"I never realized it before, as I did from her babble! The letters have told us the same thing, but they were like the histories of other times.
Camps, prisoners, barracks, mutilation, widowhood, death, sudden gains, social upheavals,--it is the old, hideous story of war come true of our day and country. It"s terrible!"
"She will miss the excitement," said Mrs. Elmore. "I don"t know exactly what we shall do with her. Of course, she can"t expect the attentions she"s been used to in Patmos, with those young men."
Elmore stopped, and stared at his wife. "What do you mean, Celia?"
"We don"t go into society at all, and she doesn"t speak Italian. How shall we amuse her?"
"Well, upon my word, I don"t know that we"re obliged to provide her amus.e.m.e.nt! Let her amuse herself. Let her take up some branch of study, or of--of--research, and get something besides "fun" into her head, if possible." He spoke boldly, but his wife"s question had unnerved him, for he had a soft heart, and liked people about him to be happy. "We can show her the objects of interest. And there are the theatres," he added.
"Yes, that is true," said Mrs. Elmore. "We can both go about with her. I will just peep in at her now, and see if she has everything she wants."
She rose from her sofa and went to Lily"s room, whence she did not return for nearly three quarters of an hour. By this time Elmore had got out his notes, and, in their transcription and cla.s.sification, had fallen into forgetfulness of his troubles. His wife closed the door behind her, and said in a low voice, little above a whisper, as she sank very quietly into a chair, "Well, it has all come out, Owen."
"What has all come out?" he asked, looking up stupidly.
"I knew that she had something on her mind, by the way she acted. And you saw her give me that look as she went out?"
"No--no, I didn"t. What look was it? She looked sleepy."
"She looked terribly, terribly excited, and as if she would like to say something to me. That was the reason I said I would let her go to her room alone."
"Oh!"
"Of course she would have felt awfully if I had gone straight off with her. So I waited. It _may_ never come to anything in the world, and I don"t suppose it will; but it"s quite enough to account for everything you saw in her."
"I didn"t see anything in her,--that was the difficulty. But what is it--what is it, Celia? You know how I hate these delays."
"Why, I"m not sure that I need tell you, Owen; and yet I suppose I had better. It will be safer," said Mrs. Elmore, nursing her mystery to the last, enjoying it for its own sake, and dreading it for its effect upon her husband. "I suppose you will think your troubles are beginning pretty early," she suggested.
"Is it a trouble?"
"Well, I don"t know that it is. If it comes to the very worst, I dare say that every one wouldn"t call it a trouble."
Elmore threw himself back in his chair in an att.i.tude of endurance.
"What would the worst be?"
"Why, it"s no use even to discuss that, for it"s perfectly absurd to suppose that it could ever come to that. But the case," added Mrs.
Elmore, perceiving that further delay was only further suffering for her husband, and that any fact would now probably fall far short of his apprehensions, "is simply this, and I don"t know that it amounts to anything; but at Peschiera, just before the train started, she looked out of the window, and saw a splendid officer walking up and down and smoking; and before she could draw back he must have seen her, for he threw away his cigar instantly, and got into the same compartment. He talked awhile in German with an old gentleman who was there, and then he spoke in Italian with Cazzi; and afterwards, when he heard her speaking English with Cazzi, he joined in. I don"t know how he came to join in at first, and she doesn"t, either; but it seems that he knew some English, and he began speaking. He was very tall and handsome and distinguished-looking, and a _perfect_ gentleman in his manners; and she says that she saw Cazzi looking rather queer, but he didn"t say anything, and so she kept on talking. She told him at once that she was an American, and that she was coming here to stay with friends; and, as he was very curious about America, she told him all she could think of.
It did her good to talk about home, for she had been feeling a little blue at being so far away from everybody. Now, _I_ don"t see any harm in it; do you, Owen?"
"It isn"t according to the custom here; but we needn"t care for that. Of course it was imprudent."
"Of course," Mrs. Elmore admitted. "The officer was very polite; and when he found that she was from America, it turned out that he was a _great_ sympathizer with the North, and that he had a brother in our army. Don"t you think that was nice?"
"Probably some mere soldier of fortune, with no heart in the cause,"
said Elmore.
"And very likely he has no brother there, as I told Lily. He told her he was coming to Padua; but when they reached Padua, he came right on to Venice. That _shows_ you couldn"t place any dependence upon what he said. He said he expected to be put under arrest for it; but he didn"t care,--he was coming. Do you believe they"ll put him under arrest?"
"I don"t know--I don"t know," said Elmore, in a voice of grief and apprehension, which might well have seemed anxiety for the officer"s liberty.
"I told her it was one of his jokes. He was very funny, and kept her laughing the whole way, with his broken English and his witty little remarks. She says he"s just dying to go to America. Who do you suppose it can be, Owen?"
"How should I know? We"ve no acquaintance among the Austrians," groaned Elmore.
"That"s what I told Lily. She"s no idea of the state of things here, and she was quite horrified. But she says he was a perfect gentleman in everything. He belongs to the engineer corps,--that"s one of the highest branches of the service, he told her,--and he gave her his card."
"Gave her his card!"
Mrs. Elmore had it in the hand which she had been keeping in her pocket, and she now suddenly produced it; and Elmore read the name and address of Ernst von Ehrhardt, Captain of the Royal-Imperial Engineers, Peschiera. "She says she knows he wanted hers, but she didn"t offer to give it to him; and he didn"t ask her where she was going, or anything."
"He knew that he could get her address from Cazzi for ten soldi as soon as her back was turned," said Elmore cynically. "What then?"
"Why, he said--and this is the only really bold thing he _did_ do--that he must see her again, and that he should stay over a day in Venice in hopes of meeting her at the theatre or somewhere."
"It"s a piece of high-handed impudence!" cried Elmore. "Now, Celia, you see what these people are! Do you wonder that the Italians hate them?"
"You"ve often said they only hate their system."
"The Austrians are part of their system. He thinks he can take any liberty with us because he is an Austrian officer! Lily must not stir out of the house to-morrow."
"She will be too tired to do so," said Mrs. Elmore.
"And if he molests us further, I will appeal to the consul." Elmore began to walk up and down the room again.
"Well, I don"t know whether you could call it _molesting_, exactly,"
suggested Mrs. Elmore.
"What do you mean, Celia? Do you suppose that she--she--encouraged this officer?"
"Owen! It was all in the simplicity and innocence of her heart!"
"Well, then, that she wishes to see him again?"
"Certainly not! But that"s no reason why we should be rude about it."
"Rude about it? How? Is simply avoiding him rudeness? Is proposing to protect ourselves from his impertinence rudeness?"
"No. And if you can"t see the matter for yourself, Owen, I don"t know how any one is to make you."
"Why, Celia, one would think that you approved of this man"s behavior,--that _you_ wished her to meet him again! You understand what the consequences would be if we received this officer. You know how all the Venetians would drop us, and we should have no acquaintances here outside of the army."
"Who has asked you to receive him, Owen? And as for the Italians dropping us, that doesn"t frighten me. But what could he do if he did meet her again? She needn"t look at him. She says he is very intelligent, and that he has read a great many English books, though he doesn"t speak it very well, and that he knows more about the war than she does. But of course she won"t go out to-morrow. All that I hate is that we should seem to be frightened into staying at home."
"She needn"t stay in on his account. You said she would be too tired to go out."
"I see by the scattering way you talk, Owen, that your mind isn"t on the subject, and that you"re anxious to get back to your work. I won"t keep you."