Silhouetted against a pale purple sky, the dark masses of the
Estrelles floated on a shimmering sea. Nearer and clearer, yet less
sharply defined, etherealised by amethystine hues, and indistinct
through the haze of gloaming, frowned the Grimaldi stronghold, its
mouldering walls, clasping closely packed houses, dominated by a lean
and soaring campanile. Over the cactus hedge, and between bending
palms, could be caught a glimpse of the trim, unromantic modern town,
of the sleepy waters of the bay, and fishing-boats rocking beside
spick-and-span toy yachts, with here and there the picturesque felucca
of Mediterranean commerce, old-fashioned, with oars and lateen sails.
Only Shelley in radiant verse could have described with any approach
to truth this magical dreamland, real yet unreal, under the changing
colours of sunset.
As at the outset of an earlier and less difficult interview, Lady Jim
admired the loveliness of paradise, with ostentatious disregard of her
embarrassed companion. And embarrassed he was, to such a degree that
she marvelled at his choice of a profession in which emotions count as
crimes. This judgment was unfair, for Aksakoff ordinarily commanded
his feelings with the severity of a martinet. But so great were the
stakes for which he proposed to play--his daughter's future and his
political advancement--that he shifted uneasily from one foot to the
other, clasped and unclasped his hands, and betrayed more of the
natural man and anxious father than was consistent with diplomatic
reticence.
Having some idea of this mental confusion, Leah waited for him to make
an almost certain mistake, of which she intended to take full
advantage. She was like a cat watching a mouse-hole, ready to pounce
at an opportune moment. Meanwhile, she held her tongue, which
sufficiently assured Aksakoff of her dangerous capability. He had
never before beheld the ominous miracle of a silent woman, and his
nerves were none the better for this surprising spectacle.
"Demetrius, madame," he finally blundered, and recognised the blunder
as the words left his mouth--"Demetrius is your friend."
The attack was so weak that Lady Jim contemptuously gave him
vantage-ground. "Katinka's lover also, I understand."
"And the Czar's enemy," retorted Aksakoff angrily. "Let us have all
his qualifications at once, madame."
"By all means. Enemy, friend, lover. Well?"
"It is very far from well, as you know, madame. I desire no Siberian
felon for my son-in-law."
"I never knew that M. Demetrius had been to Siberia."
"He will go there yet--to his grave."
"What an odd choice of a cemetery!" said Leah, shrugging; "but I
assure you, M. Aksakoff, that I take no interest in these funeral
arrangements."
"No! Yet report says----"
He was about to blurt out something still more undiplomatic, but that
Lady Jim's pity for his ineptitude made her intervene. "I know what it
says, and of course I deeply sympathise with you."
"Madame!"
"Yes, yes; I comprehend your feelings. It is hard that your own
daughter should defy you, especially as M. Demetrius is merely a
doctor."
"He is a prince in our country," said Aksakoff, furious that she
should take the lead, and at a loss how to regain it.
"A felon also, I understood you to say."
"Let him venture on French soil, and I shall certainly make him one,"
snarled Aksakoff, with unpleasantly glittering eyes. Lady Jim had
scratched him rather dexterously, and the Tartar stood revealed.
She scratched again. "Even if Katinka makes him your son-in-law?"
"That shall never be!" He hesitated, then attempted a bear-hug. "I
will speak plainly, madame----"
"About Katinka and her infatuation? Oh, certainly."
Aksakoff bit his lip. Used as he was to verbal fencing, Leah's
handling of her tongue baffled him. He took refuge in truth-telling.
"Demetrius does not love my daughter," he said bluntly.
"How fortunate for you, and disagreeable for her!"
"He loves an--an--an actress," explained Aksakoff, wondering if her
interest in the man deepened to jealousy.
Apparently it did not. "That would interest Katinka more than it does
me," she assured him; then, affecting the innocence of ignorance, "May
I ask why you chronicle small beer?"
"Demetrius is your intimate friend."
"My husband's medical attendant," she corrected quietly.
"If you remove him to that distance, I confess to an indiscretion.
Shall we return?"
"Without admiring the Estrelles?"
"Madame, the excuse was obvious."
"For what?"
Aksakoff shrugged his shoulders. "For the clearing up of
misunderstandings. You are anxious--so you say--that Demetrius should
cure your husband. My reason for this conversation is, to apologise
for my intention to rob you of his very valuable services. If I can
trap Demetrius--say in Paris--Lord James must content himself with an
inferior doctor."
Leah looked pensive and puzzled. "I comprehend; but why should you
make use of the wrong word?"
"Misunderstanding?" Then, when she nodded, "My ignorance of your
language----"
"Or of my feelings? By this talk of Parisian traps and Siberian
punishment, you assume that I am acquainted with the private affairs
of M. Demetrius."
"It is possible that I have made that mistake," said Aksakoff, dryly.
"As a diplomatist you should never confess as much. It might be that I
may take advantage of your--mistake, to inform M. Demetrius of his
danger."
"I foresaw that possibility, madame. As a dutiful wife, you naturally
wish to keep so clever a doctor in attendance on your husband."
"Of course; but a trip to Siberia would not improve Jim's health."
"There is no need for the mountain to go to Mahomet, madame."
"Pardon me if in this case I think otherwise."
Aksakoff shrugged again. "I admit the reason, seeing that this
particular mountain is married."
"These parables are a trifle wearisome, M. Aksakoff. The air is
chilly, and I wish to return to Lady Richardson. Would you mind
telling me plainly, before we part, why you sought this interview?"
"Assuredly, madame. My daughter loves this man, who does not love her,
and who, by reason of his crime and opinions, is not an eligible
husband. You were with Katinka this afternoon, as you informed me, and
she is now so cheerful that I suspect you must have delivered some
message from Demetrius to so raise her spirits. Or it might be"--he
looked squarely at her, as he added, "that Demetrius is in Monte
Carlo."
"No; your daughter had a letter from him, in which he stated that he
was leaving Madeira for Jamaica. Go on, please."
"Katinka had a letter?" said Aksakoff, with an unpleasant look. "That,
no doubt, accounts for her spirits. Were you Cupid's messenger,
madame?"
Lady Jim smothered a laugh. "No; though I admit that I should like to
see her happy."
"She will never be happy with a man who does not love her. Demetrius
will not come near me, and I cannot explain. Will you oblige me by
taking a message?"
"Why should I?"
"For the sake of retaining him as Lord James's medical attendant."
Leah nodded. "As a wife, I will take your message. What is it?"
"Tell Demetrius that if he will give Katinka to understand that he
will never marry her my gratitude will be stronger than my duty."
"In other words, you will not arrest him."
"So long as he remains in England."
"Where he can't be arrested," laughed Lady Jim. "Well, your message
shall be duly delivered. And I may as well confess, since we are
committed to plain speaking, that M. Demetrius informed me why he had
to leave Russia."
"His confidence will render it easier for you to make a treaty between
us, madame."
"Possibly. But you will understand that I assume the rôle of
peacemaker solely on my husband's account."
"Madame," Aksakoff bent and raised her hand to kiss it; "as a wife you
are far above rubies. Shall we return?"
Leah consented without moving. She had not yet solved her problem.
"One moment. You will give me your word that M. Demetrius will not be
lured to Paris?"
"I give you my word, if the treaty is made, and Katinka is disabused
of her infatuation."
"Which forms part of the treaty," said Leah, lightly. "In the
interests of Jim, I'll do my best; but should he go to Paris----"
"He will assuredly leave it for Siberia, which is much colder and not
so amusing."
"Then I must advise him to be naturalised in England."
"It will be the act of a friend, madame. And also, you might advise
him to beware of this actress."
"Oh, I can't intrude my advice into his strictly private affairs."
"If you wish your husband to be cured, it will be as well to do so,"
Aksakoff recommended. "Mademoiselle Ninette is not to be trusted."
"Ninette? I have seen her--a very charming artiste."
"But unscrupulous."
"Not so much so, I hope, as to betray the man she loves."
"A woman, madam, will do much for money."
"How well you know the sex, monsieur!" said Lady Jim, ironically.
"I have had some experience, madame."
"And have benefited so little that you cannot manage your daughter
without my intervention."
"I confess it. Let me amend my statement by saying that I have had
many experiences and little experience."
"That is a more correct way of putting it," said Leah, gravely; "for I
assure you, M. Aksakoff, that if a woman loves a man, she certainly
will not betray him for money."
"We join issue, madame. The Uranian Aphrodite is not the divinity in
this case, and Aphrodite Pandemos can be bought."
"How classical and confusing! And the price?"
"Two thousand pounds," said Aksakoff, carelessly.
"You should reckon it in francs, seeing that Mademoiselle Ninette is
French. Otherwise she will not understand."
"The jingle of gold is a universal language, madame."
"An agreeable one, at all events. I wish we had more opportunity of
studying it. Well, M. Aksakoff, for Jim's sake, I shall see that M.
Demetrius affords this harpy no opportunity of earning the money."
"And you will pardon my mentioning the harpy's name?"
"We are a man and woman of the world, M. Aksakoff: there is no need to
call spades shovels. I thank you for considering my husband. To lose
the skill of M. Demetrius might result in his death."
"I am happy to have been of service to you, madame, and of course, you
can understand my paternal feelings."
"Assuredly; I shall do my best to make your daughter see reason. A
woman can talk to a woman of such things, you know."
"When she is such a woman as you, madame," said Aksakoff, again
bending over her hand; "and now----"
"Just one hour to catch the train," remarked Leah, with a glance at
the tiny watch set in her bracelet.
In this way Leah solved her problem, and Aksakoff gained his point;
yet, on the face of it, their conversation dealt entirely with the
saving of Demetrius from a Siberian prison, and Katinka and Katinka's
matrimonial salvation. But Lady Jim knew that, if she could lure the
doctor to Paris, she would not longer need to fear a Sabine alliance;
while the diplomatist was satisfied that, for two thousand pounds,
Demetrius would be safely transported to Siberia. Leah, guessing this,
let him think that the money tempted her, though she wondered how he
came to know that she needed cash, and was secretly angered that he
should dare to offer a bribe. But she could not confess her true
reason for wishing the exile of Demetrius without letting Aksakoff
know about the plot; therefore, of the two evils she chose the less.
But she resolved to take no Russian gold. This cynical foreigner
should learn that a strictly virtuous Englishwoman cannot be bought.
It was commendable in these augurs that they did not wink at one
another.
Their reappearance at the tea-table was greeted with shrieks of joy
from Lady Richardson, whose emotions were invariably noisy. "Leah!
Leah!" she cried, overcome by maternal love and pride, "Billy has won
you twelve thousand francs."
"Twelve thousand five hundred," corrected Sir Billy, who was disposing
of tea and cake and sandwiches in a way which argued long abstinence.
"Five hundred pounds," translated Captain Lake.
"Oh, you dear, clever boy!" said Lady Jim, coming rapidly to the table
to kiss her catspaw. "Halves, of course."
Sir Billy shook his head and tried to keep cool, for the kiss rather
upset his dignity. "I am more than repaid," said he gallantly.
"So I should think," murmured Askew, who would have doubled the amount
for a similar attention.
Mamie overheard, and recalled a phrase she had never used before, but
which suited her impersonation of the American girl as--she is not.
"Don't put the banana-peel under your own foot, sonny!"
"What _do_ you mean?" asked the mystified islander.
Miss Mulrady glanced at Lady Jim's back, then winked at Askew to
intimate that she had remarkably good eyesight; also, that kissing
married women led to D.C. cross-examinations; also,--but there was no
end to the many meanings of that wink. Lord Burleigh's head-shake, in
_The Critic_, Act II., scene 1, could not have been more eloquent.
Meanwhile applausive adjectives buzzed round Billy's head. He fought
his trente et quarante battle o'er again, between hasty mouthfuls,
while his mother, thanking Providence for having bestowed on her such
a son, murmured ecstatic asides to Katinka Aksakoff. It was the
apotheosis of the modern child.
Leah counted her gains, placed them safely in one of those wonderful
feminine pockets unknown to man, then gave a passing thought to the
virtuous Hengists.
"We must get back, dear," she warned Lady Richardson. "Katinka,
darling"--this was for Aksakoff's benefit--"do come over and see me.
We have so much to talk about."
"I shall be delighted," replied the girl, flushing with joy, and
really was so. The prospect of unlimited conversations on the subject
of demi-gods, and their ways with a sympathetic friend, allured her
towards an hour of happiness. What was left of Lady Jim's conscience
smote her; she felt almost sorry for her dupe. But, with the
premeditated self-deception of people who rearrange biblical texts for
the palliation of pet sins, she reflected that a fool's paradise for
Katinka was better than no paradise whatsoever.
Monsieur Aksakoff said no more. He and Lady Jim understood one another
perfectly, and it was useless to add touches to a finished picture.
With cordial stiffness he sped his guests on their way through the
town and the glare of the electrics down to the station-lift Mamie and
her supple vicomte shook hands midway; but Askew and Captain Lake
insisted upon seeing the ladies safely into a comfortable compartment.
Billy was disgusted. "One man's enough to run this show," protested
Billy.
"Don't talk American slang," rebuked his mother, and pelted the men
with breathless adieux. "Goodnight, Reggy, so very charming, our day!
Mr. Askew, goodnight--so very amusing! We've had a ripping time."
"And the mother-kettle calls my pot black," Billy breathed to Leah.
She paid no attention. Askew was trying to extort an invitation to San
Remo, with eloquent eyes and persuasive lips. But a recollection of
his four-and-twenty hours in the vicinity without calling, added to a
resentment that he should have experimented with his system in the
unauthorised company of a much too attractive girl, made her ignore
his hints. Moreover, being an ex-sailor and undiplomatic, he would
probably prove so affectionately honest, that the Hengists might--and
if the Hengists did, then "adieu grapes, the vintage is over."
Julia and her serious spouse would never understand the need of a
grass-widow for amusements of this sort. While her Ulysses wandered
they expected her to be a replica of Penelope, that dull woman who was
so fond of speeches and sewing.
"Come to Curzon Street in a fortnight," she advised, and the train
departed, leaving him to muse on the "ars amatoria," as understood in
the navy.
"I hope you have enjoyed yourself, dear," said Lady Richardson,
arranging Billy's tie and kissing Billy's nose, but addressing Leah;
"I'm sure you ought to have. This darling has won you pots."
Lady Jim nodded, rather wearily. The cackle of the hen over her chick
worried her, and she retreated to the most distant corner, bored by
maternal fussiness. This visit had taken her a step farther, but it
was most annoying that success should make her feel uncomfortable.
Aksakoff, misapprehending her reasons as he did, would certainly
assist her materially. But Katinka,--bur-r-r-r! Why couldn't
conscience quit worrying?