"Unfortunately, no."
I lowered my voice. "You"re surely not seeking her officially?"
He smiled and threw up his hands, leaving me to infer what I pleased.
"By Jove," I exclaimed. "Can"t say I wish you luck, Dormund." Then I turned to the porter. "Here, get these trunks to the cloak-room. I"ll drive back for the other and see if I can catch the train after all.
Come along, Bessie."
She acted the sulky sister to the life and succeeded in keeping her face almost entirely averted from Dormund.
He remained with me while I got rid of the luggage and then while I chartered the cab; and I began to wonder if after all he had not some suspicion and whether he would let Althea go.
She had kept behind us and when the cab was ready, the door of which Dormund himself held open, she hurried past him and took her seat. He closed the door and stood bareheaded while we drove off.
I drew a breath of relief.
"Will he follow us?" asked Althea nervously.
"Not he. He hasn"t a thought of the trick we"ve played him."
"Oh, Mr. Bastable, how could you do it so naturally? I was positively trembling the whole time."
"You needn"t worry about anything now," I said rea.s.suringly. "Try to fix your thoughts on what is to be done next."
"I don"t know what to do," she murmured.
Neither did I. Nor did I seem to care. The unexpectedness of it all had taken my breath away. The whole position was so unreal that I was in the clouds.
A few minutes before I had been bent only upon rushing away in search of distraction from the galling rack of my disappointment on her account; and now she had rushed to me in the hour of her trouble, and was by my side, trusting to me to get her out of it all.
I would do it at any cost; but for the moment I was so elated by the proof of her confidence, that I could think of nothing else.
CHAPTER II
COMPLICATIONS
Althea was at first unwilling to go to our house, as such a course might involve us in some way with the authorities; but I would not listen to her objections.
"Let me suggest one precaution," I said as the cab stopped. "That you hold your handkerchief to your face as you enter. We have one German servant, Gretchen, and she had better not recognize you. The other two are English, and will hold their tongues."
She adopted the suggestion, and when we entered the house we found that Bessie had already arrived and had explained that I had missed the train. She kissed Althea and fussed over her in the way girls have, and I could see that she was bursting with curiosity to know everything.
After a few minutes she suggested that I should send a telegram home to say I was not going; and as I saw that she wished to be left alone with Althea, I went off at once. It turned out to be lucky that I did, for Lieutenant von Bernhoff, a man who took a great deal more interest in Bessie than she did in him, was just getting out of a cab as I left the house.
"What has happened, Bastable? I went to the station to see you off, and Dormund told me you weren"t going. From what he said I was afraid that something had happened to your sister."
I shut down a smile. "There"s nothing the matter. One of my trunks was left behind, and I had to put off my journey. I"m on my way to wire to my people at home. Come with me." He was no favourite of mine, and as a friend of Dormund"s, about the last man in Berlin to be trusted with the secret of Althea"s presence in the house.
He went with me to send the telegram, and plagued me with a hundred questions about Bessie, the reason for her having to wear spectacles, and so on; and when we reached the house again he wanted to come in and see her.
"You must excuse her to-day, von Bernhoff. The place is all sixes and sevens on account of my intended departure," I said with a shrug.
"You found your lost trunk, I hope? Dormund told me you were in a fine temper about it."
"I am much obliged to him, but he might mind his own business."
"He was minding it in a sense," he replied with a grin. "I had promised to introduce him to your sister. He knows, you know"; and he grinned meaningly.
"A pity you were not there earlier then," I said carelessly, repressing a smile at what would have been the result if he had been.
"I shall bring him some day to introduce him," he declared as we shook hands.
"By all means. He is a good fellow. But not until I get back to Berlin."
"He is awfully keen to know her--now"; and with this somewhat cryptic remark he grinned again and turned away.
I went upstairs wondering curiously whether Dormund had said anything else about the "Bessie" he had seen at the station to start von Bernhoff"s suspicions. The complications were beginning already.
But Althea and Bessie appeared to be taking the matter lightly, for a burst of merry laughter from them both rang out as I opened the door.
"Paul of the grave face!" cried Bessie. "Look at him, Althea."
Althea"s eyes were shining brightly, and the colour had returned to her cheeks, as I saw when she looked up at my entrance.
"It is good to find you like this," I said.
"It is Bessie. She is wonderful," said Althea.
"There is just no trouble at all," declared Bessie, coming toward me with a light of pleasure dancing in her eyes. "It is the most ridiculous mistake, Paul; and all this bother to-day appears to be the result of it. Shall I tell him?" Althea nodded. "About the Prince von Graven. It isn"t Althea he cares for at all. It"s Chalice. Althea has let every one believe it, lest Chalice"s prospects should be injured."
I started and caught my breath in surprise and almost fierce delight at this wonderful news. But Bessie was a thoughtful little body, and she had placed herself purposely so that Althea should not see the effect upon me; and to give me time to recover myself, she added: "You"ll have some tea, won"t you, Paul? Ring the bell for another cup."
I turned away and rang the bell, and then with a big effort I choked down my delighted surprise and drew a chair close to the others.
"So it"s Chalice, eh?" I asked quietly.
"Of course no one must know it except you two," said Althea.
Bessie laughed mischievously. "Even that doesn"t much matter, does it, Paul?"
"It makes no end of a difference," I said gravely. "But why on earth have you allowed the mistake to be made? Both you and Chalice herself let me share it last night, too."
"It is for Chalice"s sake," said Althea. "You had just come from her, and I saw what she had told you. You know she is in my care, and that I promised my sister on her death-bed that I would look after her."
"You speak as if she were a child and you a grave and sedate matron, Althea," declared Bessie. "And there can"t be more than a year or two between you."