A gentleman in a dazzling military uniform, with a diamond order on his breast and a silk sash extending over his shoulder and down to his hip, addressed the young man and linked his arm in his. He had known the youthful attache"s father, whom he esteemed as an able and highly gifted man, and he prophesied a yet more brilliant career for the son.
As he drew him forth in his promenade, he told him to prepare to be presented to the grand-d.u.c.h.ess.
It was a formidable ordeal for a young and unknown man, who had not even a uniform to brace his courage, to be summoned before one of the greatest ladies of the vast empire, in the presence of so many august dignitaries, and to be called upon to frame, on the instant, suitable replies to her questions, and perhaps to repay her gracious words with an improvised compliment or two.
But he stood the test, and many more beside. Dancing began, and on his arm floated one charming partner after another, each a type of beauty and grace. The lovely Princess Alexandra, only daughter of a Russian n.o.ble, a blonde beauty whose golden locks seemed to have been spun out of sunbeams, had whirled around the room twice on his arm when, as they again reached her seat, she gave him a stealthy pressure of the hand, as much as to say, "Once more!"--and so they danced around the hall a third time. It was a piece of boldness on her part that is seldom committed except out of wantonness or--love.
The youth bowed, and left his partner, feeling neither weariness nor any undue quickening of the pulse. There was a charm about him which lay in his calm, pa.s.sionless bearing, and his unfailing self-control where other young men would have shown excitement. Royal pomp and splendour did not appeal to him, nor did beautiful eyes, sweet words, or the secret pressure of a fair hand rob him of his self-possession.
When midnight had struck and the orchestras in the various rooms were all playing national airs, as a signal that the grand-d.u.c.h.ess was about to retire to her private apartments, the black-clothed young man hurried into the malachite hall, and reached for a gla.s.s of sherbet from the tray which a servant was bearing around the room. Suddenly, however, some one pulled his hand away, and said: "Don"t drink that!"
The young man turned, and for the first time that evening a smile of genuine pleasure lighted up his face.
"Ah, is it you, Leonin?" he exclaimed.
Leonin was a young officer of the guard in tightly fitting uniform, a muscular young fellow with full face, carefully kept blond mustache and side-whiskers, and thick blond eyebrows which went well with his keen and animated gray eyes.
"I thought I had lost you in the dancing-hall," said he, with friendly reproach in his tone.
"I was dancing with your betrothed. Didn"t you see me? She is a charming girl."
"Charming indeed; but how does that help matters for me? I can"t marry her till I am of age and wear rosettes on my epaulets; and that won"t be for two years yet. A man can"t live all that time on a pair of beautiful eyes. Come with me."
The other hesitated. "I am not sure whether we ought to run away so early," said he.
"But don"t you hear the bands playing the national hymns?" asked his companion. "Besides, we can slip out through the rear door; a sleigh is waiting for me there with my furs. Surely you haven"t any more engagements with the wax dolls here?"
"Yes, I have," was the reply; "I am down for a quadrille with the Princess N----, to whom I was just now presented."
"Oh, I beg you, have nothing to do with her," urged the young officer.
"She will only make sport of you, as she does of all the others. Come with me."
"Whither do you wish to take me?"
"To the infernal regions. Are you afraid to follow?"
"Not at all."
"Will you come with me to paradise, too, if I ask you?"
"With all my heart."
"And if I invite you to a stuffy little inn on Kamennoi Island, where the sailors are having a dance, will you come?"
"Yes, anywhere you please; it"s all one to me."
"Good! That"s what I like." And Leonin embraced his friend, after which he led him forth from the marble palace by pa.s.sages known to himself. Once in the open air, they ran in their light ball-room costumes to the bank of the Neva, where a sleigh awaited their coming, wrapped themselves in warm furs, and in a moment were speeding across the ice behind two fleet horses, to the silvery music of tinkling bells.
These two young men were the Russian n.o.ble, Leonin Ramiroff, and odon, eldest son of the house of Baradlay.
As the sleigh glided along the moonlit row of palaces, odon remarked to his companion that they were not going in the direction of Kamennoi Island.
"Nor do we wish to," returned Leonin.
"Why, then, did you say we were going thither?"
"So that no one should by any possibility overhear our real destination."
"And what, pray, may that be?"
"You can see for yourself: we are on the Petrofski Prospect, headed straight for Petrofski Island."
"But there"s nothing there except hemp factories and sugar refineries."
"You are right; and we are going to call on a sugar-boiler."
"I have no objection," returned odon, wrapping his mantle more closely about him, and leaning back in his seat. Possibly he even went to sleep.
Half an hour later the sleigh crossed the Neva again, and drew up before a red building at the end of a long park. Leonin aroused his companion.
"Here we are," said he.
All the windows of the long factory were lighted up, and as the two young men entered, they were greeted by that unsavoury odour peculiar to sugar refineries, and suggestive of anything but sugar. A smooth-faced man of sleek appearance advanced to meet them, and asked them in French what they wished.
"To see the sugar works," answered Leonin.
"Only the factory, or the refinery as well?" asked the Frenchman.
"Only the refinery," whispered the other, pressing a bank-note into the hand of his questioner.
"_Bien_," replied the latter, and pocketed the money. It was a hundred-ruble note. "Is this gentleman going with you?" he asked, indicating odon.
"To be sure," answered Leonin. "Give him a hundred rubles, odon: that is the entrance fee. You won"t regret it."
odon complied, and the Frenchman then conducted them through various pa.s.sages and past doors from which issued hot blasts of air, stifling odours, and a fierce hissing of steam. Coming at last to a low iron portal which their guide opened to them by pressing a hidden spring, they pa.s.sed into a dimly lighted pa.s.sage and were directed to go on, as they could now find their way unaided.
Leonin, as one well acquainted with the place, took his friend"s arm and led him forward. They descended a winding stairway, and as they went downward the clanking of machinery and hissing of steam gave place to the sound of distant music. At the foot of the stairs there sat at a little table an old woman dressed in the latest mode. Leonin threw down a gold coin.
"Is my box open?" he asked.
She bowed and smiled, whereupon he advanced to one of a row of tapestry portieres and held it aside for odon to enter. They pa.s.sed through another door and found themselves in a sort of opera-box whose front was screened by a light grating. The music was now distinctly audible.
"Is this a theatre or a circus?" asked odon, adding, as he peeped through the grating, "or is it a steam bath?"
Leonin laughed. "Anything you will," said he, throwing himself down on a divan and taking up a printed sheet that lay on the railing. It proved to be a programme, prepared in due form. He read it while the other looked over his shoulder.
""_Don Juan au Serail._" That is a fine piece; too bad we missed it.
"_Tableaux Vivants_"--awfully tiresome. "_Les Bayaderes du Khan Almollah_"--exceedingly amusing; I have seen it once before. "_La Lutte des Amazones._" "_La Reve d"Ariane_"--charming, only I don"t know whether Persida is at her best to-night."
The door of the box opened and a servant looked in.