
preliminary examination, on his mother's side.
"I knew I could count upon you," she declared, well satisfied with this
first meeting. Everything was fitting in to meet her wishes. "But we
have fallen at once on this disagreeable business topic, as if we had
nothing better to occupy us. I wished ... Oh, you are there,
Bronislaus!" She turned to her brother, who at this moment entered the
room with his daughter on his arm.
At the last words Waldemar had also turned. For an instant he seemed
confounded, so strange to him was the tall proud figure now standing
before him. He had only known the maiden of sixteen, with her fresh,
youthful graces; the present vision may well have appeared altogether
new to him. 'She gives promise of beauty,' the Princess Baratowska had
said of her niece; but that lady herself could hardly have foreseen how
fully her prophecy would be justified. Beauty, in this case, did not,
it is true, consist in the regularity of outline, for Wanda's features
were not regular. The Slavonic type was too distinctly portrayed in
them, and they differed considerably from the Greek or Roman ideal;
but, nevertheless, there was an irresistible charm in the still
somewhat pale face which none could arm himself against. Her raven
hair, dressed very simply in opposition to the reigning fashion, was by
this unstudied art displayed in all its rich abundance; but the young
Countess's mightiest seduction lay in her dewy dark eyes, which gazed
out, clear and full, from under the long eyelashes. There was more in
them now than childish petulance and childish gaiety. Whether those
deep dark eyes were veiled in dreamy stillness, or beaming radiant with
passionate ardour, enigmatic and dangerous were they ever. One glance
at them would show how they could fascinate and hold captive without
hope of rescue, and the Countess Morynska had too often tested their
power not to be thoroughly conscious of its extent.
"You have taken all Wilicza by surprise, Waldemar," said the Count,
"and you come home to find guests staying in your house. We were to
have left early this morning, but on hearing of your arrival we could
not deny ourselves the pleasure of seeing you before starting."
"That we certainly could not, Cousin Waldemar." Wanda confirmed her
father's words, holding out her hand to the new-comer as she spoke,
with an enchanting smile and the most perfect ease of manner.
Waldemar bowed to his beautiful cousin with measured formality. He
seemed not to notice the proffered hand, or to have heard the gracious,
familiar little address, for without a syllable of reply he turned to
Morynski.
"I hope I am not driving you away, Count. As, for the time being, I am
only my mother's guest, we are both in similar case."
The Count seemed agreeably impressed by this politeness, of which he
had not thought his nephew capable. He answered pleasantly, while Wanda
stood by mute, with lips tightly pressed together. She had proposed to
herself to meet her young relation with the unembarrassed demeanour of
a woman of the world, generously to spare him a painful reminiscence by
herself altogether ignoring it; and now she must endure to see her ease
of manner unremarked, her generosity repelled. That glance of icy
indifference showed her that Waldemar, though he had forgotten the old
attachment, had not forgiven the old offence, for which he was now
taking his revenge.
The conversation soon grew general, the Princess and Leo now joining in
it. Subject matter was not wanting. They spoke of Waldemar's travels,
of his unexpected advent, of Wilicza and the neighbourhood; but
animated as the talk might be, it never became intimate or familiar.
The language was that used to a stranger who chanced to be on a footing
of relationship. This offshoot of the Nordecks had nothing really in
common with the Morynski and Baratowski circle, and the fact being felt
on all sides, the whole tone of the interview was involuntarily
affected by it. The Count could not prevail on himself to adopt towards
his sister's elder son the familiar form of address which came as a
matter of course when speaking to the younger; and Waldemar, taking his
cue therefrom, continued to call his uncle "Count." He showed himself
now much as he had been of old, silent and reserved, but no longer
awkward.
The season being autumn, hunting was naturally the topic which came
uppermost. It was indeed the favourite pastime of all the country
round, even the ladies entering into it with zest. The two now present
took a lively part in the discussion. Leo at length mentioned the great
Nordeck collection of arms, and especially vaunted some rifles which
formed part of it. Count Morynski differed from his nephew, declaring
that the pieces, though certainly of great value, were chiefly to be
viewed in the light of curiosities, while Waldemar unhesitatingly sided
with his brother. The gentlemen waxed hot in the defence of their
theories, and resolved to decide the question at issue by an
adjournment to the armoury and a provisional trial of the guns. They
went off immediately to put the matter to the test.
"Still the old Waldemar!" said the Princess, looking after them. "He
warms to nothing but to these sporting details. All else is indifferent
to him. Do you think him altered, Wanda?"
"Yes," replied the young Countess, laconically. "He has grown strangely
quiet."
"Yes, thank Heaven, he seems in some measure to have laid aside his
abrupt, unmannerly ways, while he is in the drawing-room, at least. One
can introduce him now without exposing one's self to ridicule, and
without having reason to dread an _eclat_ in the midst of the most
ordinary conversation. Those who are brought into close contact with
him will probably still have much to endure. The first blunder made by
a groom with regard to the dogs or horses will bring out the old
Berserker in him, with all his old fierceness and violence."
Wanda made no reply to this remark. She had thrown herself into an
armchair, and was playing with its silken tassels.
"His coming in that way was a true Nordeck proceeding," went on the
Princess, in a tone of annoyance. "It was bad enough that he should
dismiss the post-chaise at the last station, and continue the journey
on foot like any adventurer, but that would naturally not suffice
Waldemar. When he saw the Castle lighted up, and heard it was a
reception night here, he turned into the steward's in all haste, for
fear he should be obliged to show himself in company. Later in the
evening he came up to the Castle with the Doctor, made himself known to
Pawlick, and had himself shown to his rooms, giving most strenuous
orders that I was not to be disturbed. I, of course, heard of his
arrival before five minutes were over. My servants are better trained
than he supposes. As he had given such strict injunctions on the
subject, I had no choice, however, but to ignore his presence, and
allow myself to be taken by surprise this morning."
"A surprise which constrained us to remain on here," put in Wanda,
impatiently. "I hope papa may come back soon, that we may start."
"Not at once? You will at least stay to dinner."
"No, dear aunt, I shall beg papa to have the horses put to immediately.
Do you think it can be agreeable to me to sit here and be ignored by
Herr Waldemar Nordeck, as he has thought fit to ignore me for the last
half-hour? He avoided with admirable consistency either answering or
addressing a word to me."
The Princess smiled. "Well, well, you can afford to grant him that
small vengeance on your first meeting. You played with him rather
unmercifully, you know, and can hardly wonder if he shows a little
rancour now and then. That will pass away when you see more of each
other. What do you think of his appearance?"
"I think it is just as disagreeable as ever," declared the young
Countess; "more so, for then the impression it created was an
involuntary one, and now I almost fancy he wishes to repel.
Nevertheless, I don't know why--unless it be that his brow is so clear
and open--but he is no longer at a disadvantage beside Leo."
The Princess was silent. The same remark had been borne in on her mind
as the two stood together. Incontestable as was the younger brother's
beauty, the elder, though unable to make the smallest pretension to
good looks, was no longer in danger of being thrust into the
background. Should his person appear to others, as to Countess
Morynska, disagreeable, nay, repulsive, there was yet a certain
something in his bearing and manner which would maintain him in his
proper place. His mother herself was forced to admit as much.
"These giants always have one great advantage," said she; "they are
imposing at first sight, but that is all. You must never look for mind
or strength of character in them."
"Never?" said Wanda, with a peculiar expression. "Are you quite sure?"
The Princess seemed to think the question a strange and superfluous
one; she looked at her niece in astonishment.
"We both know what ends Wilicza has now to serve," the latter
continued, with suppressed vehemence, "and you must acknowledge, dear
aunt, that it would be very inconvenient and dangerous should it
suddenly occur to your son to show any 'mind.' Be prudent. That quiet
manner and, above all, that brow of his are not to my liking."
"My dear," said the elder lady, with calm superiority, "will you not
allow me to be the judge of my son's character; or do you imagine that,
at twenty years of age, you possess greater powers of discernment than
any I am endowed with? Waldemar is a Nordeck--that is saying
everything."
"I know you have always summed up your judgment of him in those words.
He may be the exact image of his father in every other feature; but
that forehead, with its sharply defined blue vein, he has from you.
Does it seem to you a thing impossible that he may one day show himself
his mother's son?"
"Utterly impossible," the Princess declared in a harsh tone, as though
the notion were really insulting to her. "All of myself I have had
power to transmit, Leo alone has inherited. Do not be foolish, Wanda.
You are irritated at Waldemar's behaviour to yourself, and I admit it
was not very flattering; but you really must take his susceptibility
into some account. How you manage to discover strength of character in
this tenacious clinging to an old grudge, I cannot understand--to me it
proves just the contrary. Any one else would have felt grateful to you
for endeavouring to put aside a painful half-forgotten souvenir, and
would have met you with an ease of manner equal to your own. As his
brother's betrothed ..."
"Does Waldemar know already?" the young Countess interrupted.
"Yes, Leo told him himself."
"And how did he take the news?"
"With the most perfect indifference, although I never gave him a hint
of it in my letters. That is precisely it. He soon got over his old
romantic feeling for you--we have proof of that--but he clings to the
fancied offence with all the obstinacy of his boyhood. Do you wish me
to take that as the mark of a strong mind?"
Wanda rose in unmistakable anger. "Certainly not; but I feel no
inclination to expose myself further to his obstinacy, and you will
therefore excuse us, dear aunt, if we leave Wilicza at once. Nothing
would induce me to remain, and papa will hardly let me set out alone.
We shall start within the hour."
The Princess protested in vain. Once again she had experience of the
fact that her niece owned a will as resolute as her own, and that,
where his daughter was concerned, 'there were no limits to Count
Morynski's weakness.' In spite of his sister's wishes repeatedly
expressed, in spite of Leo's most evident vexation, the plan decided on
by Wanda was carried out, and half an hour later the carriage which was
to convey her and her father to Rakowicz drove up to the door.