"I would make him feel my will. He should not take it. Keep to the circ.u.mstances, Harry. If you have no control over him--I should think I was not fit to live, in such a position! No control over him at a moment like this? and the princess in danger of having her reputation hurt!
Surely, Harry! But why should I speak to you as if you were undecided!"
"Where is he?"
"At the house where you sleep. He surrendered his rooms here very kindly."
"Aunty has seen him?"
Janet blushed: I thought I knew why. It was for subtler reasons than I should have credited her with conceiving.
"She sent for him, at my request, late last night. She believed her influence would be decisive. So do I. She could not even make the man perceive that he was acting--to use her poor dear old-fashioned word--reprehensibly in frightening the prince to further your interests.
From what I gathered he went off in a song about them. She said he talked so well! And aunty Dorothy, too! I should nearly as soon have expected grandada to come in for his turn of the delusion. How I wish he was here! Uberly goes by the first boat to bring him down. I feel with Miss Goodwin that it will be a disgrace for all of us--the country"s disgrace. As for our family!... Harry, and your name! Good-bye. Do your best."
I was in the mood to ask, "On behalf of the country?" She had, however, a glow and a ringing articulation in her excitement that forbade trifling; a minute"s reflection set me weighing my power of will against my father"s. I nodded to her.
"Come to us when you are at liberty," she called.
I have said that I weighed my power of will against my father"s.
Contemplation of the state of the scales did not send me striding to meet him. Let it be remembered--I had it strongly in memory that he habitually deluded himself under the supposition that the turn of all events having an aspect of good fortune had been planned by him of old, and were offered to him as the legitimately-won fruits of a politic life. While others deemed him mad, or merely reckless, wild, a creature living for the day, he enjoyed the conceit of being a profound schemer, in which he was fortified by a really extraordinary adroitness to take advantage of occurrences: and because he was prompt in an emergency, and quick to profit of a crisis, he was deluded to imagine that he had created it. Such a man would be with difficulty brought to surrender his prize.
Again, there was his love for me. "Pater est, Pamphile;--difficile est." How was this vast conceit of a not unreal paternal love to be encountered? The sense of honour and of decency might appeal to him personally; would either of them get a hearing if he fancied them to be standing in opposition to my dearest interests? I, unhappily, as the case would be sure to present itself to him, appeared the living example of his eminently politic career. After establishing me the heir of one of the wealthiest of English commoners, would he be likely to forego any desperate chance of enn.o.bling me by the brilliant marriage? His dreadful devotion to me extinguished the hope that he would, unless I should happen to be particularly masterful in dealing with him. I heard his nimble and overwhelming volubility like a flood advancing. That could be withstood, and his arguments and persuasions. But by what steps could I restrain the man himself? I said "the man," as Janet did. He figured in my apprehensive imagination as an engine more than as an individual.
La.s.situde oppressed me. I felt that I required every access of strength possible, physical besides moral, in antic.i.p.ation of our encounter, and took a swim in sea-water, which displaced my drowsy fit, and some alarming intimations of cowardice menacing a paralysis of the will: I had not altogether recovered from my gipsy drubbing. And now I wanted to have the contest over instantly. It seemed presumable that my father had slept at my lodgings. There, however, the report of him was, that he had inspected the rooms, highly complimented the owner of them, and vanished.
Returning to the pier, I learnt that he had set sail in his hired yacht for the sister town on the Solent, at an early hour:--for what purpose?
I knew of it too late to intercept it. One of the squire"s horses trotted me over; I came upon Colonel Hibbert Segrave near the Club-house, and heard that my father was off again:
"But your German prince and papa-in-law shall be free of the Club for the next fortnight," said he, and cordially asked to have the date of the marriage. My face astonished him. He excused himself for speaking of this happy event so abruptly. A sting of downright anger drove me back at a rapid canter. It flashed on me that this Prince Ernest, whose suave fashion of depressing me, and philosophical skill in managing his daughter, had induced me to regard him as a pattern of astuteness, was really both credulous and feeble, or else supremely unsuspecting: and I was confirmed in the latter idea on hearing that he had sailed to visit the opposite harbour and docks on board my father"s yacht. Janet shared my secret opinion.
"The prince is a gentleman," she said.
Her wrath and disgust were unspeakable. My aunt Dorothy blamed her for overdue severity. "The prince, I suppose, goes of his own free will where he pleases."
Janet burst out, "Oh! can"t you see through it, aunty? The prince goes about without at all knowing that the person who takes him--Harry sees it--is making him compromise himself: and by-and-by the prince will discover that he has no will of his own, whatever he may wish to resolve upon doing."
"Is he quite against Harry?" asked my aunt Dorothy.
"Dear aunty, he "s a prince, and a proud man. He will never in his lifetime consent to... to what you mean, without being hounded into it.
I haven"t the slightest idea whether anything will force him. I know that the princess would have too much pride to submit, even to save her name. But it "s her name that "s in danger. Think of the scandal to a sovereign princess! I know the signification of that now; I used to laugh at Harry"s "sovereign princess." She is one, and thorough! there is no one like her. Don"t you understand, aunty, that the intrigue, plot--I don"t choose to be nice upon terms--may be perfectly successful, and do good to n.o.body. The prince may be tricked; the princess, I am sure, will not."
Janet"s affectation of an intimate and peculiar knowledge of the princess was a show of her character that I was accustomed to: still, it was evident they had conversed much, and perhaps intimately. I led her to tell me that the princess had expressed no views upon my father. "He does not come within her scope, Harry." "Scope" was one of Janet"s new words, wherewith she would now and then fall to seasoning a serviceable but savourless outworn vocabulary of the common table. In spite of that and other offences, rendered prominent to me by the lifting of her lip and her frown when she had to speak of my father, I was on her side, not on his. Her estimation of the princess was soundly based. She discerned exactly the nature of Ottilia"s entanglement, and her peril.
She and my aunt Dorothy pa.s.sed the afternoon with Ottilia, while I crossed the head of the street, looking down at the one house, where the princess was virtually imprisoned, either by her father"s express injunction or her own discretion. And it was as well that she should not be out. The yachting season had brought many London men to the island. I met several who had not forgotten the newspaper-paragraph a.s.sertions and contradictions. Lord Alton, Admiral Loftus, and others were on the pier and in the outfitters" shops, eager for gossip, as the languid stretch of indolence inclines men to be. The Admiral asked me for the whereabout of Prince Ernest"s territory. He too said that the prince would be free of the Club during his residence, adding:
"Where is he?"--not a question demanding an answer. The men might have let the princess go by, but there would have been questions urgently demanding answers had she been seen by their women.
Late in the evening my father"s yacht was sighted from the pier. Just as he reached his moorings, and his boat was hauled round, the last steamer came in. Sharp-eyed Janet saw the squire on board among a crowd, and Temple next to him, supporting his arm.
"Has grandada been ill?" she exclaimed.
My chief concern was to see my father"s head rising in the midst of the crowd, uncovering repeatedly. Prince Ernest and General Goodwin were behind him, stepping off the lower pier-platform. The General did not look pleased. My grandfather, with Janet holding his arm, in the place of Temple, stood waiting to see that his man had done his duty by the luggage.
My father, advancing, perceived me, and almost taking the squire into his affectionate salutation, said:
"Nothing could be more opportune than your arrival, Mr. Beltham."
The squire rejoined: "I wanted to see you, Mr. Richmond; and not in public."
"I grant the private interview, sir, at your convenience."
Janet went up to General Goodwin. My father talked to me, and lost a moment in shaking Temple"s hand and saying kind things.
"Name any hour you please, Mr. Beltham," he resumed; "meantime, I shall be glad to effect the introduction between Harry"s grandfather and his Highness Prince Ernest of Eppenwelzen-Sarkeld."
He turned. General Goodwin was hurrying the prince up the steps, the squire at the same time retreating hastily. I witnessed the spectacle of both parties to the projected introduction swinging round to make their escape. My father glanced to right and left. He covered in the airiest fashion what would have been confusion to another by carrying on a jocose remark that he had left half spoken to Temple, and involved Janet in it, and soon--through sheer amiable volubility and his taking manner--the squire himself for a minute or so.
"Harry, I have to tell you she is not unhappy," Janet whispered rapidly.
"She is reading of one of our great men alive now. She is glad to be on our ground." Janet named a famous admiral, kindling as a fiery beacon to our blood. She would have said more: she looked the remainder; but she could have said nothing better fitted to spur me to the work she wanted done. Mournfulness dropped on me like a cloud in thinking of the bright little princess of my boyhood, and the Ottilia of to-day, faithful to her early pa.s.sion for our sea-heroes and my country, though it had grievously entrapped her. And into what hands! Not into hands which could cast one ray of honour on a devoted head. The contrast between the sane service--giving men she admired, and the hopping skipping social meteor, weaver of webs, thrower of nets, who offered her his history for a nuptial acquisition, was ghastly, most discomforting. He seemed to have entangled us all.
He said that he had. He treated me now confessedly as a cipher. The prince, the princess, my grandfather, and me--he had gathered us together, he said. I heard from him that the prince, a.s.sisted by him in the part of an adviser, saw no way of cutting the knot but by a marriage. All were at hand for a settlement of the terms:--Providence and destiny were dragged in.
"Let"s have no theatrical talk," I interposed.
"Certainly, Richie; the plainest English," he a.s.sented.
This was on the pier, while he bowed and greeted pa.s.sing figures. I dared not unlink my arm, for fear of further mischief. I got him to my rooms, and insisted on his dining there.
"Dry bread will do," he said.
My antic.i.p.ations of the nature of our wrestle were correct. But I had not expected him to venture on the a.s.sertion that the prince was for the marriage. He met me at every turn with this downright iteration. "The prince consents: he knows his only chance is to yield. I have him fast."
"How?" I inquired.
"How, Richie? Where is your perspicuity? I have him here. I loosen a thousand tongues on him. I--"
"No, not on him; on the princess, you mean."
"On him. The princess is the willing party; she and you are one. On him, I say. "Tis but a threat: I hold it in terrorem. And by heaven, son Richie, it a.s.sures me I have not lived and fought for nothing. "Now is the day and now is the hour." On your first birthday, my boy, I swore to marry you to one of the highest ladies upon earth: she was, as it turns out, then unborn. No matter: I keep my oath. Abandon it? pooh! you are--forgive me--silly. Pardon me for remarking it, you have not that dashing courage--never mind. The point is, I have my prince in his trap.
We are perfectly polite, but I have him, and he acknowledges it; he shrugs: love has beaten him. Very well. And observe: I permit no squire-of-low-degree insinuations; none of that. The lady--all earthly blessings on her!--does not stoop to Harry Richmond. I have the announcement in the newspapers. I maintain it the fruit of a life of long and earnest endeavour, legitimately won, by heaven it is! and with the const.i.tuted authorities of my native land against me. Your grandad proposes formally for the princess to-morrow morning."
He maddened me. Merely to keep him silent I burst out in a flux of reproaches as torrent-like as his own could be; and all the time I was wondering whether it was true that a man who talked as he did, in his strain of florid flimsy, had actually done a practical thing.
The effect of my vehemence was to brace him and make him sedately emphatic. He declared himself to have gained entire possession of the prince"s mind. He repeated his positive intention to employ his power for my benefit. Never did power of earth or of h.e.l.l seem darker to me than he at that moment, when solemnly declaiming that he was prepared to forfeit my respect and love, die sooner than "yield his prince." He wore a new aspect, spoke briefly and pointedly, using the phrases of a determined man, and in voice and gesture signified that he had us all in a grasp of iron. The charge of his having plotted to bring it about he accepted with exultation.
"I admit," he said, "I did not arrange to have Germany present for a witness besides England, but since he is here, I take advantage of the fact, and to-morrow you will see young Eckart down."
I cried out, as much enraged at my feebleness to resist him, as in disgust of his unscrupulous tricks.
"Ay, you have not known me, Richie," said he. "I pilot you into harbour, and all you can do is just the creaking of the vessel to me. You are in my hands. I pilot you. I have you the husband of the princess within the month. No other course is open to her. And I have the a.s.surance that she loses nothing by it. She is yours, my son."