"To my regret, no."
"Ah, then you haven"t seen what a city should be. Fine broad straight streets, plenty of air s.p.a.ce, and handsome buildings."
"I know that American women are handsome," he replied, with a look intended to put the compliment on me. But I was not taking any.
"I guess we reckon looks by the dollar measure, Count. You should see our girls at home."
"You must regret living away from your country."
"Every man must whittle his own stick, you know, and every woman too.
Which means, I have to make my own way."
"You are more than capable, I am sure."
"I can try to plough my own furrow, sure."
"You have come to Pesth for that purpose?"
"Yes--out of the crowd."
"What furrow do you think of ploughing here?"
"Well, just at present I"m in Madame"s hands, you see. And I think we"re getting to understand one another, some. Though whether we"re going to continue to pull in the same team much longer seems considerably doubtful."
"I am very anxious to help you, Christabel, dear," put in Madame d"Artelle; and I knew from that "dear," pretty much what was coming.
"It would give me much pleasure to place what influence I have at your disposal, Miss Gilmore."
"I must say I find everybody"s real kind," I answered, demurely.
"There is General von Erlanger saying very much the same thing."
"You speak German with an excellent idiom," said the Count, with a pretty sharp look. "One is tempted to think you have been in Europe often before."
I laughed. "I was putting a little American into the accent, Count, as a matter of fact. I have a knack for languages. I know Magyar just as well. And French, and Italian, and a bit of Russian. I"m a student of comparative folk lore, you know; and I"m getting up Turkish and Servian and Greek."
"But surely you have been much in Europe?"
"I was in Paris three years ago;" and at that Madame d"Artelle looked away.
"So Madame told me," he said, suggestively. "It was there you met, of course. It was there you made your mistake about her, I think."
"What mistake was that?"
"That Madame"s husband was still alive."
So he was a scoundrel after all, and this was to be the line of tactics.
"Oh, that is to be taken as a mistake, is it?" I said this just as though I were ready to fall in with the suggestion.
"Not taken as a mistake, Miss Gilmore. It is a mistake. We have the proofs of his death."
""We"?" I rapped back so sharply that he winced.
"Madame has confided in me," he replied.
"Well, from all accounts she has not lost much; and must be glad to be free to marry again."
His eyes smiled. "You are very quick, Miss Gilmore."
"I am not so quick as Madame," I retorted; "because she has got these proofs within the last hour. It is nothing to me, of course; but I don"t think we are getting on so quickly to an understanding as we might."
"You know that I am my brother"s friend as well as Madame"s in this?"
"What does that mean?"
"In regard to the marriage on which my brother"s heart is so deeply set. You are willing to help it also?"
"How can it concern me? What for instance would happen to me if I were not?" I paused and then added, significantly: "And what also if I were?"
"I think we shall arrive at a satisfactory understanding," he answered, with obvious relief. "Those who help my family--a very powerful and influential one, I may remind you--are sure to secure a great measure of our favour."
"I desire nothing more than that," said I, with the earnestness of truth--although the favour which I needed was not perhaps in his thoughts.
"Madame would of course like to know a good deal about all who co-operate with her," he declared, very smoothly and suggestively.
"What do you wish to know about me; and what do you wish me to do?"
"Americans are very direct," he replied, bowing. "She would leave you to tell us what you please, of course, and afford such means as you think best for her to make inquiries."
"Every one in Jefferson City knew my uncle, John P. Gilmore, knows that he educated me, and that what little money he left came to me. My father was a failure in life, and my mother died when I was a little child. I"m afraid I haven"t made much history so far. And that"s about all there is to it. What matters to me is not the past but the present and, perhaps, the future."
"You have no friends in Pesth?"
"None, unless you count General von Erlanger; I was his children"s governess and used to play chess with him."
"And your motive in coming here?" There was a glint in his eyes I did not understand.
"I thought I had told you. I am a student in the University."
"That is all?"
I laughed. "Oh no, indeed it isn"t. I am just looking around to shake hands with any opportunity that chances to come my way. I am a soldieress of fortune. That"s why I came to Madame d"Artelle. Not to study folk lore."
"In Paris you were not a student?"
"Oh, you mean I was better off then? My uncle Gilmore was alive; and we all thought he was rich."
"Pardon my inquisitiveness yet further. You know New York well?" This was the scent, then.