"To Karlchen?"
She looked at him, and laughed rather nervously. "I am afraid," she said, "that Karlchen is coming to stay with me."
"And who, pray, is Karlchen?"
"The only son of his mother, and she is a widow."
He came to a standstill again. "What," he said, "Frau von Treumann has asked you to invite her son to Kleinwalde?"
"She didn"t actually ask, but she got a sad letter from him, and seemed to feel the separation so much, and cried about it, and so--and so I did."
Axel was silent.
"I don"t yearn to see Karlchen," said Anna in rather a small voice. She could not help feeling that the invitation had been wrung from her.
Axel bored a hole in the moss with his stick, and did not answer.
"But naturally his poor mother clings to him, and he to her."
Axel was intent on his hole and did not answer.
"They are all the world to each other."
Axel filled up his hole again, and pressed the moss carefully over it with his foot. Then he said, "I never yet heard of two Treumanns being all the world to each other."
"You appear to have a down on the Treumanns."
"Not in the least. I do not think they interest me enough. It is an East Prussian Junker family that has spread beyond its natural limits, and one meets them everywhere, and knows their characteristics. What is this young man? I do not remember having heard of him."
"He is an officer at Rislar."
"At Rislar? Those are the red hussars. Do you wish me to make inquiries about him?"
"Oh, no. It"s no use. His mother can"t be happy without him, so he must come."
"Then may I ask why, if I am not to help you in the matter, we are talking about him at all?"
"I wanted to ask you whether--whether you think he will come often."
"I should think," said Axel positively, "that he will come very often indeed."
"Oh!" said Anna.
They walked on in silence.
"Have you considered," he said presently, "what you would do if your other--sisters want their relations asked down to stay with them?
Christmas, for instance, is a time of general rejoicing, when the coldest hearts grow warm. Relations who have quarrelled all the year, seek each other out at Christmas and talk tearfully of ties of blood.
And birthdays--will your twelve sisters be content to spend their twelve birthdays remote from all members of their family? Birthdays here are important days. There will be one a month now for you to celebrate at Kleinwalde."
"I have not got farther than considering Karlchen," said Anna with some impatience.
"A male Kuhrauber," said Axel musingly, swinging his stick and gazing up at the fleecy clouds floating over the pine tops, "a male Kuhrauber would be quite unlike anything you have yet seen."
"There are no male Kuhraubers," said Anna. "At least," she added, correcting herself, "Fraulein Kuhrauber said so. She said she had no relations at all, but perhaps--perhaps she has forgotten some, and will remember them by and by. Oh, I wish they would tell me exactly how they stand, and not try to hide anything! I thought we had left nothing unexplained in the letters, but now Karlchen--it seems----" She stopped and bit her lip. She was actually on the verge of criticising, to Axel, the behaviour of her sisters. "Look," she said, catching sight of red roofs through the thinning trees, "isn"t that Lohm? I have seen you home without knowing it."
She held out her hand. "It isn"t much good talking, is it?" she said, moved by a sudden impulse, and looking up at him with a slightly wistful smile. "How we talk and talk and never get any nearer anything or each other. Such an amount of explaining oneself, and all no use. I don"t mean you and me especially--it is always so, with everyone and everywhere. It is very weird. Good-bye."
But he held her hand and would not let her go. "No," he said, in a voice she did not know, "wait one moment. Why will you not let me really help you? Do you think you will ever achieve anything by shutting your eyes to what is true? Is it not better to face it, and then to do one"s best--after that, knowing the truth? Why are you angry whenever I try to tell you the truth, or what I believe to be the truth about these ladies? You are certain to find it out for yourself one day. You force me to look on and see you being disappointed, and grieved, and perhaps cheated--anyhow your confidence abused--and you reduce our talks together to a sort of sparring match unworthy, quite unworthy of either of us----" He broke off abruptly and released her hand. The pa.s.sion in his voice was unmistakable, and she was listening with astonished eyes.
"I am lecturing you," he said in his usual even tones, "Forgive me for thinking that you are setting about your plan in a way that can never be successful. As you say, we talk and talk, and the more we talk the less do we understand each other. It is a foolish world, and a pre-eminently lonely one."
He lifted his hat and turned away. Anna opened her lips to say something, but he was gone.
She went home and meditated on volcanoes.
CHAPTER XX
The May that year in Northern Germany was the May of a poet"s dream. The days were like a chain of pearls, increasing in beauty and preciousness as the chain lengthened. The lilacs flowered a fortnight earlier than in other years. The winds, so restless usually on those flat sh.o.r.es, seemed all asleep, and hardly stirred. About the middle of the month the moon was at the full, and the forest became enchanted ground. It was a time for love and lovers, for vows and kisses, for all pretty, happy, hopeful things. Only those farmers who were too old to love and vow, looked at their rye fields and grumbled because there was no rain.
Karlchen, arriving on the first Sat.u.r.day of that blessed month, felt all disposed to love, if the _Englanderin_ should turn out to be in the least degree lovable. He did not ask much of a young woman with a fortune, but he inwardly prayed that she might not be quite so ugly as wives with money sometimes are. He was a man used to having what he wanted, and had spent his own and his mother"s money in getting it.
There was a little bald patch on the top of his head, and there were many debts on his mind, and he was nearing the critical point in an officer"s career, the turning of which is reserved exclusively for the efficient; and so he had three excellent reasons for desiring to marry.
He had desired it, indeed, for some time, had attempted it often, and had not achieved it. The fathers of wealthy German girls knew the state of his finances with an exact.i.tude that was unworthy; and they knew, besides, every one of his little weaknesses. As a result, they gave their daughters to other suitors. But here was a girl without a father, who knew nothing about him at all. There was, of course, some story in the background to account for her living in this way; but that was precisely what would make her glad of a husband who would relieve her of the necessity of building up the weaker parts of her reputation on a foundation of what Karlchen, when he saw the inmates of the house, rudely stigmatised as _alte Schachteln_. Reputations, he reflected, staring at Fraulein Kuhrauber, may be too dearly bought. Naturally she would prefer an easy-going husband, who would let her see life with all its fun, to this dreary and aimless existence.
The Treumanns, he thought, were in luck. What a burden his mother had been on him for the last five years! Miss Estcourt had relieved him of it. Now there were his debts, and she would relieve him of those; and the little entanglement she must have had at home would not matter in Germany, where no one knew anything about her, except that she was the highly respectable Joachim"s niece. Anyway, he was perfectly willing to let bygones be bygones. He left his bag at the inn at Kleinwalde, an impossible place as he noted with pleasure, sent away his _Droschke_, and walked round to the house; but he did not see Anna. She kept out of the way till the evening, and he had ample time to be happy with his mother. When he did see her, he fell in love with her at once. He had quite a simple nature, composed wholly of instincts, and fell in love with an ease acquired by long practice. Anna"s face and figure were far prettier than he had dared to hope. She was a beauty, he told himself with much satisfaction. Truly the Treumanns were in luck. He entirely forgot the _role_ he was to play of loving son, and devoted himself, with his habitual artlessness, to her. Indeed, if he had not forgotten it, he and his mother were so little accustomed to displays of affection that they would have been but clumsy actors. There is a great difference between affectionate letters written quietly in one"s room, and affectionate conversation that has to sound as though it welled up from one"s heart. Nothing of the kind ever welled up from Karlchen"s heart; and Anna noticed at once that there were no signs of unusual attachment between mother and son. Karlchen was not even commonly polite to his mother, nor did she seem to expect him to be. When she dropped her scissors, she had to pick them up for herself. When she lost her thimble, she hunted for it alone. When she wanted a footstool, she got up and fetched one from under his very nose. When she came into the room and looked about for a chair, it was Letty who offered her hers.
Karlchen sat comfortably with his legs crossed, playing with the paper-knife he had taken out of the book Anna had been reading, and making himself pleasant. He had his mother"s large black eyes, and very long thick black eyelashes of which he was proud, conscious that they rested becomingly on his cheeks when he looked down at the paper-knife.
Letty was greatly struck by them, and inquired of Miss Leech in a whisper whether she had ever seen their like.
"Mr. Jessup had silken eyelashes too," replied Miss Leech dreamily.
"These aren"t silk--they"re cotton eyelashes," said Letty scornfully.
"My dear Letty," murmured Miss Leech.
Anna was at a disadvantage because of her imperfect German. She could not repress Karlchen when he was unduly kind as she would have done in English, and with his mother presiding, as it were, at their opening friendship, she did not like to begin by looking lofty. Luckily the princess was unusually chatty that evening. She sat next to Karlchen, and continually joined in the talk. She was cheerful amiability itself, and insisted upon being told all about those sons of her acquaintances who were in his regiment. When he half turned his back on her and dropped his voice to a rapid undertone, thereby making himself completely incomprehensible to Anna, the princess pleasantly advised him to speak very slowly and distinctly, for unless he did Miss Estcourt would certainly not understand. In a word, she took him under her wing whether he would or no, and persisted in her friendliness in spite of his mother"s increasingly desperate efforts to draw her into conversation.
"Why do we not go out, dear Anna?" cried Frau von Treumann at last, unable to endure Princess Ludwig"s behaviour any longer. "Look what a fine evening it is--and quite warm." And she who till then had gone about shutting windows, and had been unable to bear the least breath of air, herself opened the gla.s.s doors leading into the garden and went out.
But although they all followed her, nothing was gained by it. She could have stamped her foot with rage at the princess"s conduct.
Here was everything needful for the beginning of a successful courtship--starlight, a murmuring sea, warm air, fragrant bushes, a girl who looked like Love itself in the dusk in her pale beauty, a young man desiring nothing better than to be allowed to love her, and a mother only waiting to bless. But here too, unfortunately, was the princess.
She was quite appallingly sociable--"The spite of the woman!" thought Frau von Treumann, for what could it matter to her?--and remained fixed at Anna"s side as they paced slowly up and down the gra.s.s, monopolising Karlchen"s attention with her absurd questions about his brother officers. Anna walked between them, thinking of other things, holding up her trailing white dress with one hand, and with the other the edges of her blue cloak together at her neck. She was half a head taller than Karlchen, and so was his mother, who walked on his other side. Karlchen, becoming more and more enamoured the longer he walked, looked up at her through his eyelashes and told himself that the Treumanns were certainly in luck, for he had stumbled on a G.o.ddess.
"The gra.s.s is damp," cried Frau von Treumann, interrupting the endless questions. "My dear princess--your rheumatism--and I who so easily get colds. Come, we will go off the gra.s.s--we are not young enough to risk wet feet."
"I do not feel it," said the princess, "I have thick shoes. But you, dear Frau von Treumann, do not stay if you have fears."