This startling exposition of feeling gave me a most uncanny shock. It came out of a clear sky, so to say, at a moment when I was beginning to regard her as cold-blooded, callous, and utterly without the emotions supposed to exist in the breast of every high-minded woman. And now I was witness to the pain she suffered, now I heard her cry out against the thing that had hurt her so pitilessly. I turned my head away, vastly moved. Presently she moved over to the window. A covert glance revealed her standing there, looking not down at the Danube that seemed so far away but up at the blue sky that seemed so near.
I sat very still and repressed, trying to remember the harsh, unkind things I had said to her, and berating myself fiercely for all of them.
What a stupid, vainglorious a.s.s I was, not to have divined something of the inward fight she was making to conquer the emotions that filled her heart unto the bursting point.
The sound of dry, suppressed sobs came to my ears. It was too much for me. I stealthily quit my position by the mantel-piece and tip-toed toward the door, bent on leaving her alone. Half-way there I hesitated, stopped and then deliberately returned to the fireplace, where I noisily shuffled a fresh supply of coals into the grate. It would be heartless, even unmannerly, to leave her without letting her know that I was heartily ashamed of myself and completely in sympathy with her. Wisely, however, I resolved to let her have her cry out. Some one a great deal more far-seeing than I let the world into a most important secret when he advised man to take that course when in doubt.
For a long while I waited for her to regain control of herself, rather dreading the apology she would feel called upon to make for her abrupt reversion to the first principles of her s.e.x. The sobs ceased entirely.
I experienced the sharp joy of relaxation. Her dainty lace handkerchief found employment. First she would dab it cautiously in one eye, then the other, after which she would scrutinise its crumpled surface with most extraordinary interest. At least a dozen times she repeated this puzzling operation. What in the world was she looking for? To this day, that strange, sly peeking on her part remains a mystery to me.
She turned swiftly upon me and beckoned with her little forefinger.
Greatly concerned, I sprang toward her. Was she preparing to swoon?
What in heaven"s name was I to do if she took it into her pretty head to do such a thing as that? Involuntarily I shot a quick look at her blouse. To my horror it was b.u.t.toned down the back. It would be a bachelor"s luck to--But she was smiling radiantly. Saved!
"Look!" she cried, pointing upward through the window. "Isn"t she lovely?"
I stopped short in my tracks and stared at her in blank amazement.
What a stupefying creature she was!
She beckoned again, impatiently. I obeyed with alacrity. Obtaining a rather clear view of her eyes, I was considerably surprised to find no trace of departed tears. Her cheek was as smooth and creamy white as it had been before the deluge. Her eyelids were dry and orderly and her nose had not been blown once to my recollection. Truly, it was a marvellous recovery. I still wonder.
The cause of her excitement was visible at a glance. A trim nurse-maid stood in the small gallery which circled the top of the turret, just above and to the right of us. She held in her arms the pink-hooded, pink-coated Rosemary, made snug against the chill winds of her lofty parade ground. Her yellow curls peeped out from beneath the lace of the hood, and her round little cheeks were the colour of the peach"s bloom.
"Now, _isn"t_ she lovely?" cried my eager companion.
"Even a crusty bachelor can see that she is adorable."
"I am not a crusty bachelor," I protested indignantly, "and what"s more, I am positive I should like to kiss those red little cheeks, which is saying a great deal for me. I"ve never voluntarily kissed a baby in my life."
"I do not approve of the baby-kissing custom," she said severely. "It is extremely unhealthy and--middle-cla.s.s. Still," seeing my expression change, "I sha"n"t mind your kissing her once."
"Thanks," said I humbly.
It was plain to be seen that she did not intend to refer to the recent outburst. Superb exposition of tact!
Catching the nurse"s eye, she signalled for her to bring the child down to us. Rosemary took to me at once. A most embarra.s.sing thing happened. On seeing me she held out her chubby arms and shouted "da-da!"
at the top of her infantile lungs. _That_ had never happened to me before.
I flushed and the Countess shrieked with laughter. It wouldn"t have been so bad if the nurse had known her place. If there is one thing in this world that I hate with fervour, it is an ill-mannered, poorly-trained servant. A grinning nurse-maid is the worst of all. I may be super-sensitive and crotchety about such things, but I can see no excuse for keeping a servant--especially a nurse-maid--who laughs at everything that"s said by her superiors, even though the quip may be no more side-splitting than a two syllabled "da-da."
"Ha, ha!" I laughed bravely. "She--she evidently thinks I look like the Count. He is very handsome, you say."
"Oh, that isn"t it," cried the Countess, taking Rosemary in her arms and directing me to a spot on her rosy cheek. "Kiss right there, Mr.
Smart. There! Wasn"t it a nice kiss, honey-bunch? If you are a very, very nice little girl the kind gentleman will kiss you on the other cheek some day. She calls every man she meets da-da," explained the radiant young mother. "She"s awfully European in her habits, you see.
You need not feel flattered. She calls Conrad and Rudolph and Max da-da, and this morning in the back window she applied the same handsome compliment to your Mr. p.o.o.pend.y.k.e."
"Oh," said I, rather more crestfallen than relieved.
"Would you like to hold her, Mr. Smart? She"s such a darling to hold."
"No--no, thank you," I cried, backing off.
"Oh, you will come to it, never fear," she said gaily, as she restored Rosemary to the nurse"s arms. "Won"t he, Blake?"
"He will, my lady," said Blake with conviction. I noticed this time that Blake"s smile wasn"t half bad.
At that instant Jinko, the chow, pushed the door open with his black nose and strolled imposingly into the room. He proceeded to treat me in the most cavalier fashion by bristling and growling.
The Countess opened her eyes very wide.
"Dear me," she sighed, "you must be very like the Count, after all.
Jinko never growls at any one but him."
At dinner that evening I asked p.o.o.pend.y.k.e point blank if he could call to mind a marriage in New York society that might fit the princ.i.p.als in this puzzling case.
He hemmed and hawed and appeared to be greatly confused.
"Really, sir, I--I--really, I--"
"You make it a point to read all of the society news," I explained; "and you are a great hand for remembering names and faces. Think hard."
"As a matter of fact, Mr. Smart, I _do_ remember this particular marriage very clearly," said he, looking down at his plate.
"You do?" I shouted eagerly. The new footman stared. "Splendid! Tell me, who is she--or was she?"
My secretary looked me steadily in the eye.
"I"m sorry, sir, but--but I can"t do it. I promised her this morning I wouldn"t let it be dragged out of me with red hot tongs."
CHAPTER VII
I RECEIVE VISITORS
She was indeed attended by faithful slaves.
The east wing of the castle was as still as a mouse on the day my house party arrived. Grim old doors took on new padlocks, keyholes were carefully stopped up; creaking floors were calked; windows were picketed by uncompromising articles of furniture deployed to keep my ruthless refugee from adventuring too close to the danger zone; and adamantine instructions were served out to all of my va.s.sals. Everything appeared to be in tip-top shape for the experiment in stealth.
And yet I trembled. My secret seemed to be safely planted, but what would the harvest be? I knew I should watch those upper windows with hypnotic zeal, and listen with straining ears for the inevitable squall of a child or the bark of a dog. My brain ran riot with incipient subterfuges, excuses, apologies and lies with which my position was to be sustained.
There would not be a minute during the week to come when I would be perfectly free to call my soul my own, and as for nerves! well, with good luck they might endure the strain. Popping up in bed out of a sound sleep at the slightest disturbance, with ears wide open and nerves tingling, was to be a nightly occupation at uncertain intervals; that was plain to be seen. All day long I would be shivering with anxiety and praying for night to come so that I might lie awake and pray for the sun to rise, and in this way pa.s.s the time as quickly as possible. There would be difficulty in getting my visitors to bed early, another thing to test my power at conniving. They were bridge players, of course, and as such would be up till all hours of the morning overdoing themselves in the effort to read each other"s thoughts.
I thanked the Lord that my electric lighting system would not be installed until after they had departed. Ordinarily the Lord isn"t thanked when an electric light company fails to perform its work on schedule time, but in this case delay was courted.