He smiled kindly. He was much too glad to know that she was back again to scold her.
"Go and cook me something hot as quickly as you can," he said. "You"ll be glad of your supper too."
She gazed at him in mute amazement.
"Why don"t you go?"
"I will--but, oh!" And then as if ashamed of what she was on the point of saying, she rushed past him into the kitchen.
"She almost claimed her flogging," he murmured, laughing, as he looked after her.
He was sitting at his desk where he generally worked, when she brought in the evening meal. The lamp with its green shade cast a subdued uncertain light over the apartment. He liked to watch her as she moved swiftly to and fro, in and out of the shadows. To-day her appearance almost frightened him. She looked resplendently, proudly beautiful. Not a trace of her former degradation was apparent. The once forlorn and half-tamed girl might have been taken for a d.u.c.h.ess, so graceful and distinguished were all her movements; so pure and full of charm the contour of her young erect figure. Was it the neat woollen dress, or the new jacket with its silver-grey fur--_kazabeika_, as they called it in Poland--that was responsible for the transformation? As she laid the table she smiled to herself a happy shame-faced little smile, and every now and then flashed a rapid stealthy glance across at him. It was evident she wanted to be admired, but dared not attract his attention.
When she came within the circle of light made by the lamp, in order to place it on the supper table, he turned his eyes quickly away to make her think he had noticed nothing. But all the same he could not resist letting fall a remark.
"How conceited we are of our new clothes!" he said banteringly.
A vivid blush spread over her face and neck.
"They are much too good for me," she whispered, still smiling, still glancing at him in half-ashamed coquetry. But she was not yet daughter of Eve enough to take a sidelong peep at herself in the gla.s.s.
On going to turn down his bed for the night, she was astonished to see how it had diminished in size, but gulped back an exclamation of surprise, lest he should be annoyed. Then wishing him good-night she left the room.
With a grin of inward satisfaction he thought of the great surprise that was in store for her, and soon became engrossed in his ma.n.u.scripts again.
About an hour had elapsed, when he was startled by a rustling sound at the back of his chair. He turned round and found her standing beside him. Her face was very white, her lips trembling, her breath coming quick through dilated nostrils. The fur collarette was unfastened at the throat, and showed the coa.r.s.e chemise underneath, the folds of which rose and fell with her billowing breast. In the excitement of the moment she had forgotten to arrange her clothing.
"How handsome she is!" he thought, filled with involuntary admiration of her strange beauty, and then he tried not to look at her.
"Now then, what"s the matter?" he asked in his gentlest tones.
She made an effort to speak, but some moments pa.s.sed before a sound escaped her lips.
"Oh, _Herr_!" she stammered forth at last, "was it you--did you do that with the beds?"
"Yes, of course. Who else should do it?"
"But--why--_why_?" and she lifted her swimming eyes in alarm and consternation.
Apparently his kindness frightened her. It was necessary to adopt a firmer tone in order to become master of his own emotions.
"Stupid girl," he said loftily, "do you think I wish you to die out there of cold?"
For a moment she stood like a statue, silent and motionless, and big sparkling drops rolled down her cheeks. And then suddenly she threw herself at his feet, clung to both his hands, and covered them with kisses and tears.
At first he was too unnerved and thrilled at the sight of her agitation to speak. He had never imagined that she would be so deeply moved. Then he collected himself, and withdrawing his hands commanded her to rise.
"Don"t make a scene, Regina," he said. "Go to bed. I"m sure you must be tired out."
She would have wiped her eyes with her sleeve, as was her habit, only she remembered the new soft fur tr.i.m.m.i.n.g in time, and so let her tears run on.
"Ah, _Herr_!" she sobbed. "I hardly know what"s come over me. But were you really serious? I don"t deserve all your kindness. First the beautiful jacket, and then when I expected a whipping for being gone the whole day--for you to ... Oh----"
"Say no more. I won"t listen to another word," he insisted. "You must have some sort of bed. Where used you to sleep before?"
She started and cast down her eyes.
"Before?" she murmured.
"Yes, in my father"s time."
"Ah, then, I used to lie on the door-mat or----" she paused.
"Or where?"
She still remained silent, and trembled.
"Where?" he asked again.
Her eyes moved shyly in the direction of the canopied bed.
"You know; ah, you know, _Herr_," she murmured. And then overwhelmed with shame she covered her face with her hands.
Yes, he knew. How could he forget it for a moment.
"Begone!" he cried, his voice shaking with anger and disgust, and he motioned her to the door.
Without a word she crept out, her head still bowed in her hands.
CHAPTER XI
Boleslav was almost happy. He had hit on a new and brilliant idea, and the hopes of carrying it out brightened for a time the deadening monotony of his existence. He believed he could clear his father"s memory.
How it had first occurred to him he hardly knew. He had found certain letters from Polish n.o.blemen addressed to his father, which seemed to suggest that the deceased had felt himself bound by a hastily-made promise which at the time he had not meant seriously, and that a chain of tragic circ.u.mstances had compelled him against his will to be a party to the treachery. If this did not exonerate him from all guilt, it at least put the slandered man in a new light--the light of a martyr.
If by minute study of the doc.u.ments he could trace the affair to its source, and make public a true history of the disaster, in which he would demonstrate that Eberhard von Schranden, far from having played the devilish role that rumour attributed to him, had only been a victim of circ.u.mstances, surely there would at least arise some who would hold out their hand in remorse to the sufferer"s heir. The more he absorbed himself in this task of vindication the more he began to feel united with the dead man, and accustomed to the idea of sacrificing his own innocent reputation for his sake.
His brain was so much occupied with these schemes that he slept little at night, and in the daytime tore about the park like one possessed.
The less hope he cherished in his secret heart that his plan would succeed, the more did he long for some human soul into whose ear he could pour his doubts and fears. But there was no one to speak to but the taciturn woman, who glided past him with eyes guiltily cast down.
One evening, when his solitude almost maddened him, he said to her--
"Regina, aren"t you frozen in your kitchen?"
"I never let the fire out, _Herr_."