"It is getting frightfully late," she sharply exclaimed. "They"ll wonder where I"ve gone to. Why, it"s actually dark."
"It has been dark for half an hour, your highness," said he, drawing himself up with sudden rigidness that distressed her. "Are you going to return to the castle?"
"Yes. They"ll have out a searching party pretty soon if I don"t appear."
"You have been good to me to-day," he said thoughtfully. "I shall try to merit the kindness. Let me--"
"Oh, please don"t talk in that humble way! It"s ridiculous! I"d rather have you absolutely impertinent, I declare upon my honor I would. Don"t you remember how you talked when you wore the red feather? Well, I liked it."
Baldos laughed easily, happily. His heart was not very humble, though his voice and manner were.
"Red is the color of insolence, you mean."
"It"s a good deal jauntier than blue," she declared.
"Before you call the bearers, Miss--your highness, I wish to retract something I said awhile ago," he said very seriously.
"I should think you would," she responded, utterly misinterpreting his intent.
"You asked me to tell you what my message to Ravone contained and I refused. Subsequently the extent of his message to me led us into a most thorough understanding. It is only just and right that you should know what I said to him."
"I trust you, Baldos," she protested simply.
"That is why I tell this to you. Yesterday, your highness, the castle guard received their month"s pay. You may not know how well we are paid, so I will say that it is ten gavvos to each. The envelope which I gave to Ravone contained my wages for the past six weeks. They need it far more than I do. There was also a short note of good cheer to those poor comrades of mine, and the a.s.surance that one day our luck may change and starvation be succeeded by plenty. And, still more, I told him that I knew you to be Miss Calhoun and that you were my angel of inspiration. That was all, your highness."
"Thank you, Baldos, for telling me," she said softly. "You have made me ashamed of myself."
"On the contrary, I fear that I have been indulging in mock heroics. Truth and egotism--like a salad--require a certain amount of dressing."
"Since you are Baldos, and not a fairy prince, I think you may instruct the men to carry me back, being without the magic tapestry which could transplant me in a whiff. Goodness, who"s that?"
Within ten feet of the sedan chair and directly behind the tall guard stood a small group of people. He and Beverly, engrossed in each other, had not heard their approach. How long they had been silent spectators of the little scene only the intruders knew. The startled, abashed eyes of the girl in the chair were not long in distinguishing the newcomers.
A pace in front of the others stood the gaunt, shadowy form of Count Marlanx.
Behind him were the Princess Yetive, the old prime minister, and Baron Dangloss.
CHAPTER XIX
THE NIGHT FIRES
"Why, good evening. Is that you?" struggled somewhat hysterically through Beverly"s lips. Not since the dear old days of the stolen jam and sugar-bits had she known the feelings of a culprit caught red-handed. The light from the park lamps revealed a merry, accusing smile on the face of Yetive, but the faces of the men were serious. Marlanx was the picture of suppressed fury.
"It is the relief expedition, your highness," said Yetive warmly. "We thought you were lost in the wilds of the jungle."
"She is much better protected than we could have imagined," said the Iron Count, malevolently mild and polite.
"Can"t I venture into the park without being sent for?" asked Beverly, ready to fly into the proper rage. The pink had left her cheeks white. "I am proud to observe, however, that the relief expedition is composed of the most distinguished people in all Graustark. Is there any significance to be attached to the circ.u.mstance?"
"Can"t we also go strolling in the park, my dear?" plaintively asked Yetive.
"It depends upon where we stroll, I fancy," suggested Marlanx derisively. Beverly flashed a fierce look at the head of the army. "By the way, Baron Dangloss, where is the incomparable Haddan?"
Baldos shot a startled glance at the two men and in an instant comprehension came to him. He knew the secret of Haddan"s constant companionship. An expression of bitter scorn settled upon his mouth, Dangloss mumbled a reply, at which the Iron Count laughed sarcastically.
"I am returning to the castle," said Beverly coldly, "Pray don"t let me interfere with your stroll. Or is it possible that you think it necessary to deliver me safely to my nurse, now that you have found me?"
"Don"t be angry, dear," whispered Yetive, coming close to her side." I will tell you all about it later on. It was all due to Count Marlanx."
"It was all done to humiliate me," replied Beverly, indignation surpa.s.sing confusion at last. "I hate all of you."
"Oh, Beverly!" whispered the princess, in distress.
"Well, perhaps _you_ were led into it," retracted Beverly, half mollified. "Look at that old villain whispering over there. No wonder his wives up and died. They just _had_ to do it. I hate all but you and Count Halfont and Baron Dangloss," which left but one condemned.
"And Baldos?" added Yetive, patting her hand.
"I wish you"d be sensible," cried Beverly, most ungraciously, and Yetive"s soft laugh irritated her. "How long had you been listening to us?"
"Not so much as the tiniest part of a minute," said Yetive, recalling another disastrous eavesdropping. "I am much wiser than when Baldos first came to serve you. We were quite a distance behind Count Marlanx, I a.s.sure you."
"Then _he_ heard something?" asked Beverly anxiously.
"He has been in a detestable mood ever since we rejoined him. Could he have heard anything disagreeable?"
"No; on the contrary, it was quite agreeable."
All this time Baldos was standing at attention a few paces off, a model soldier despite the angry shifting of his black eyes. He saw that they had been caught in a most unfortunate position. No amount of explaining could remove the impression that had been forced upon the witnesses, voluntary or involuntary as the case might be. Baldos could do nothing to help her, while she was compelled to face the suspicions of her best friends. At best it could be considered nothing short of a clandestine meeting, the consequences of which she must suffer, not he. In his heated brain he was beginning to picture scandal with all the disgusting details that grow out of evil misrepresentation.
Count Halfont separated himself from the group of three and advanced to the sedan-chair. Marlanx and Dangloss were arguing earnestly in low tones.
"Shall we return, your highness?" asked Halfont, addressing both with one of his rarest smiles. "If I remember aright, we were to dine _en famille_ to-night, and it is well upon the hour. Besides, Count Marlanx is a little distressed by your absent-mindedness, Miss Beverly, and I fancy he is eager to have it out with you."
"My absent-mindedness? What is it that I have forgotten?" asked Beverly, puckering her brow.
"That"s the trouble, dear," said Yetive. "You forgot your promise to teach him how to play that awful game called poker. He has waited for you at the castle since six o"clock. It is now eight. Is it any wonder that he led the searching party? He has been on nettles for an hour and a half."
"Goodness, I"ll wager he"s in a temper!" exclaimed Beverly, with no remorse, but some apprehension.
"It would be wisdom to apologize to him," suggested Yetive, and her uncle nodded earnestly.
"All right. I think I can get him into good humor without half trying. Oh, Count Marlanx! Come here, please. You aren"t angry with me, are you? Wasn"t it awful for me to run away and leave you to play solitaire instead of poker? But, don"t you know, I was so wretchedly tired after the ride, and I knew you wouldn"t mind if I--" and so she ran glibly on, completely forestalling him, to the secret amus.e.m.e.nt of the others. Nevertheless, she was nervous and embarra.s.sed over the situation. There was every reason to fear that the Iron Count had heard and seen enough to form a pretty good opinion of what had pa.s.sed between herself and Baldos in this remote corner of the park. A deep sense of shame was taking possession of her.
Marlanx, smiling significantly, looked into her brave little face, and permitted her to talk on until she had run out of breath and composure. Then he bowed with exaggerated gallantry and informed her that he was hers to command, and that it was not for him to forgive but to accept whatever was her gracious pleasure. He called upon the chair-bearers and they took up their burden. Beverly promptly changed her mind and concluded to walk to the castle. And so they started off, the chair going ahead as if out of commission forever. Despite her efforts to do so, the American girl (feeling very much abused, by the way), was unsuccessful in the attempt to keep the princess at her side. Yetive deliberately walked ahead with Halfont and Dangloss. It seemed to Beverly that they walked unnecessarily fast and that Marlanx was provokingly slow. Baldos was twenty paces behind, as was his custom.