"She will not be. You have wrecked my last chance. You cover me with dishonour."
"You are a youngster, Richie. "Tis the wish of her heart. Probably while you and I are talking it over, the prince is confessing that he has no escape. He has not a loophole! She came to you; you take her. I am far from withholding my admiration of her behaviour; but there it is--she came. Not consent? She is a ruined woman if she refuses!"
"Through you, through you!--through my father!"
"Have you both gone mad?"
"Try to see this," I implored him. "She will not be subjected by any threats. The very whisper of one will make her turn from me..."
He interrupted. "Totally the contrary. The prince acknowledges that you are master of her affections."
"Consistently with her sense of honour and respect for us."
"Tell me of her reputation, Richie."
"You pretend that you can damage it!"
"Pretend? I pretend in the teeth of all concerned to establish her happiness and yours, and nothing human shall stop me. I have you grateful to me before your old dad lays his head on his last pillow. And that reminds me: I surrender my town house and furniture to you. Waddy has received the word. By the way, should you hear of a good doctor for heart-disease, tell me: I have my fears for the poor soul."
He stood up, saying, "Richie, I am not like Jorian, to whom a lodging-house dinner is no dinner, and an irreparable loss, but I must have air. I go forth on a stroll."
It was impossible for me to allow it. I stopped him.
We were in the midst of a debate as to his right of personal freedom, upon the singularity of which he commented with sundry e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.o.ns, when Temple arrived and General Goodwin sent up his card. Temple and I left the general closeted with my father, and stood at the street-door.
He had seen the princess, having at her request been taken to present his respects to her by Janet. How she looked, what she said, he was dull in describing; he thought her lively, though she was pale. She had mentioned my name, "kindly," he observed. And he knew, or suspected, the General to be an emissary from the prince. But he could not understand the exact nature of the complication, and plagued me with a mixture of blunt inquiries and the delicate reserve proper to him so much that I had to look elsewhere for counsel and sympathy. Janet had told him everything; still he was plunged in wonder, tempting me to think the lawyer"s mind of necessity bourgeois, for the value of a sentiment seemed to have no weight in his estimation of the case. Nor did he appear disinclined to excuse my father. Some of his remarks partly swayed me, in spite of my seeing that they were based on the supposition of an "all for love" adventure of a mad princess. They whispered a little hope, when I was adoring her pa.s.sionately for being the reverse of whatever might have given hope a breath.
General Goodwin, followed by my father, came down and led me aside after I had warned Temple not to let my father elude him. The General was greatly ruffled. "Clara tells me she can rely on you," he said. "I am at the end of my arguments with that man, short of sending him to the lock-up. You will pardon me, Mr. Harry; I foresaw the sc.r.a.pes in store for you, and advised you."
"You did, General," I confessed. "Will you tell me what it is Prince Ernest is in dread of?"
"A pitiable scandal, sir; and if he took my recommendation, he would find instant means of punishing the man who dares to threaten him. You know it."
I explained that I was aware of the threat, not of the degree of the prince"s susceptibility; and asked him if he had seen the princess.
"I have had the honour," he replied, stiffly. "You gain nothing with her by this infamous proceeding."
I swallowed my anger, and said, "Do you accuse me, General?"
"I do not accuse you," he returned, unbendingly. "You chose your path some ten or twelve years ago, and you must take the consequences. I foresaw it; but this I will say, I did not credit the man with his infernal cleverness. If I speak to you at all, I must speak my mind.
I thought him a mere buffoon and spendthrift, flying his bar-sinister story for the sake of distinction. He has schemed up to this point successfully: he has the prince in his toils. I would cut through them, as I have informed Prince Ernest. I daresay different positions lead to different reasonings; the fellow appears to have a fascination over him.
Your father, Mr. Harry, is guilty now--he is guilty, I reiterate, now of a piece of iniquity that makes me ashamed to own him for a countryman."
The General shook himself erect. "Are you unable to keep him in?" he asked.
My nerves were p.r.i.c.king and stinging with the insults I had to listen to, and conscience"s justification of them.
He repeated the question.
"I will do what I can," I said, unsatisfactorily to myself and to him, for he transposed our situations, telling me the things he would say and do in my place; things not dissimilar to those I had already said and done, only more toweringly enunciated; and for that reason they struck me as all the more hopelessly ineffectual, and made me despair.
My dumbness excited his ire. "Come," said he; "the lady is a spoilt child. She behaved foolishly; but from your point of view you should feel bound to protect her on that very account. Do your duty, young gentleman. He is, I believe, fond of you, and if so, you have him by a chain. I tell you frankly, I hold you responsible."
His way of speaking of the princess opened an idea of the world"s, in the event of her name falling into its clutches.
I said again, "I will do what I can," and sang out for Temple.
He was alone. My father had slipped from him to leave a card at the squire"s hotel. General Goodwin touched Temple on the shoulder kindly, in marked contrast to his treatment of me, and wished us good-night.
Nothing had been heard of my father by Janet, but while I was sitting with her, at a late hour, his card was brought up, and a pencilled entreaty for an interview the next morning.
"That will suit grandada," Janet said. "He commissioned me before going to bed to write the same for him."
She related that the prince was in a state of undisguised distraction.
From what I could comprehend--it appeared incredible--he regarded his daughter"s marriage as the solution of the difficulty, the sole way out of the meshes.
"Is not that her wish?" said Temple; perhaps with a wish of his own.
"Oh, if you think a lady like the Princess Ottilia is led by her wishes," said Janet. Her radiant perception of an ideal in her s.e.x (the first she ever had) made her utterly contemptuous toward the less enlightened.
We appointed the next morning at half-past eleven for my father"s visit.
"Not a minute later," Janet said in my ear, urgently. "Don"t--don"t let him move out of your sight, Harry! The princess is convinced you are not to blame."
I asked her whether she had any knowledge of the squire"s designs.
"I have not, on my honour," she answered. "But I hope... It is so miserable to think of this disgraceful thing! She is too firm to give way. She does not blame you. I am sure I do not; only, Harry, one always feels that if one were in another"s place, in a case like this, I could and would command him. I would have him obey me. One is not born to accept disgrace even from a father. I should say, "You shall not stir, if you mean to act dishonourably." One is justified, I am sure, in breaking a tie of relationship that involves you in dishonour. Grandada has not spoken a word to me on the subject. I catch at straws. This thing burns me! Oh, good-night, Harry. I can"t sleep."
"Good-night," she called softly to Temple on the stairs below. I heard the poor fellow murmuring good-night to himself in the street, and thought him happier than I. He slept at a room close to the hotel.
A note from Clara Goodwin adjured me, by her memory of the sweet, brave, gracious fellow she loved in other days, to be worthy of what I had been. The General had unnerved her reliance on me.
I sat up for my father until long past midnight. When he came his appearance reminded me of the time of his altercation with Baroness Turckems under the light of the blazing curtains: he had supped and drunk deeply, and he very soon proclaimed that I should find him invincible, which, as far as insensibility to the strongest appeals to him went, he was.
"Deny you love her, deny she loves you, deny you are one--I knot you fast!"
He had again seen Prince Ernest; so he said, declaring that the Prince positively desired the marriage; would have it. "And I," he dramatized their relative situations, "consented."
After my experience of that night, I forgive men who are unmoved by displays of humour. Commonly we think it should be irresistible. His description of the thin-skinned sensitive prince striving to run and dodge for shelter from him, like a fever-patient pursued by a North-easter, accompanied by dozens of quaint similes full of his mental laughter, made my loathing all the more acute. But I had not been an equal match for him previous to his taking wine; it was waste of breath and heart to contend with him. I folded my arms tight, sitting rigidly silent, and he dropped on the sofa luxuriously.
"Bed, Richie!" he waved to me. "You drink no wine, you cannot stand dissipation as I do. Bed, my dear boy! I am a G.o.d, sir, inaccessible to mortal ailments! Seriously, dear boy, I have never known an illness in my life. I have killed my hundreds of poor devils who were for imitating me. This I boast--I boast const.i.tution. And I fear, Richie, you have none of my superhuman strength. Added to that, I know I am watched over.
I ask--I have: I scheme the tricks are in my hand! It may be the doing of my mother in heaven; there is the fact for you to reflect on. "Stand not in my way, nor follow me too far," would serve me for a motto admirably, and you can put it in Latin, Richie. Bed! You shall turn your scholarship to account as I do my genius in your interest. On my soul, that motto in Latin will requite me. Now to bed."
"No," said I. "You have got away from me once. I shall keep you in sight and hearing, if I have to lie at your door for it. You will go with me to London to-morrow. I shall treat you as a man I have to guard, and I shall not let you loose before I am quite sure of you."
"Loose!" he exclaimed, throwing up an arm and a leg.
"I mean, sir, that you shall be in my presence wherever you are, and I will take care you don"t go far and wide. It"s useless to pretend astonishment. I don"t argue and I don"t beseech any further: I just sit on guard, as I would over a powder-cask."
My father raised himself on an elbow. "The explosion," he said, examining his watch, "occurred at about five minutes to eleven--we are advancing into the morning--last night. I received on your behalf the congratulations of friends Loftus, Alton, Segrave, and the rest, at that hour. So, my dear Richie, you are sitting on guard over the empty magazine."