Already many such had been arranged, apparently without giving rise to gossip; and if the flirtation (which was to disgust Maximilian with his Chancellor"s matrimonial projects) did not progress with startling rapidity, it would not be the fault of an accommodating hostess.
"Otto has been bidden to use his eyes and ears at my house, and now he is called upon to hand in his report," she said to herself, when her guest had departed on his errand of compa.s.sion. But, for once at least in his career, the "Chancellor"s Jackal" was wronged by unjust suspicions. He arrived at Markstein ignorant of his brother"s motive in sending, though he did not for an instant believe it to be the one alleged.
The Chancellor was in his dark, octagonal study, reading a budget of letters, when Otto was announced. If he were ill, he did not show his suffering. His square face, with its beetling brows, its domelike forehead, was graven with no deeper lines, looked no more like a mask of carved mahogany, than usual.
"Sit down," he said gruffly, flinging aside an envelope postmarked Abruzzia. "I shall be ready to talk with you in a minute."
Otto took the least uncomfortable chair in the Room--which was saying but little in its favour, as the newest article of furniture there had been made a hundred years before the world understood the luxury of lounging. Over the high mantel hung a silver shield, so brightly polished as to perform the office of a mirror. From where Otto sat, rigid and upright, he could see himself vignetted in reflection. He admired his complexion, which was like a girl"s; pointed the ends of his fair moustache with nervous cigarette-stained fingers and wondered ruefully which of his pleasant peccadilloes had buzzed to Eberhard"s ears. Half unconsciously his gaze turned from his own agreeable image to the outer page of the letter, held in a hand so veined that it resembled a surface of rock covered with the sprawling roots of old trees. Otto had just time to recognize the writing as that of the Crown Prince of Abruzzia, whom he had met, when a pair of keen eyes, curtained with wrinkled lids, peered over the crested sheet of paper.
"It"s coming," thought Otto. "What can the old curmudgeon have found out?"
But, to his surprise, the Chancellor"s first words had no connection with him or his misdeeds.
"So Maximilian is amusing himself at Lynarberg?" the old man grunted.
Otto"s face visibly brightened. He was not clever or full of resources, and he would always prefer discussing the affairs of others with this elder brother, rather than his own. "Oh, yes," he answered alertly. "His Majesty seems to be amusing himself uncommonly well. But you, Eberhard! Tell me of yourself. You sent for me. Your gout----"
"The devil run away with my gout!"
Otto started. "I devoutly wish he would, so he left you behind," he retorted--meaning exactly the opposite, as he usually did when talking with the Chancellor. "But----"
"Don"t tell me you supposed I had sent for you that I might have the pleasure of your condolences?"
"No-o," laughed Otto. "I fancied there was another reason; but I am bound in common politeness to take your sincerity for granted until you undeceive me."
"Hang common politeness!" remarked the old bear--or as nearly in those words as the Rhaetian language permitted. "I sent for you to tell me what mischief that witch-hawk Malvine von Lynar is hatching. You are on the spot. You should see everything. It will not be the worse for you if for once you have used those handsome eyes of yours to some advantage!"
Otto was genuinely astonished, as during the long drive he had been carefully bracing himself against a personal attack. He sat pulling his moustache, and was still trying to remember some striking incident with which to adorn his narrative, when the Chancellor began again.
"Has Maximilian been playing the fool at Lynarberg these last two days?"
"Fool is a strong word to use in connection with one"s sovereign,"
smiled Otto, recovering his presence of mind. "But if by playing the fool you mean falling in love, why, then, brother, I should say he had done little else during those two days you mention."
"Iron Heart" growled out a word which he would certainly not have uttered in his Royal master"s presence, especially in the connection he suggested. "Give me a detailed account of what has been going on, from beginning to end," he commanded.
Otto looked thoughtful. This, then, explained the sudden summons. He was to be let off easily; but, his suspense relieved, he was not ready to be satisfied with purely negative blessings.
"It seems a little like telling tales out of school, doesn"t it?" he gently objected.
"Schoolboys with empty pockets do that sometimes," sneered the Chancellor. "But perhaps your pockets are not empty--eh?"
"They are in a chronic state of emptiness!" groaned Otto.
"On the fifteenth day of October your quarterly allowance will be paid," said "Iron Heart." "I would increase the instalment by the amount of five thousand gulden, if you took pains to--humour any whim of mine."
"I am always delighted to please you," answered Otto, with alacrity.
"It is only natural, living the monotonous life you do, when not busy with affairs of state, that you should care to hear what goes on in the world outside; and I will gladly do my best as a _raconteur_."
"Don"t lie," said the Chancellor. "The habit is growing on you. You lie to yourself; presently you will _believe_ yourself, and then all hope for your soul will be over. I want to know how far Maximilian has gone in his infatuation for this English girl. I am not afraid to speak plainly to you, and you can safely do the same with me. The woman Von Lynar attempted to draw me, as she would have expressed it, on this subject, and, by Heaven, I"m ashamed to say that she succeeded. She suggested an entanglement; I replied that Maximilian was not the man to rouse a hornet-nest of gossip round the ears of a woman who had saved his life. No matter what his inclination might be, he would pay her no repeated visits at the Hohenburgerhof. This thrust the Von Lynar Parried--as if repeating a mere rumour--by remarking that she understood the girl was to stay at the house of some one among the Emperor"s friends. I attached little importance to her chatter, believing it but a spiteful slap such as it is the tiger-cat"s pleasure to deal those she hates. For once in her life, though, she has stolen a march upon me. The secret was only kept until too late for me to prevent the Emperor from fulfilling his engagement; then I don"t doubt she was all eagerness that I should hear of her success."
"Do you think that, even if you had known sooner, you could have prevented the Emperor from going to Lynarberg?" inquired Otto, with thinly veiled incredulity. "If you are iron, he is steel."
"I _would_ have prevented it," retorted the Chancellor. "I should have made no bones about the reason, for I have found that the only way with Maximilian is to tell him the truth, and fight it out--my experience against his obstinacy. If advice and warning had not sufficed to keep him from insulting the girl who is to be his wife, and injuring the reputation of the girl who never can be, I would have devised some other expedient. I am not a man easily thwarted."
"Nor is he," added Otto. "But, since you seem so determined to nip this blossom of love in the bud, it is not yet, we"ll hope, too late for frost."
"I sent for you," said the Chancellor, brushing away metaphor with an intolerant gesture, "to show me the exact spot on which to lay a finger."
"And I will try to deserve your confidence," gracefully responded the young officer. "Let me see where it will be best to begin. Well, as you know, it is simpler for the Emperor to see much of a woman he favours with his regard in a friend"s house than at the Hohenburgerhof or any hotel in Rhaetia. This particular woman saved his life at the risk of her own, and it is so natural he should wish to do her honour, that everybody takes his att.i.tude for granted. Miss de Courcy and her mother, with several others of our party, had been for some days guests at Lynarberg before the Emperor came, and were ready to receive him. The girl is exceptionally beautiful, with a winning manner which appeals to women equally with men. Miss de Courcy had her friends and admirers in the house before the Emperor arrived; not one of the Baroness von Lynar"s guests incline to put an evil construction on a little flirtation between her and Maximilian. Are you sure, Eberhard, that _you_ are not taking too serious a view of the matter?"
"It cannot be regarded too seriously, in the circ.u.mstances. Princesses are women, and gossip is hydra-headed. When the lady who has been allowed to understand that the Emperor only waits an opportunity of formally asking for her hand hears--as she will hear--that he has seized this moment for his first _liaison_ with another woman, neither she nor her family are likely to take the news kindly. She is German; on her father"s side, second cousin to Kaiser Wilhelm. She is English; on her mother"s side, distantly related to Queen Victoria. Both countries would have reason to resent a slight."
"The little affair must be hushed up," said Otto.
"It must be stopped," said the Chancellor.
"A-ach!" sighed the younger brother. There was a world of meaning in the long-drawn breath, if the elder cared to read it.
At least, it roused him to a renewed sense of irritation. "Go on," he demanded. "Go on with your sorry tale."
"After all, when one comes to the telling, there isn"t much that can be put into words," Otto reflected aloud. "The Emperor"s place at the table has naturally been beside the Baroness. For next neighbour she considerately gave him Miss de Courcy. It has been noticed that they have talked together as much as etiquette to the hostess allowed, during dinner. Then--the Emperor being an old friend of the Von Lynars, accustomed to visiting at Lynarberg since he was a boy--he took it upon himself to show the English girl some of the beauties of the place. I know that they went alone together to the rose-garden, which is famous, you remember; and Miss de Courcy came back with her hands full of flowers, doubtless gathered for her by Maximilian. On the evening of his arrival we were all out on the lake in small boats.
The Emperor rowed Miss de Courcy to the Isle of Cupid, to see Thorwaldsen"s statue, and lesser mortals joined them there. Yesterday, we had a picnic at the Seebachfall. The Emperor and Miss de Courcy are both remarkably good climbers, and reached the top long before the others. I was close behind, however, with our friend Malvine, at starting from the carriages, and I overheard some joke between them about a mountain, and a cow; the Emperor spoke of milking as a "fine art", and remarked that he had lately learned. I could hear no more; but it struck me that the two were on terms of _camaraderie_.
"Last night, there were fireworks on the lake (perhaps you saw something of them from your windows?); the Emperor and Miss de Courcy watched them side by side--for everything was conducted quite unconventionally; you know he hates formality when visiting as much as he hates the lack of it in business. Afterward, we had an impromptu cotillon, with several new figures invented by the Baroness; Maximilian and Miss de Courcy danced often together. This morning, we all visited the stables, the kennels, and the gardens; the Emperor walked sometimes with the hostess, sometimes with Miss de Courcy. This brings us up to the moment of my departure; for the afternoon, I fancy Malvine had planned a ride."
"The girl is a fool and an adventuress!" p.r.o.nounced the Chancellor.
"She must know that nothing can come of such folly--except scandal."
Otto shrugged his stiffly-padded shoulders. "A woman in love doesn"t stop to count the cost!"
"So! you fancy her in "love" with the Emperor?"
"With the man, rather than the Emperor, if I am a judge of character."
"Which you are not!" Old "Iron Heart" brusquely disposed of that suggestion. "The silliest woman could pull wool over your eyes, if she cared to take the trouble."
"This one does not care. She hardly knows that I exist."
"Humph!" The Chancellor peered over his gold-bowed spectacles at his young brother"s handsome face. "That"s a pity. You might have tried cutting Maximilian out! You would not be a bad match for an ambitious woman, with your good looks, our position, and my money."
"Your money?"
"I mean, if I chose to proclaim you my heir. I would do that, if you married to please me. Who are these De Courcys?"
"I have not had the curiosity to inquire into their antecedents," said Otto. "I only know that they are ladies, that they must be persons of consequence in their own country (or they could not have got letters to everybody here from Lady West), and that the girl is the handsomest creature living."
"The tiger-cat said that Lady West was responsible for the mother and daughter," soliloquized the Chancellor aloud. "But Rhaetia is a long cry from England. And letters are forged sometimes. I have known such things more than once in my experience. Fetch me a big red volume you will find on the third shelf of the bookcase, in the corner by the window that overlooks the lake. The book is Burke"s Peerage!"