Felix snapped his fingers. "They don"t care that for you, Monseigneur--never did! You could have come and gone as you pleased any time during these thirty years. If any one is feared here, it is I. But, my veteran, why this display of wrath? You know me well enough. Didn"t you see me last night?"
"No--that is, I did not recollect. Your face was hidden."
"Ah, you had something better to look at. Well, who goes to Delgratz?
Get aboard, all!"
During this brief but illuminating conversation the Princess and Joan could do nothing else but gaze from one man to the other in mute surprise, and Joan was grieved beyond measure that Felix should treat Alec"s father with such scant courtesy. Even while they were making for the steps of the sleeping cars, she managed to whisper tremulously to the Princess:
"Please don"t be angry with Monsieur Poluski. His brusk manner often gets him into trouble. Forgive me for saying it, but your son knows him well, and is very fond of him, and I am sure Felix would do anything that lay in his power to help--to help King Alexis III."
"My son! Do you also know him?"
"Yes."
"Have you met him in Paris?"
"Yes."
"But I have never seen you at the Rue Boissiere."
"No. We met at Rudin"s, and sometimes in the Louvre."
"And does he know that you are coming to Delgratz?"
"No. I a.s.sure you----"
The Princess hesitated. It was not in her kind heart to think evil of this singularly frank looking and attractive girl. "Will you tell me your name?" she said, turning with one foot on the step; for they were about to enter separate carriages.
"Joan Vernon."
"I suppose it is idle to ask, but you are not married?"
"No, nor likely to be for a very long time."
"Aboard!" cried a guard, marveling that women could find so much to say at the very last moment.
"Well," said the Princess, "I hope to see you at dinner. If not, in Delgratz."
Joan took good care that no one except her maid and an attendant saw her again that evening. She felt bruised and buffeted as though she had been carried among rocks by some irresistible current. Even her mind refused to act. The why and the wherefore of events were dim and not to be grasped. Over and over again she regretted the impulse that led her to take this journey. Felix, as friend and artistic tutor, was invaluable; but in the guise of mentor for a young woman who had her own way to make in the world, and nothing more to depend on than her artistic faculties and a small income from a trust fund, he was a distinct failure. What would Alec think of it all? And what would Alec"s mother say when her son told her that Joan Vernon was the woman he meant to marry?
So Joan grew miserable, and developed a headache, and wept a little over perplexities that were very real though she could not define them. And Felix dined alone, and smoked in dumb reverie, and when Prince Michael, warmed with wine and cheered by the knowledge that a wearisome journey was drawing to a close, unbent so far as to ask him to sing, the little man shook his head.
"You"ll hear me singing in Delgratz, Monseigneur," he said. "I shall have something to think about then, and I sing to think, just as you live to eat. At present, there isn"t a note in the box. Now, if madame can spare you, just sit down there, and you and I will talk of old times. For instance, poor Amelie Constant--she died the other day----"
"Ah, bah!" growled Michael. "That is not interesting. Old times of that sort generally mean times one would rather forget. _Au "voir_, M"sieur Poluski. We shall meet across the Danube. If your principles permit, come and see me at court."
"My principles carry me into strange company, Monseigneur," said Felix gravely.
CHAPTER VII
JOAN BECOMES THE VICTIM OF CIRc.u.mSTANCES
On arriving at Delgratz, Joan still avoided her distinguished traveling companions. Indeed, no one paid any heed to her, since Prince Michael"s vanity could not resist the temptation of making himself known, and when the word went round that the King"s father was in the station, there was such a press around him and the Princess that ordinary pa.s.sengers were of little account.
Monseigneur was flattered by the excitement caused by his unexpected appearance, and he momentarily regretted the lack of display that resulted from his decision to travel incognito. It would have been so much more effective if he had been greeted by the King and a glittering staff the moment he descended from the train. It was undignified, too, to pa.s.s through the streets of the capital in a disheveled hired vehicle, when a royal carriage, surrounded by a cavalry escort, might have brought him to the palace in style. It was somewhat late in the day, however, to rectify the mistake now. He could not hang round the station while a messenger went to his son, and if he meant to effect a surprise he had succeeded admirably.
Leaving a valet and maid to bring the luggage, which an obsequious customs officer cleared at once, he ushered his wife into a ramshackle victoria and told the man to drive to the Schwarzburg.
Every Serb is a born gossip; but a policeman had whispered the names of the eminent pair, and awe kept the driver"s tongue from wagging, else Prince Michael would have received a greater shock than the welcoming b.u.mp of a singularly bad pavement. Luckily the Black Castle lay no great distance from the railway, since Delgratz was but a small place when the palace was built, and the town had long ago closed around it on every hand.
During the short drive Michael tried to be cheery, though he had slept little during two nights. "These old streets have really changed very little," he said. "When I was a boy I remember thinking how magnificent they were. What an eye opener it must have been for Alec when he realized that he had given up Paris--for this!" and he waved a deprecating hand toward the unkempt houses, yellow washed and dingy; for the White City, though white when seen from a distance, turns out to be an unhealthy looking saffron at close quarters. The Princess cared nothing for the squalor of the town. She was thinking of her son.
"I wish we had told Alec we were coming, Michael," she said. "Now that we are here, the reasons you urged for secrecy seem to be less convincing than ever."
"Alec would have telegraphed his prompt advice to remain where we were."
"Perhaps----"
"Perhaps you will allow me to decide what is best to be done, Marie. Our affairs had reached a crisis. So long as there was a chance of my becoming King I was able to finance myself. Now that Alec is firmly established, and filling empty heads with all this nonsense as to retrenchment and economical administration, every creditor I had in the world is pestering me. You cannot realize the annoyance to which I have been subjected during the last fortnight. Life was becoming intolerable, just because Alec was talking galimatias to a number of irresponsible journalists."
"Why not write and tell him our troubles? He would have helped us, I am sure. And that which you call rubbish seems to have caught the ear of all Europe. Even "The Journal des Debats" published a most eulogistic article about him last week."
"Poof!" snorted Monseigneur. "Those Paris rags pander to republicanism.
Every word, every act, of an impetuous youngster like Alec is twisted into an argument against the older monarchies. Give an eye to the mean looking building on the right. That is the Chamber of Deputies. Alec made the speech there that won him a throne. Who would have believed it? Just a few words, and he became King!"
Something in Prince Michael"s tone caused his wife to look at him sharply. "You are not growing envious, Michael?" she asked.
"No; but I was a fool."
"Because I shall keep you to our compact," she said, with a firmness of manner that surprised the pompous little man by her side. He had been answered in that way so seldom during their married life that the novelty was displeasing.
"Ah, bah! what are you saying?" he cried. He stifled the next words on his lips; for the horse pa.s.sed under an arch, and not even the studied repose of a princely boulevardier could conceal his new amazement.
An industrial army was busy in and around the famous residence of the Kings of Kosnovia. They were tearing it to pieces. The roof was off, one wing was wholly dismantled, and the beautiful gardens were strewn with debris.
"In the name of Providence, what is going on?" demanded Monseigneur of the driver.
"It is the King"s order, your Highness," said the man, glorying in the fact that the muzzle was off--by request. "The castle is to be demolished, and a new National a.s.sembly built on the site."
"Our ancient house pulled down and made a sty for those hogs! The King must be mad!"
"We esteem him highly in Delgratz," said the man stoutly. "He thinks more of the people than of palaces, and they say that he means to convert some of the gold lace into white bread."
The bewildered and infuriated Michael now remembered that the few officers encountered in the railway station or the streets seemed to be far less gaudily attired than in former years. In a pa.s.sing thought he attributed the alteration to the wearing of undress uniform during the early hours; but the cab driver"s words seemed to hint at some fresh wave of reform. His bulging eyes continued to glare at the ruined palace; but native caution warned him against being too outspoken in the presence of one of the lower order.