"It is not true," Eveline repeated. "We do not flagellate ourselves; look!" And kneeling down before Arpad she raised the lace collar which was round her neck and made him look at her fair skin.
They were a pair of children.
Arpad took his hat and his leave. He left a card with his address, but he would have no share in her concert.
Eveline, however, went on writing her programme.
CHAPTER XXIX
IMMACULATE
Eveline was still writing her programme when the Abbe Samuel was announced. In Paris it is not thought out of the way for an abbe to visit an actress, and, for the rest, the abbe was an old friend, well known to both husband and wife. He was naturally very much interested in the concert, and read the programme most attentively.
"It would have been all so nice," said Eveline, in a vexed tone, "only for that stupid Arpad. See, father, just there, between my song and the violoncello solo, he would have come in so well."
"Is Arpad in town?"
"Yes, he has only just gone. I begged of him to help my concert; and my song from the Stabat Mater would have gone so much better to the harmonium, and he accompanies beautifully; but he has grown quite silly; he has become a heretic."
The priest shook his sides with laughter, and then a sudden idea struck him. It was plain Eveline liked Arpad, which was only natural, for they were about the same age. He was twenty, she nineteen--a pair of children, and children like to amuse themselves. They don"t care for serious things; that comes later. What if he made use of Arpad to introduce Waldemar?
"I should like to take a bet with you that Arpad Belenyi will play the piano at your concert, and that, moreover, he will accompany your Stabat Mater on the harmonium. If he does so, what will you give me?"
"Oh, he won"t do it; you may be sure of that! I know him well; he is very obstinate once he takes anything into his c.o.c.katoo"s head, and if _I_ have not been able to persuade him--"
Eveline had immense faith in the magic power of her black eyes.
"Well, you shall see. What will you give me if I succeed?" repeated the abbe.
Eveline replied to this question by another:
"How do you mean to get round him?" She said nothing of what she would give in case he succeeded.
"Oh, there are many ways; for instance, I might say to him that if he played in your drawing-room it is very likely he may be engaged by the empress, and that then his fortune was made--at least, for this season. An artist would at once see what a chance this would be. Then I would offer him money."
"I have done that already--five hundred francs."
"Well, although a young man may turn up his nose at five hundred francs, an old woman will appreciate a hundred Napoleons at their true value. Arpad must obey his mother"s wishes, and what she promises for him he must do. I know the circ.u.mstances."
"You are a very sensible man. I should have begun with the mother, but it never occurred to me. Well, manage it all for me. If you only accomplish it I shall do whatever you ask me."
She was in such good-humor that the abbe saw he could ask her anything; still, it was with a slight hesitation that he said:
"I want you to give me an invitation for your charity concert for a friend of mine."
"You shall have ten," cried Eveline, joyfully.
"I only require one, but this invitation must be written with your own hand."
"Give me the name of your friend and I will write the card this moment."
As she spoke she seated herself at her writing-table, took an invitation-card from her drawer, and made all ready to begin.
"Now the name."
"Prince Waldemar Sondersheim."
When she heard the name Eveline threw down her pen and sprang hastily to her feet.
"No," she said, decidedly, "never!"
The abbe burst into a shrill laugh. "Your excitement is very becoming," he said. "You are a fine actress."
"I shall not invite Prince Sondersheim to my concert," returned Eveline, seating herself on the sofa with a defiant air.
"Is the prince disagreeable to you?"
"I loathe him."
"Do you imagine that the world contains nothing but simpletons like Arpad Belenyi?"
Eveline got up from the sofa, went to the writing-table, and tore the programme she had been writing into a hundred pieces.
"Arpad may stay at home, tied to his mother"s ap.r.o.n-strings. I don"t want him nor any one. I"ll give up the concert;" and she threw the torn fragments of her programme into the fireplace.
The abbe rose from his seat and took the excited girl by the hand.
"Compose yourself, my dear young lady," he said. "I have come to you on a most urgent matter--a matter which is of serious consequence to you and your husband, and I do not deny that it is of great moment to me. I may, in fact, call it of vital importance to each one of us. If it should turn out as badly as it threatens your husband shall have to go to America, I must return to my monastery, and what will become of you I do not know."
Eveline sat down again on the sofa. She listened to him attentively.
"At all events, you will have to go out of this," went on the abbe, "and that without loss of time. You must know that the old Prince Theobald, after you had returned to him the palace in the Maximilian Stra.s.se, which he had made a present to you, took shares in your name in the Bondavara Company to the amount of a million."
"I never knew it," said Eveline.
"That proves that you never thought of asking your husband what the expense of this splendid hotel was, to say nothing of your magnificent carriage and horses, your numerous servants, your conservatory--"
"I thought that my salary, added to what Herr Kaulmann--" She stopped suddenly; the incredulous smile on the abbe"s lips made her silent. He continued:
"All this splendor is at an end. A telegram which came a few hours ago brings the news that, at the suit of his son-in-law, Prince Theobald"s affairs have been placed in the hands of trustees; the trustees will, without any doubt, seize the shares taken for you."
"They may do as they like," returned the girl, indifferently.
"Oh, there may be a lawsuit! But there is worse to come. Another telegram brings the news that last week there was a fearful explosion at the Bondavara colliery."