It was the next morning at the breakfast table that Paul Zalenska,
listlessly looking over the "Society Notes" in the _Times_, came upon
this significant notice:
"Mr. Gilbert Ledoux and daughter, Miss Opal Ledoux, of New Orleans,
accompanied by Henri, Count de Roannes, of Paris, have taken
passage on the Lusitania, which sails for New York on July 3rd."
It was _she_, of course!--who else could it be? Surely there could not
be more than one Opal in America!
"Father Paul, I notice that the Lusitania is to sail for America on the
third of July. Can't we make it?"
Verdayne smiled quietly at the suddenness of the proposal, but was not
unduly surprised. He remembered many unaccountable impulses of his own
when his life was young and his blood was hot. He remembered too with a
tender gratitude how his father had humored him and--was he not "Father
Paul"?
"I see no reason why not, Boy."
"You see, I have already lost a whole month out of my one free year. I
am unwilling to waste a single hour of it, Father Paul--wouldn't you be?
And we _must_ see America together, you and I, before I go back
to--prison!"
"Certainly, Boy, certainly. My time is yours--when you want it, and
where you want it, the whole year through!"
"I know that, Father Paul, and--I thank you!"
It was more difficult to arrange matters with Lady Henrietta. She was
not so young as she once was and she still adored her son, as only the
mother of but one child can adore, and could not bear the idea of having
him away from her. Old and steady as he had now become, he was still her
boy, the idol of her heart. Yet she felt, as her son did, that the Boy
was entitled to the few months of liberty left him, and she did not
greatly object, though there was a wistful look in her eyes as they
rested on her son that told how keenly she felt every separation from
him.
As for Sir Charles, he had not lost the knowing twinkle of the eye.
Moreover, he knew far better than his wife how real was the claim their
young guest had upon their son. And he bade them go with a hearty grasp
of the hand and a bluff Godspeed.
So it was settled that Verdayne and the Boy, attended only by Vasili,
were to sail for America on the third of July, and passage was
immediately secured on the Lusitania.
* * * * *
On the morning of the day appointed, Paul Zalenska from an upper deck
watched the party he had been awaiting, as they mounted the gang-plank.
Gilbert Ledoux he scarcely noticed. The Count de Roannes, too,
interested him no longer when, with a hasty glance, he had assured
himself that the Frenchman was as old as Ledoux and not the gay young
dandy in Opal's train that he had feared to find him.
He had eyes alone for the girl, and he watched her closely as she
tripped up the gang-plank, clinging to her father's arm and chattering
gayly in that voice he so well remembered.
She was not so small at close range as she had appeared at a distance,
but possessed an exquisite roundness of figure and softness of outline
well in proportion to the shortness of her stature.
He had been proud of his kingship--very proud of his royal blood and his
mission to his little kingdom. But of late he had known some rebellious
thoughts, quite foreign to his mental habit.
And to-day, as he looked at Opal Ledoux, he thought, "After all, how
much of a real man can I ever be? What am I but a petty pawn on the
chessboard of the world, moved hither and yon, to gain or to lose, by
the finger of Fate!"
As Opal Ledoux passed him, she met his glance, and slightly flushed by
the _rencontre_, looked back over her shoulder at him and--smiled! And
_such_ a smile! She passed on, leaving him tingling in every fibre with
the thrill of it.
It was Fate. He had felt it from the very first, and now he was sure of
it.
How would it end? How _could_ it end?
Paul Zalenska was very young--oh, very young, indeed!