"In fact," said the Countess, "the remark comes to this, that Rudolph would never be sent to Russia, whatever else they might expect of him."
Even through their tears Alicia"s eyes brightened with triumph.
"But he HAS gone, mamma! I got a letter from him this morning--from St.
Petersburg!"
The satisfaction of her two physicians on hearing this piece of good news took the form of a start which might well have been mistaken for mere astonishment, or even for dismay.
"And you did not tell ME of it!" cried her mother.
"Rudolph did not wish me to. I have only told you now to prove how utterly wrong you both are."
"Let me see this letter!"
"Indeed, mamma, I won"t!"
The two ladies looked at one another with such animosity that Sir Justin felt called upon to interfere.
"Suppose the Baroness were to read us as much as is necessary to convince us that there is no possibility of a mistake," he suggested.
So profoundly did the Countess respect his advice that she graciously waived her maternal rights so far as actually following the text with her eyes went; while her daughter, after a little demur, was induced to depart this one step further from her husband"s injunctions.
"You have no objections to my glancing at the post-mark?" said Sir Justin when this point was settled.
With a toss of her head the Baroness silently handed him the envelope.
"It seems correct," he observed cautiously.
"But post-marks can be forged, can"t they?" inquired the Countess.
"I fear they can," he admitted, with a sorrowful air.
Scorning to answer this insinuation, the Baroness proceeded to read aloud the following extracts:
""I travelled with comfort through Europe, and having by many countries pa.s.sed, such as Germany and others, I arrived, my dear Alicia, in Russia.""
"Is that all he says about his journey?" interrupted Lady Grillyer.
"It is certainly a curiously insufficient description of a particularly interesting route," commented Sir Justin.
"It almost seems as if he didn"t know what other countries lie between England and Russia," added the Countess.
"It only means that he knows geography doesn"t interest me!" replied Alicia. "And he does say more about his journey--"Alone by myself, in a carriage very quietly I travelled." And again--"To be observed not wishing, and strict orders being given to me, with no man I spoke all the way." There!"
"That certainly makes it more difficult to check his statements," Sir Justin admitted.
"Ah, he evidently thought of that!" said the Countess. "If he had said there was anyone with him, we could have asked him afterwards who it was. What a pity! Read on, my child--we are vastly interested."
Thus encouraged, the Baroness continued
""In Russia the crops are good, and from my window with pleasure I observe them. Petersburg is a nice town, and I have a pleasant apartment in it!""
"What!" exclaimed the Countess. "He is looking at the crops from his window in St. Petersburg!"
Sir Justin grimly pursed his lips, but his silence was more ominous than speech. In fact, the Baron"s unfortunate effort at realism by the introduction of his window struck the first blow at his wife"s implicit trust in him. She was evidently a little disconcerted, though she stoutly declared--
"He is evidently living in the suburbs, mamma."
"Will you be so kind as to read on a little farther?" interposed Sir Justin in a grave voice.
""The following reflections have I made. Russia is very large and cold, where people in furs are to be seen, and sledges. Bombs are thrown sometimes, and the marine is not good when it does drink too much." Now, mamma, he must have seen these things or he wouldn"t put them in his letter."
The Baroness broke of somewhat hurriedly to make this comment, almost indeed as though she felt it to be necessary. As for her two comforters, they looked at one another with so much sorrow that their eyes gleamed and their lips appeared to smile.
"The Baron did not write that letter in Russia," said Sir Justin decisively. "Furs are not worn in summer, nor do the inhabitants travel in sledges at this time of the year."
"But--but he doesn"t say he actually saw them," pleaded the Baroness.
"Then that remark, just like the rest of his reflections, makes utter nonsense," rejoined her mother.
"Is that all?" inquired Sir Justin.
"Almost all--all that is important," faltered the Baroness.
"Let us hear the rest," said her mother inexorably.
"There is only a postscript, and that merely says--"The flask that you filled I thank you for; it was so large that it was sufficient for----"
I can"t read the last word."
"Let me see it, Alicia."
A few minutes ago Alicia would have torn the precious letter up rather than let another eye fall upon it. That her devotion was a little disturbed was proved by her allowing her two advisers to study even a single sentence. Keeping her hand over the rest, she showed it to them.
They bent their brows, and then simultaneously exclaimed--
""Us both!""
"Oh, it can"t be!" cried the poor Baroness.
"It is absolutely certain," said her mother in a terrible voice--""It was so large that it was sufficient for us both!""
"There is no doubt about it," corroborated Sir Justin sternly. "The unfortunate young man has inadvertently confessed his deception."
"It cannot be!" murmured the Baroness. "He said at the beginning that he travelled quite alone."
"That is precisely what condemns him," said her mother.
"Precisely," reiterated Sir Justin.
The Baroness audibly sobbed, while the two patchers of her peace of mind gazed at her commiserately.