and he jerked his shoulders with a don"t-care gesture.
"I should be ashamed to say that."
"I suppose you would. I suppose you would. I should have been, at one time, when I first began; but not now. Besides, it suits everybody all right. You see, you don"t understand."
"I have no intention of trying it."
"No, don"t. It"s only h.e.l.l a bit before one"s time. But I didn"t stop you to talk about this. I don"t quite know why I did stop you now;"
and he ran his hand across his forehead as if striving to remember.
A painful gesture, almost pathetic and intensely suggestive.
"I suppose it was just a wish to speak to you, that"s all," he said at length, wearily. "Oh, I know. You reminded me so much of--of another Christabel of the name you mentioned, Christabel von Dreschler, that I wondered if you could be any relation. You _are_ an American, are you not?"
"Yes. But that is not an American name."
"But she was American. I knew her in New York years ago. Lord, what long years ago. You are not a relation of hers?"
"I have no relative of that name, Count Karl."
"I wish you had been one."
"Why?"
"That"s just what I"ve been asking myself these two days. It wouldn"t have been any good, would it? And yet--" he sighed--"yet I think I should have been drawn to speak pretty freely to you."
"About what?"
He turned at the pointed question and looked quizzically at me. "I wonder. You"re so like her, you see."
"Were you in love with her, then?"
He started resentfully at the thrust. Coming from me it must have sounded very much like impertinence.
"Miss Gilmore, I----" then he smiled in his feeble, nothing-matters manner. "Of course that"s a question I can"t answer, and you oughtn"t to ask. But life"s much too stupid for one to take offence when it isn"t meant. And I don"t suppose you meant any, did you?"
"No, on the contrary. I should very much like to be your friend," I said, very earnestly.
"Would you? I daresay you would. Lots of people would like to be the friend of the Duke Ladislas" eldest son. If they only knew! What humbug it all is."
"I am not a humbug," I protested.
"I daresay you have a motive in that clever little brain of yours. No clever people do anything without one, and they both agree you"re clever and sharp. I wonder what it is. Tell me."
""They both?"" I repeated, catching at his words.
His face clouded with pa.s.sing doubt and then cleared as he understood.
"I"m getting stupid again; but you don"t get stupid. You know what Henriette and Gustav are in my life. You"ve spotted it, of course. It saves a heap of trouble to have some one to think for you. You mayn"t believe it--you like to think for yourself; but it does, a regular heap of bother. And after all, the chief thing in life is to dodge trouble, isn"t it?"
"No." I said it with so much energy that he laughed.
"That"s only your point of view. You"re American, you see. But I"m right. I hate taking trouble. Of course I know things. They think I don"t, but I do. And I don"t care."
"What things do you know?"
He stopped hitting his boots with his whip and looked round at me, paused, and then shook his head slowly. "You don"t understand, and it wouldn"t do you any good if you did."
But I did understand and drove the spur in. "I don"t understand one thing--why the elder son should think his chief object in life is to make way for the younger brother."
He leant back on the seat and laughed. "They"re right. You have a cute little head and no mistake. That"s just it. I"m not surprised Gustav warned me against you. But he needn"t. I shouldn"t let you worry me into things. I"m glad I spoke to you, though. You"ve got old fox Erlanger round that little finger of yours, too, haven"t you?"
"I was governess to General von Erlanger"s daughter."
"And played chess with the old boy. I know;" and he laughed again.
"And he sent you to look after Henriette, eh?"
"No. I knew Madame d"Artelle in Paris, years ago; and I went to her thinking her influence would help me."
"Did you? I"m not asking. But if you did, you can"t be so clever as they think. She hasn"t any influence with any one but me--and I don"t count. I never shall either."
"Whose fault is that but your own?"
"I don"t want to. I don"t care. If I did care, of course----" The momentary gleam of energy died out in another weary look and wave of the hand. He waited and then asked. "But won"t you tell me that motive of yours, for wanting to be my friend, you know?"
"I did not say I had one."
"I hoped you might want me to do something for you."
"Why?"
"Because you might do something for me in return."
"I"ll promise to do that in any case."
"Ah, they all say that. The world"s full of unselfish people willing to do things for a Duke"s son," he said, lazily.
"What is it you wish me to do?"
"You have friends in America, of course?"
"Yes."
"Do you think they could find that other girl--the one you"re like, Christabel von Dreschler?"
"Yes, I"ve no doubt they could."
"Well, I"d like to hear of her again."
"Would you like her to know what your life is and what you have become?"