"Yes."
"Very well, then, we"ll take her as finished with. I don"t care much about her. She has disappointed me. She is pretty; beautiful even: but no brains. She has let you guess too much. I"d rather deal with you direct. What is number two? And how many numbers are there?"
He was so light in hand, took defeat so easily, was so apparently ready for a complete change of front, and spoke with such an admirable a.s.sumption of raillery that I had difficulty in repressing an inclination to smile.
"You admit your defeat, then?"
He spread out his hands, waving one of them toward Gareth"s drawing, and shrugged his shoulders.
"I am not a fool, Miss Gilmore."
I had expected anything except this instant surrender; and it caught me unready to state my terms. I could not go into the question of my father"s wrongs, because I did not know enough of the matter.
"The terms will be heavy," I said, slowly.
"One must pay a price for folly; and I shall at least have the compensation of pleasing you."
"You will make Gareth your legal wife?"
He drew two whiffs of his cigar, took it from his lips, and looked at it thoughtfully.
"I would much rather marry you," he said with sudden smiling insolence.
"Do you agree?" I asked, curtly.
"That"s number two, is it? Is the list much longer?"
"You will abandon the attempt to ruin your brother?"
"That"s number three--number four?"
"There is no number four at present."
"What, nothing for yourself? Then you are a most remarkable young lady. Oh, but there must be."
"You are wasting time, Count Gustav, and Colonel Katona may grow impatient," I answered.
"Give me time. I am lost in amazement at such altruism--such philanthropy. You come to Pesth to push your fortunes; chance and your clever little wits put a fortune in your grasp, and--you want nothing for yourself." He shot at me a glance of sly mockery. "Perhaps Miss von Dreschler seeks something? The other Christabel, you know."
"I have stated my terms, Count Gustav."
"My answer is that I accept all of them--except the last two;" and the laugh at his insolence was one of genuine enjoyment.
"Then there is no more to be said," I declared, rising.
"But indeed there is. Pray sit down again. We are going to talk this over frankly. There is always an alternative course in such affairs--that was why I was anxious to know your motive. Will you sit down?"
"No. I have said all I wish."
"Well, you gave me a surprise. I will give you one. You are Miss Christabel von Dreschler; or at all events you were, until you inherited your uncle"s money and took his name with it. He was John P.
Gilmore, of Jefferson City, Missouri. Now, allow me;" and he placed a chair for me with elaborate courtesy, while he regarded me with an expression of great satisfaction and triumph.
I sat down and he resumed his seat.
"By the way," he said, as if casually, "we are likely to be engaged some time, hadn"t we better let Colonel Katona go?"
"I may still have to speak to him," I answered, drily.
"I don"t think so, when he knows that you are Colonel von Dreschler"s daughter--if I should have to tell him, that is--he will not be very friendly toward you. He will not, really. He is a very singular old man." The art with which he conveyed this threat was inimitably excellent.
"The truth when he knows it, will tell with him, no matter from whom it comes."
"Yes, but he may not have to know it. You may persuade me to marry Gareth--in reality, you see. Besides, your object in bringing him here has already been achieved; you made your coup, and it was successful.
Why keep him? You can just as easily tell him all another time--if you have to; while if I agree to do now what you wish, you will only have to put him off and send him away. I really think he may go. I have very little doubt we shall come to an understanding."
I thought a moment. "Yes, he may go. I will tell him so."
"I will go with you to him. He has a great regard for my family. We will tell him you are indisposed, or anything you please. I can satisfy him more easily than you can, perhaps."
"I will go alone."
He shook his head and smiled. "Do you think that quite fair to me under the peculiar circ.u.mstances? I wish to be quite sure that what you say is discreet. I must make a point of it that we go together, really I must."
But I recalled my impersonation of the giggling miss, and was not willing that the Count should know of that.
"I will go alone to him, or he must remain," I said.
"I will go to him alone, then. You may be sure I shall not betray myself."
I let him go. I saw no risk in so simple a step, and was glad to be relieved from the interview. I read his act to be a confirmation of his words--that we were likely to come to an understanding, and in that case there would be no need for Colonel Katona ever to know that Gareth had been betrayed.
I was a little uneasy, however, when some minutes pa.s.sed and the Count did not return, but he explained the delay by saying that the Colonel was a peculiar man, and had plagued him with many questions difficult to answer.
"I told him you were not well, and would find means to see him as soon as necessary. And now, to resume our conversation, Miss--von Dreschler."
He spoke as airily as if it were a game of cards which had been interrupted.
"You take that for granted; but it scarcely helps matters."
"Permit me to indulge in the rudeness of a contradiction. I think it does. It gives me the clue to your motive--an essential matter to me.
You are an American, young, wealthy, very pretty, and undoubtedly clever. Why then do you masquerade as an adventuress? You may have one of two motives--and there is a very improbable third. As Miss von Dreschler, my brother paid you great attentions in New York; the matter being broken off suddenly, in obedience to the protest of one of the friends with him, who reminded Karl that what was going to happen here made it impossible for him to marry a private individual."
He was very quick to see the surprise with which I heard this, and paused to emphasize it.
"You are surprised. I always have thought that Karl"s conduct was indefensible. You ought to have been told the real reason; and it was only a flight of romantic fancy for him to prefer to pose as a mean fellow, willing to win your affections and then run away. That was his deliberate decision, however. He believed you would get over the affair all the more easily if you thought him a scoundrel."
He glanced up again to judge the effect of his words as he paused to pull at his cigar; but I was on guard and gave no sign at all. It was, however, an unpleasant experience to have the other side of my chief life"s story revealed by a man whom I knew to be false; and told with a purpose, in a tone of half sardonic raillery, and as a carefully calculated bid for my silence about himself. Heart dissection is a trying process under such conditions.
"You will see from this that Karl was--excuse me if I put it plainly; it is all necessary--was intensely devoted to you. He returned home profoundly unhappy and very love-sick--his is a nature which takes such things seriously--and to this hour he has never recovered. To forget you and the way he had treated you, he plunged into wild excesses which in a couple of years gravely impaired his health; heavy drinking was followed by the present pa.s.sion for opium. In a word, you have seen for yourself what love has done for my brother."