"I wonder if you would like to know why?"
"No, thank you," I cried rather hurriedly.
My haste seemed to amuse him. "Well, I don"t suppose it matters. Then you"re not going to Paris?"
"Not yet--at any rate."
"Then I shall see you sometimes. I must if I"m to keep from it, you know."
"Yes, if possible and necessary."
"It is necessary, and I"ll make it possible. You don"t know the responsibility you"ve taken on yourself so lightly."
"Perhaps I have not taken it lightly, but intentionally."
"You can"t be _here_ intentionally," he said, with a start. "You can"t, because--do you mean that you know what I"m supposed to have come here for?" Half incredulous, this.
"Yes, quite well."
"That they want to drive me to marry Hen--Madame d"Artelle? And that my brother will be here with a priest in half an hour or so?"
"I did not know your brother was coming," and the news gave me a twinge of uneasiness. "But my object was to prevent the marriage taking place."
"Why?" he asked, somewhat eagerly.
"Her husband is still living."
"I mean, why did you wish to prevent it?"
"I will tell you that presently."
"Tell me now."
"No."
"Yes--I insist."
"That is no use with me."
"Isn"t it? We"ll see. You know what I carry here;" and he slid his fingers into the pocket from which I had before seen him take the opium pills. "I shall take it if you don"t tell me."
"You must do as you please. But you have none with you."
"How do you know?"
"You told Madame d"Artelle so, in the carriage."
He laughed and took out a little phial half full of them, and held it up. "She is stupid. Do you think I should regard it as more than half a victory if I didn"t carry this with me? Will you drive me back to it now?"
He took out one of the pills, held it up, and gazed at it with eyes almost haggard with greedy longing.
"This is childish," I said.
"No, it"s a question of your will or mine. Will you tell me or shall I take this? One or the other. You can undo your own work. I can scarcely bear the sight of it."
"I accept the challenge," I answered after a second"s pause. "It is your will or mine. Rather than see you take that I will tell you----"
"I knew you would," he broke in triumphantly.
"But if I do, I declare to you on my honour that the instant I have told you, I will leave the room and the house, and never see you again."
The look of triumph melted away slowly. "I don"t want victory on those terms. You"ve beaten me. Look here." He opened the long French window, flung the pill out into the night, and then emptied the phial.
"Rather than--than what you said;" and he looked round and sighed.
"Thank you," I said.
In the pause the sound of horses" hoofs on the hard road, reached us through the open window.
"Here come Gustav and the priest, I expect."
I bit my lip. "I don"t want him to see me," I said, hurriedly.
"What does it matter?"
"Everything."
He closed the window. "What will you do?"
"I will lock myself in one of the rooms upstairs and tell my servants to say Madame d"Artelle is too ill to see him."
"Your servant?"
"Don"t stop to ask questions. I can explain all presently. Do as I wish--please. He thinks you are--are drugged----"
"Not drugged--drunk; but how do you know that?"
"Madame d"Artelle thought so at first." The horses were now so near that I could hear them through the closed window. "You can still pretend. Lie on the sofa there. For Heaven"s sake be quick. There are but two or three minutes at most now."
"Oh, I"ll get rid of them."
I took this for a.s.sent, and hurried out of the room as the carriage stopped at the door. Calling James Perry I told him what do to and ran up again to the room where I had been before.
I would not have a light but sat first on the edge of the bed, wondering what would happen, whether I should be discovered, how long Count Gustav would stay, and how Karl would do as he had said.
The house was badly built, and I could hear the murmur of voices in the room below. I slipped to the floor and lay with my ear to the ground in my anxiety to learn what went on. I could hear nothing distinctly, however. The murmurs were louder, but I could not make out the words.
Then I remembered about Colonel Katona, and crossing to the window pulled the blind aside and looked out wondering whether he was still near the house.
The moonlight was brighter, but the shadows of the trees thicker and darker; and for a long time I could distinguish nothing. The carriage remained at the door; the jingling of the harness, the occasional pawing of the impatient horses, and the checking word of the coachman told me this.