""I could be." Oh dear, I believe this worm _is_ out after all."
"This is most interesting. I don"t mean about the worm. Terry"s in luck for once."
"But he thinks me a little girl."
"Little girls can be fascinating. Besides, I"ll make it my business to remind him that little girls don"t take long to grow up."
"Will you really? But you won"t let him know about this talk?"
"Sooner would I be torn in two by wild motor-cars. These confidences are sacred."
"I"ll say nice things about you to Maida," I volunteered.
He stared for a minute, and then laughed. "I should tell you not to if I weren"t certain that all the nice things in the world might be said on that subject with no more effect upon Miss Destrey than a shower of rain has on my duck"s back. You must try and help me not to fall in love with her."
"Why?" I asked.
"Because, for one reason, she"d never fall in love with me; and for another, I couldn"t in any event afford to love her, any more than can my friend Terry Barrymore."
"Perhaps I"d better work her off on the Prince, and then you"d both be out of danger," said I.
"It would at least save me anxiety about my friend, though I should doubtless suffer in the process," replied Sir Ralph.
"I"ll comfort you whenever I have time," I a.s.sured him.
"Do," he entreated. "It will be a real charity. And in the meantime, I shan"t be idle. I shall be working for you."
"Thank you ever so much," said I. "I should be glad if you"d report progress from time to time."
"I will," said he. "We"ll keep each other up, won"t we?"
"Be-echy!" shrieked Mamma. "I"ve been screaming to you for the last _twenty_ minutes. Come here at once and tell me what you"re doing. It"s sure to be something naughty."
So we both came. But the only part that we mentioned was the worm. X
XII
A CHAPTER OF HORRORS
It is wonderful how well it pa.s.ses time to have a secret understanding with anybody; that is, if you"re a girl, and the other person a man. Mr.
Barrymore and Maida seemed hardly to have gone before they were back again; which pleased me very much. In attendance was a man with a mule--a grinning man; a ragged and reluctant mule; which was still more reluctant when it found out what it was expected to do. However, after a fine display of diplomacy on our Chauffeulier"s part, and force on that of the mule"s owner, the animal was finally hitched to the automobile with strong rope.
Mr. Barrymore had to sit in the driver"s seat to steer, while the man led the mule, but we others decided to walk. Mamma"s heels are not quite as high as her pride (when she"s feeling pretty well), so she preferred to march on the road rather than endure the ignominy of being dragged into even the smallest of villages behind the meanest of beasts.
A train for Cuneo was due at Limone, it seemed, in an hour, and we could walk there in about half that time, Mr. Barrymore thought. He had made arrangements with the _capo di stazione_, as he called him, to have a truck in readiness. The automobile would be put on it, and the truck would be hitched to the train.
Maida and I were delighted with everything; and when Mamma grumbled a little, and said this sort of thing wasn"t what she"d expected, we argued so powerfully that it was much more fun getting what you did not expect, than what you did, that we brought her round to our point of view, and set her laughing with the rest of us.
"After all, what does it matter, as long as we"re all young together?"
said she, at last; and then I knew that the poor dear was happy.
Sir Ralph considered Limone an ordinary Italian village, but it seemed fascinating to us. The fruit stalls, under overhanging balconies, looked as if piled with splendid jewels; rubies, amethysts and pearls, globes of gold, and silver, and coral, as big as those that Aladdin found in the wonderful cave. Dark girls with starry eyes and clouds of hair stood gossipping in old, carved doorways, or peered curiously down at us from oddly shaped windows; and they were so handsome that we liked them even when they doubled up with laughter at our procession, and called their lovers and brothers to laugh too.
Men and women ran out from dark recesses where they sold things, and from two-foot-wide alleys which the sun could never have even seen, staring at us, and saying "molta bella" as Maida pa.s.sed. She really was very effective against the rich-coloured background--like a beautiful white bird that had strayed into the narrow village streets, with sunshine on its wings. But she didn"t seem to realize that she was being looked at in a different way from the rest of us. "I suppose we"re as great curiosities to them, as they are to us," she said, lingering to gaze at the gorgeous fruit, or some quaint Catholic emblems for sale in dingy windows, until Sir Ralph had to hurry her along lest we should miss the train.
We were in plenty of time, though; and at the railroad depot (according to me), or the railway station (according to Sir Ralph and our Chauffeulier), the automobile had been got onto the truck before the train was signalled. Our tickets had been bought by Mr. Barrymore, who would pay for them all, as he said it was "his funeral," and we stood in a row on the platform, waiting, when the train boomed in.
As it slowed down, car after car pa.s.sing us, Mamma gave a little scream and pointed. "Look, there"s another automobile on a truck!" said she.
"My goodness, if it isn"t exactly like the Prince"s!"
"And if that isn"t exactly like the Prince!" echoed Sir Ralph, waving his hand at the window of a car next to the truck.
We all broke into a shout of ribald joy. Not even a saint could have helped it, I"m sure; for Maida is pretty near to a saint, and she was as bad as any of us.
The Prince"s head popped back into the window, like a rabbit"s into its hole; but in another second he must have realized that it was no use playing "possum when there, within a dozen yards, was that big scarlet runner of his, as large as life, though not running for the moment. He quickly decided to make the best of things by turning the tables upon us, and pointing the finger of derision at our automobile, which by careening himself out of the window he could see on its truck.
Before the train had stopped, he was down on the platform, gallantly helping Mamma up the high step into the compartment where he had been sitting; so we all followed.
"You broke something, I see," His Highness remarked jovially, as if nothing had ever happened to him.
"It was you who broke it," said I, before either of our men could speak.
"But I mean something in your motor," he explained.
"Yes, its heart! The long agony of towing you up those miles of mountain was too much for it. But motors" hearts can be mended."
"So can young ladies", _n"est-ce pas_? Well, this is an odd meeting. I telegraphed you, Countess, to the hotel at Cuneo, where we arranged our rendezvous, in case you arrived before me, to say that I was on the way; but now we will all go there together. Since we parted I have had adventures. So, evidently, have you. Joseph"s repairs were so unsatisfactory, owing to his own inefficiency and that of the machine shop, that I saw the best thing to do was to come on by train to Cuneo, where proper tools could be obtained. After some difficulty I found horses to tow me up to the railway terminus at Vievola, where I succeeded in getting a truck, and--_voila_!"
Whereupon Mamma poured a history of our exploits into the Prince"s ears, exaggerating a little, but saying nothing detrimental to our Chauffeulier, who would perhaps not have cared or even heard if she had, for he was showing things to Maida through the window.
"We"re in Piedmont now," he said. "How peaceful and pretty, and characteristically Italian it is, with the vines and chestnut trees and mulberries! Who would think, to see this richly cultivated plain, that it was once appropriately nicknamed "the c.o.c.kpit of Europe," because of all the fighting that has gone on here between so many nations, ever since the dawn of civilization? It"s just as hard to realize as to believe that the tiny rills trickling over pebbly river-beds which we pa.s.s can turn into mighty floods when they choose. When the snows melt on Monte Viso--that great, white, leaning tower against the sky--and on the other snow mountains, then is the time of danger in this land that the sun loves."
Mamma thought the train rather restful after an automobile, but I discouraged her in that opinion by saying that it sounded very old-fashioned, and she amended it by hurriedly remarking that, anyhow, she would soon be tired of resting and glad to get on again.
"That must be Cuneo, now," said Mr. Barrymore, pointing to a distant town which seemed to grow suddenly up out of the plain, very important, full of vivid colours, and modern looking after the strange, ancient villages we had pa.s.sed on the way.
When we got out of the train Joseph was on the platform, more depressed than ever, but visibly brightening at sight of Mr. Barrymore, for whom he evidently cherishes a lively admiration; or else he regards him as a professional brother.
What happened to the two automobiles, I don"t know, for we didn"t stop to see. Sir Ralph had a hurried consultation with Mr. Barrymore, and then said that he would take us up to the hotel in a cab, with all our luggage.
There wasn"t room for the Prince in our ramshackle old vehicle, and he took another, being apparently very anxious to arrive at the hotel before us. He spoke to his driver, who lashed the one poor nag so furiously that Maida cried out with rage, and they flashed past us, the horse galloping as if Black Care were on his back. But something happened to the harness, and they were obliged to stop; so we got ahead, and reached the wide-arcaded square of the hotel first after all.
It was quite a grand-looking town, for a middle-sized one, but Mamma drew back hastily when she had taken a step into the hall of the hotel.
"Oh, we can"t stop here!" she exclaimed. "This must be the worst instead of the best."