"If I tell you to-morrow where to find Gareth, will you make public what you have told me to-day and denounce the men who were concerned in my father"s ruin?"
At the direct question he was profoundly agitated again. "Is there no other way?"
"No. None. I am pleading for my father"s honour."
"I will do it," he said, with a bitter sigh.
"On your word of honour, Colonel Katona?"
"Yes. On my word of honour. G.o.d help me."
I drew a deep breath of relief. I needed no further a.s.surance. I had seen enough to know that what I still had to tell him--that Gustav was the man he sought--would suffice to change any lingering remnant of indecision into grim set purpose.
I told him I would send him word on the following morning where he and Count Karl were to come to me at about noon.
"You will give me your hand, Christabel?" he asked, hesitating, as we were parting.
"Yes. I trust you now to undo the past."
He held my hand a moment and seemed much affected.
"I had meant to speak to you about Count Karl. He----"
"Please!" I broke in.
"If I could help your happiness it would be some recompense for my wrong to your father."
"You cannot do that."
"You care for him?"
"Please," I said again.
"I know. He has told me what stands between you. I am glad now that you made me speak--although your words stabbed me to the heart. But I am glad now--and perhaps I can help you. It should not be all tragedy for you two. But heaven knows it is tragedy whatever happens."
I was glad to be alone. The interview had tried me. I endeavoured to a.n.a.lyze my feelings; and I am afraid I realized that while I was jubilant at the prospect of success, the knowledge that it brought nearer the parting from Karl made me almost wish for failure.
That was rank treachery to my purpose and my dear father"s memory, I know. But then, I was only a girl; and after all, even in the strongest of us, the heart will have its way at times. Mine took it then for a desolate half-hour, until I was roused by the two chattering girls who came romping in to take me away to dress for dinner.
CHAPTER XXIII
A GREEK GIFT
At dinner his Excellency was thoughtful and taciturn, and we had a rather dismal meal. He noticed my dress when we met, however.
"You have your clothes, then?" he said in his dryest manner.
"Yes, my servant came to arrange the things I needed."
"I don"t wish to know," he exclaimed, promptly, with a glance which showed me that he understood I had not been idle.
But after that he scarcely spoke. The girls chattered to me, chiefly making fun of the new governess before her face in the most impudent manner; but I was too busy with my own thoughts to pay much heed.
Something had happened since the General and I had parted; and I was sure it concerned me; so I waited and watched until either he should tell me or I should find it out for myself.
He sent the girls and their governess away almost before they had finished eating, and took me at once into the little salon where we usually played chess.
"Is it a compliment to me that you have arrayed yourself so?" he asked.
In that moment I seemed to guess what was in his thoughts. "It is perhaps a coincidence," I said with a smile.
"Why a coincidence?" He was puzzled.
"Because I had not expected to see any one but yourself."
He nodded. "That instinct of yours always interests me."
I had gone to the chess board and taken two or three pieces out of the box. I put them back. "So we are not to play chess to-night. Who is it?"
"No, there you are wrong for once. We are to play. I have spoken of your chess-playing powers to a very old friend of mine, and he is coming to see us play."
I shook my head. "Your Excellency means that the game is to be a pretext. What is his name?"
"I am not "your Excellency" to you, Christabel. It is General von Walther--an old comrade of mine."
"I am getting interested in him already--an old comrade whose unexpected visit made you so thoughtful during dinner that you could scarcely speak a word. On my account, too. The only time you spoke was to express satisfaction that I was dressed well enough to receive him."
"You are building a palace with match boxes, Christabel. You had better set the men."
I set them and we began to play. I made two or three egregiously bad moves; and he did not notice them. The "old comrade" was evidently still absorbing his thoughts; and began to fill mine too.
"Hadn"t we better have something more like a real game when he comes in? It should at least look like serious chess," I said, and was making some impromptu changes in the positions of the men when General von Walther was announced.
I shut down the smile which followed my first glance at him. It was too bad of his Excellency to try and deceive me. I had seen the "old comrade" before, however; and I was not likely to forget him. It was Duke Ladislas himself.
They both played up to the arranged parts, and of course I did my best to help them.
"Come in, old friend," said his Excellency, genially. "This is the chess prodigy. My old friend General von Walther, Miss Gilmore."
"His Excellency always flatters me, General, because on one occasion I was lucky enough to beat him."
"I am delighted to meet you, Miss von Dreschler," said the "general,"
so occupied in giving me a sharp look that he did not notice he had used the wrong name. "You are a great favourite of my old friend."
I made an appropriate reply, and for some minutes we chatted about chess, and the weather, and what I thought of Pesth, and so on--anything except what he must have come to speak about; whatever that was.