He screwed a look at the earl, who sent Abrane to carry a message and heard the story Potts had to tell.
"Henrietta Fakenham! no mistake about her; driving out from a pothouse; man beside her, military man; might be a German. And, if you please, quite unacquainted with your humble servant, though we were as close as you to me. Something went wrong in that pothouse. Red eyes. There had been a scene, one could swear. Behind the lady another carriage, and her maid. Never saw the girl before, and sets to bowing and smirking at me, as if I was the-fellow of all others! Comical. I made sure they were bound for this place. They were on the Strasburg road. No sign of them?"
"You speak to me?" said Fleetwood.
Potts muttered. He had put his foot into it.
"You have a bad habit of speaking to yourself," Fleetwood remarked, and left him. He suffered from the rustics he had to deal with among his cla.s.s, and it was not needed that he should thunder at them to make his wrath felt.
Livia swam in, asking: "What has come to Russett? He pa.s.sed me in one of his black fits."
The tale of the Carlsruhe road was repeated by Potts. She reproved him.
"How could you choose Russett for such a report as that! The admiral was on the road behind. Henrietta--you"re sure it was she? German girls have much the same colouring. The gentleman with her must have been one of the Court equerries. They were driving to some chateau or battlefield the admiral wanted to inspect. Good-looking man? Military man?"
"Oh! the man! pretty fair, I dare say," Potts rejoined. "If it wasn"t Henrietta Fakenham, I see with the back of my head. German girl! The maid was a German girl."
"That may well be," said Livia.
She conceived the news to be of sufficient importance for her to countermand the drive up the Lichtenthal, and take the Carlsruhe road instead; for Henrietta was weak, and Chillon Kirby an arch-plotter, and pleader too, one of the desperate lovers. He was outstaying his leave of absence already, she believed; he had to be in England. If he feared to lose Henrietta, he would not hesitate to carry her off. Livia knew him, and knew the power of his pleading with a firmer woman than Henrietta.
CHAPTER XI. THE PRISONER OF HIS WORD
Nothing to rouse alarm was discovered at Carlsruhe. Livia"s fair cousin was there with the red-haired gaunt girl of the mountains; and it was frankly stated by Henrietta, that she had accompanied the girl a certain distance along the Strasburg road, for her to see the last of her brother Chillon on his way to England. Livia was not the woman to push inquiries. On that subject, she merely said, as soon as they were alone together:
"You seem to have had the lion"s share of the parting."
"Yes, we pa.s.sed Mr. Chumley Potts," was Henrietta"s immediate answer; and her reference to him disarmed Livia.
They smiled at his name transiently, but in agreement: the tattler-spout of their set was, a fatal person to encounter, and each deemed the sudden apparition of him in the very early morning along the Carlsruhe road rather magical.
"You place particular confidence in Russett"s fidelity to his word, Riette--as you have been hearing yourself called. You should be serious by this time. Russett won"t bear much more. I counted on the night of the Ball for the grand effect. You will extinguish every woman there--and if he is absent?"
"I shall excuse him."
"You are not in a position to be so charitable. You ought to know your position, and yourself too, a little better than you do. How could you endure poverty? Chillon Kirby stands in his uniform, and all"s told.
He can manoeuvre, we know. He got the admiral away to take him to those reviews cleverly. But is he thinking of your interests when he does it?
He requires twenty years of active service to give you a roof to your head. I hate such allusions. But look for a moment at your character: you must have ordinary luxuries and pleasures, and if you were to find yourself grinding against common necessities--imagine it! Russett is quite manageable. He is, trust me! He is a gentleman; he has more ability than most young men: he can do anything he sets his mind to do.
He has his great estates and fortune all in his own hands. We call him eccentric. He is only young, with a lot of power. Add, he"s in love, and some one distracts him. Not love, do you say?--you look it. He worships.
He has no chance given him to show himself at his best. Perhaps he is off again now. Will you bet me he is not?"
"I should incline to make the bet, if I betted," said Henrietta. "His pride is in his word, and supposing he"s in love, it"s with his pride, which never quits him."
"There"s firmness in a man who has pride of that kind. You must let me take you back to Baden. I hold to having you with me to-day. You must make an appearance there. The admiral will bring us his Miss Kirby to-morrow, if he is bound to remain here to-night. There"s no harm in his bachelor dinners. I suspect his twinges of gout come of the prospect of affairs when he lands in England. Remember our bill with Madame Clemence. There won"t be the ghost of a bank-note for me if Russett quits the field; we shall all be stranded."
Henrietta inquired: "Does it depend on my going with you to-day?"
"Consider, that he is now fancying a thousand things. We won"t talk of the road to Paris."
A shot of colour swept over Henrietta.
"I will speak to papa:--if he can let me go. He has taken to Miss Kirby."
"Does she taste well?"
Henrietta debated. "It"s impossible to dislike her. Oh! she is wild!
She knows absolutely nothing of the world. She can do everything we can"t--or don"t dare to try.--Men would like her. Papa"s beginning to doat. He says she would have made a first-rate soldier. She fears blood as little as her morning cup of milk. One of the orderlies fell rather badly from a frightened horse close by our carriage. She was out in a moment and had his head on her lap, calling to papa to keep the carriage fast and block the way of the squadron, for the man"s leg was hurt. I really thought we were lost. At these manoeuvres anything may happen, at any instant. Papa will follow the horse-artillery. You know his vanity to be a military quite as much as a naval commander like the Greeks and Romans, he says. We took the bruised man into our carriage and drove him to camp, Carinthia nursing him on the way."
"Carinthia! She"s well fitted with her name. What with her name and her hair and her build and her singular style of attire, one wonders at her coming into civilized parts. She "s utterly unlike Chillon."
Henrietta reddened at the mention of one of her own thoughts in the contrasting of the pair.
They had their points of likeness, she said.
It did not concern Livia to hear what these were. Back to Baden, with means to procure the pleasant shocks of the galvanic battery there, was her thought; for she had a fear of the earl"s having again departed in a huff at Henrietta"s behaviour.
The admiral consented that his daughter should go, as soon as he heard that Miss Kirby was to stay. He had when a young man met her famous father; he vowed she was the Old Buccaneer young again in petticoats and had made prize of an English man-of-war by storm; all the profit, however, being his. This he proved with a courteous clasp of the girl and a show of the salute on her cheek, which he presumed to take at the night"s farewell. "She"s my tonic," he proclaimed heartily. She seemed to Livia somewhat unstrung and toneless. The separation from her brother in the morning might account for it. And a man of the admiral"s age could be excused if he exalted the girl. Senility, like infancy, is fond of plain outlines for the laying on of its paints. The girl had rugged brows, a short nose, red hair; no young man would look at her twice. She was utterly unlike Chillon! Kissing her hand to Henrietta from the steps of the hotel, the girl"s face improved.
Livia"s little squire, Sir Meeson Corby, e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed as they were driving down the main street, "Fleetwood"s tramp! There he goes. Now see, Miss Fakenham, the kind of object Lord Fleetwood picks up and calls friend!--calls that object friend!.. But, what? He has been to a tailor and a barber!"
"Stop the coachman. Run, tell Mr. Woodseer I wish him to join us," Livia said, and Sir Meeson had to thank his tramp for a second indignity. He protested, he simulated remonstrance,--he had to go, really feeling a sickness.
The singular-looking person, whose necessities or sense of the decencies had, unknown to himself and to the others, put them all in motion that day, swung round listening to the challenge to arms, as the puffy little man"s delivery of the countess"s message sounded. He was respectably clad, he thought, in the relief of his escape from the suit of clothes discarded, and he silently followed Sir Meeson"s trot to the carriage.
"Should have mistaken you for a German to-day, sir," the latter said, and trotted on.
"A stout one," Woodseer replied, with his happy indifference to his exterior.
His dark lady"s eyes were kindly overlooking, like the heavens. Her fair cousin, to whom he bowed, awakened him to a perception of the spectacle causing the slight, quick arrest of her look, in an astonishment not unlike the hiccup in speech, while her act of courtesy proceeded. At once he was conscious of the price he paid for respectability, and saw the Teuton skin on the slim Cambrian, baggy at shoulders, baggy at seat, pinched at the knees, short at the heels, showing outrageously every spot where he ought to have been bigger or smaller. How accept or how reject the invitation to drive in such company to Baden!
"You"re decided enough, sir, in your play, they tell me," the vindictive little baronet commented on his hesitation, and Woodseer sprang to the proffered vacant place. But he had to speak of his fly waiting for him at the steps of a certain hotel.
"Best hotel in the town!" Sir Beeson exclaimed pointedly to Henrietta, reading her constraint with this comical object before her. It was the admiral"s hotel they stopped at.
"Be so good as to step down and tell the admiral he is to bring Madame Clemence in his carriage to-morrow; and on your way, you will dismiss Mr. Woodseer"s fly," Livia mildly addressed her squire. He stared: again he had to go, muttering: "That nondescript"s footman!" and his mischance in being checked and crossed and humiliated perpetually by a dirty-fisted vagabond impostor astounded him. He sent the flyman to the carriage for orders.
Admiral Fakenham and Carinthia descended. Sir Meeson heard her cry out: "Is it you!" and up stood the pretentious lout in the German sack, affecting the graces of a born gentleman fresh from Paris,--bowing, smirking, excusing himself for something; and he jumped down to the young lady, he talked intimately with her, with a joker"s air; he roused the admiral to an exchange of jokes, and the countess and Miss Fakenham more than smiled; evidently at his remarks, un.o.bservant of the preposterous figure he cut. Sir Meeson Corby had intimations of the disintegration of his country if a patent tramp burlesquing in those clothes could be permitted to amuse English ladies of high station, quite at home with them. Among the signs of England"s downfall, this was decidedly one. What to think of the admiral"s favourite when, having his arm paternally on her shoulder, she gave the tramp her hand at parting, and then blushed! All that the ladies had to say about it was, that a spread of colour rather went to change the character of her face.
Carinthia had given Woodseer her hand and reddened under the recollection of Chillon"s words to her as they mounted the rise of the narrow vale, after leaving the lame gentleman to his tobacco on the gra.s.s below the rocks. Her brother might have counselled her wisely and was to be obeyed. Only, the great pleasure in seeing the gentleman again inspired grat.i.tude: he brought the scene to her; and it was alive, it chatted and it beckoned; it neighboured her home; she had pa.s.sed it on her walk away from her home; the gentleman was her link to the mountain paths; he was just outside an a.s.sociation with her father and mother.
At least, her thinking of them led to him, he to them. Now that she had lost Chillon, no one was near to do so much. Besides, Chillon loved Henrietta; he was her own. His heart was hers and his mind his country"s. This gentleman loved the mountains; the sight of him breathed mountain air. To see him next day was her antic.i.p.ation: for it would be at the skirts of hilly forest land, where pinetrees are a n.o.ble family, different from the dusty firs of the weariful plains, which had tired her eyes of late.
Baden was her first peep at the edges of the world since she had grown to be a young woman. She had but a faint idea of the significance of gambling. The brilliant lights, the band music, the sitting groups and company of promenaders were novelties; the Ball of the ensuing night at the Schloss would be a wonder, she acknowledged in response to Henrietta, who was trying to understand her; and she admired her ball-dress, she said, looking unintelligently when she heard that she would be guilty of slaying numbers of gentlemen before the night was over. Madame Clemence thought her chances in that respect as good as any other young lady"s, if only she could be got to feel interested. But at a word of the pine forest, and saying she intended to climb the hills early with the light in the morning, a pointed eagerness flushed Carinthia, the cold engraving became a picture of colour.
She was out with the earliest light. Yesterday"s parting between Chillon and Henrietta had taught her to know some little about love; and if her voice had been heeded by Chillon"s beloved, it would not have been a parting. Her only success was to bring a flood of tears from Henrietta.
The tears at least a.s.sured her that her brother"s beautiful girl had no love for the other one,--the young n.o.bleman of the great wealth, who was to be at the Ball, and had "gone flying," Admiral Fakenham shrugged to say; for Lord Fleetwood was nowhere seen.
The much talk of him on the promenade overnight fetched his name to her thoughts; he scarcely touched a mind that her father filled when she was once again breathing early morning air among the stems of climbing pines, broken alleys of the low-sweeping spruce branches and the bare straight shafts carrying their heads high in the march upward. Her old father was arch-priest of such forest land, always recoverable to her there. The suggestion of mountains was enough to make her mind play, and her old father and she were aware of one another without conversing in speech. He pointed at things to observe; he shared her satisfied hunger for the solitudes of the dumb and growing and wild sweet-smelling.
He would not let a sorrowful thought backward or an apprehensive idea forward disturb the scene. A half-uprooted pine-tree stem propped mid-fall by standing comrades, and the downy drop to ground and muted scurry up the bark of long-brush squirrels, c.o.c.ktail on the wary watch, were noticed by him as well as by her; even the rotting timber drift, bark and cones on the yellow pine needles, and the tortuous dwarf chestnut pushing level out, with a strain of the head up, from a crevice of mossed rock, among ivy and ferns; he saw what his girl saw. Power of heart was her conjuring magician.