"Not an hour. I am going straight to Ziegler, and to-morrow Herr Borsen will know the other side." He made no reply and I left the house.
When I reached the Jew"s I was amused to find how, in his petty short-sighted cunning, von Felsen had endeavoured to cut the ground from under me.
Ziegler and his daughter were together and were both in high spirits.
He introduced me to her, and had evidently done all he could to impress her with the fact that I was one of his best friends.
"I have told her, Herr Bastable, that there is no man in Berlin whom I would trust as absolutely as I would you," he declared. "I wish her to think of you just as I do."
"Nothing would please me better; but I am afraid that some one who has great influence with her does not share your opinion, Herr Ziegler."
"You mean Herr von Felsen," she replied, with a frankness which I liked.
"I should like you to be better friends, I confess, and would do anything in my power to secure that. My father"s friends must always be mine."
"We were speaking of him as you entered," said the father. "He has just telephoned me asking that the date for Hagar"s marriage may be fixed for a week to-day."
I could not restrain a smile at this, and Hagar, who was watching me closely while he spoke, saw the smile. "You are surprised at this, Herr Bastable?"
"I am pleased to be able to be the first to offer my congratulations."
"Your smile did not read quite like that," she returned with a shade of pique in her manner.
"I am surprised, I admit. The fact is I have just left Herr von Felsen, and, although he knew I was coming here, he did not drop a hint of the fact."
"Had you been as close a friend of his as you are of my father"s, he would probably have told you." It was very neatly put.
But old Ziegler had read more in my words than Hagar. I saw that by the sharp look he shot at me. He began to talk quickly about the forthcoming marriage and the necessary preparations until an excuse offered to send his daughter out of the room.
"Now what is it, Herr Bastable. About Hugo, I mean, of course."
I told him at once precisely what had taken place in regard to Althea and von Felsen, and what I had heard from Herr Borsen.
I have never seen a greater frenzy of pa.s.sion than that which took complete possession of him at the news. For some moments he was like a madman in his fury. His face went livid, his eyes gleamed, his lips worked spasmodically, he trembled violently, and with hands clenched tight he raved against von Felsen, and abused and cursed him with a voluble energy of rage that almost made me regret the tornado I had raised.
I stared at him, silent from sheer amazement until the first vehemence of his wrath had spent itself.
"He shall marry her to-morrow or at latest the day following," he cried; and with a hand that was shaking like that of one in a palsy, he went to the telephone to bid von Felsen come at once to the house. When the reply was that he was not at home, the old man"s fury broke out again.
"It is a lie!" he stormed. "He knows you are here and will not come. I will go to him. The scoundrel, to dare to lie to me in this way. But he shall pay the price"; and he was still in a furious rage when I left him.
Considering his opinion of von Felsen, I could not help marvelling that he was so set upon forcing him to marry Hagar. But a.n.a.lysis of other men"s motives is not much in my way. Possibly he was eager that she should have a t.i.tled husband, and I recalled how he had appeared to gloat over that prospect in one of my interviews with him. I left it at that and returned to the consideration of my own affairs.
Now that I had drawn von Felsen"s teeth, I did not shirk the task of telling Althea what I had heard from Herr Borsen in the morning. She could no longer be forced to make that hateful marriage. Ziegler would see to that.
But not for a second did I antic.i.p.ate the effect of the news upon her.
I had utterly failed to see the thing from her standpoint, and was blind enough to think she would be as glad as I myself was. I told her, therefore, in a somewhat jubilant tone.
The smile which my first words brought to her face gradually died away, and gave place to an expression first of perplexity and then of distress and dismay, as she heard me out in silence.
Then she looked up and sighed. "Oh, Mr. Bastable, don"t you see?" she asked wistfully.
"I see that we take very different views of it," I replied gloomily.
She noticed my keen disappointment. "Please bear with me, and forgive me if I cannot see it as you do. But if Herr von Felsen marries this Jewess, it will make it impossible----" She paused and glanced at me nervously.
"Impossible for you to marry him, of course," I finished, smiling fatuously.
"Impossible for me to save my father, I mean. How else can I save him?"
I understood then and winced at the consciousness of my blundering.
"But did you ever seriously contemplate such a sacrifice as that would have involved?"
"I thought I had made that quite plain to you. And now----." She broke off with a gesture of despair. "I would do anything to save him and Chalice."
"Fraulein Chalice is willing to give up the Prince von Graven," I replied, and went on to tell her of my interview with Chalice.
But she shook her head. "Please believe that I am convinced you have done everything with no thought but to help me. But nothing Chalice can do will save my father."
"I appear to have blundered all along the line," I exclaimed irritably.
She made no reply, and thus appeared to acquiesce in my verdict of self-condemnation. This was not soothing, to say the least. But after a moment"s pause she laid her hand on my arm with a rueful smile. "You don"t think I am blaming you because I am silent, Mr. Bastable, do you?
I am only trying to think what to do. It is so difficult. It has all been my fault. I ought to have made it clearer to you that I was resolved to save my father at any cost."
"I think that will still be done."
"How?"
"I have a plan, and am pretty confident about it."
Her brows puckered in doubt, as if she were not disposed to trust my indiscretion any longer. "Had you not better tell me?" she asked nervously.
"For one thing I hope to go to Herr Borsen to-morrow with the news about Chalice"s decision, and I shall tell him then about the Ziegler affair."
"No, no," she cried hastily. "You must not do that. That marriage may yet be prevented in some way."
"Not if the Jew has his way," I answered with a grim smile at the recollection of his frenzy of rage.
"You must not breathe a word to Herr Borsen. That would shut out all hope."
"Hope?" I echoed sharply, for the word jarred. "I did not know that hope was the feeling you entertained in regard to von Felsen."
She bit her lip and for an instant dropped her eyes, and I saw her fingers strain; then she looked up with a wistful smile. "Don"t let me anger you, Mr. Bastable. I chose that word very unfortunately. It sounds as if I have done you so much less than justice after all the service you have rendered me. Forgive me, and do not punish me by thinking me ungrateful."
"I am a churlish brute," I answered, smiling in my turn. "My head was swollen with the thought of my own cleverness, and my temper suffered because my vanity was hurt. I admit I have blundered badly; now let us try and talk out some remedy together."
The bright look she gave me signalled absolution. "Let us start with this absolute condition--that my father"s pardon must be obtained and Chalice"s future made secure."
"I accept the conditions and still believe I can win." Her eyes flashed a question. "No, you need not doubt my discretion this time," I said in reply to the look. "I have learnt my lesson. But I cannot tell you all about it."
"I should like to know. I am very much of a woman in my curiosity.