Everything we consider fundamental is simply a matter of lines that have been laid down on the canvas of life to mark off our various conceptions."
The Prince shrugged his shoulders, giving him a look of surprise. Why all this, apropos of a woman?
"Everything is a lie," Castro went on; "but that is no reason why I should live like a stone or a tree. I need sweet falsehoods to sing my mind to sleep until the hour of my death. Illusions are a lie, but I want them near me; hope is another lie, but I want it to walk before me. I don"t believe in love, since I don"t believe in anything.
Everything you say against it I have known for years; but should I give it a kick if it comes my way, and wants to go with me? Do you know any dream that fills the emptiness of our lives better--even though it lasts only a short time?"
Michael greeted his friend"s enthusiasm with a sardonic gesture.
"Do you know why I look younger than I am?" Atilio continued, more and more excitedly. "Do you know I shall be young when others of my own age have become old men? I pretend to be ironical. As a matter of fact I"m a skeptic. But I have a secret, the secret of eternal youth, which I keep to myself. Let me tell you what it is. I have discovered that the greatest wisdom in life, the most important thing, is to "while away the time"; and I fill the emptiness that every man carries inside him with an orchestra; the orchestra of my illusions. The great thing is that it play all the time, that the music rack never be empty; once one piece is played, another must take its place. At times it is a symphony of love.
Mine have been beautiful but brief. For that reason I have replaced them with another which is endless--that of ambition and the desire for gain, whose orbits are infinite like those of the stars in the heavens, and like the possible combinations of cards. I gamble. In the whirl of the roulette wheel I see a castle that may be mine, a more sumptuous castle than any in existence; a finer yacht than the one you used to have; endless _fetes_. Through a pack of cards I can contemplate things more magnificent than were dreamed of by the Persian story-tellers. Its suites are so many piles of precious gems. Most of the time I lose, and the orchestra plays an accompaniment on muted strings, with a funeral march of wondrous wild sadness and beauty; but after a few measures, the march becomes a hymn of triumph, the dawning of a new day, the resurrection of hope."
And now there was a look of pity in the eyes of the Prince. "He is mad,"
it seemed to say.
"This afternoon," Castro continued, "my orchestra made me acquainted with a new symphony, something I had never heard before. While I was winning money I did not think a single time about myself, nor about palaces, nor yachts, nor parties. I was thinking only of the "Generala,"
and thinking of her with real hate, wanting to get revenge. I wanted to win a hundred thousand francs--who knows, I may win it to-morrow--and spend the whole hundred thousand on a pearl necklace, on leaving the Casino, and send it to her anonymously with something like this: "As a tribute of dislike from a worthless, miserable man.""
A burst of laughter from the Prince woke the Colonel with a start. As a good early riser, the latter had gone to sleep in his chair. Observing that His Excellency was not paying any attention to him, he slipped out of the Hall, as though he had something of more importance to attend to than the conversation of the two friends who seemed to ignore his presence.
"But what do you find in love?" Michael asked. "For I think you know what love really is. All the illusions of adolescence, and all the idealism of poetry, are merely winding paths which lead to the same, the only goal; the physical act. And aren"t you tired of that? Aren"t you never daunted by the monotony of it?"
There was a certain gloomy intonation in the Prince"s voice, as though he were lamenting over the ruin of all his own life. He had met hundreds of women of the sort that cause a sudden burst of mute desire as they pa.s.s. Feminine resistance was something unknown to him. More than that: women had sought him, coming half-way of their own free will, pursuing him with no regard for the conventions and modesty, obliging him, as a matter of masculine pride, to overtax his powers with a prodigality that made pleasure almost painful. And they were all alike! He understood the mirage of illusion in the things that one admires from afar, and has no hope of obtaining. It is our curiosity for what is hidden, the desire which is aroused by an obstacle, the inner fancies inspired by clothes, ornaments, everything which covers the feminine body, giving to its sameness the charm of a mystery which is ever renewed. As for him, alas, it was as though they all went nude. Nothing could stimulate his interest; it was all too familiar.
"Besides," and here his voice grew quieter, "I wouldn"t confess it to any one else; but love and women make me think of the miserableness of human life, the inevitable end, death. Since I"ve been freed from their false seductions, I feel gayer, more sure of myself; I enjoy more frankly the pa.s.sing moment. I don"t want to talk to you about the shame of those bodies which we claim to be divine. Women are less wholesome than men. It was Nature"s will. But that isn"t what makes me flee from them."
He was silent for a moment, but then added shortly after:
"Whenever I am near a woman I can"t help but see the image of death.
When I caress her silky hair, I suddenly seem to feel a smooth, hard yellow skull, like those one sees protruding from the ground in abandoned cemeteries. A kiss on her mouth, or a nibble at her chin, rouses in me a vision of the bony jaw with its teeth, not so different from those of the anthropoids in the museums. Those eyes will fade; that nose with its graceful curves and rosy quivering nostrils will dissolve likewise; the only solid and permanent parts are the black sockets, and the grotesque grin of the skull, with its flattened nose. Those swelling b.r.e.a.s.t.s are nothing more than false padding to hide the ghastly cage of the ribs; those legs, which seem to us such wonderful columns, are stringy flesh and water that will waste away, leaving bare two long calcareous pipe-stems. We imagine we are adoring supreme beauty, and we are embracing a skeleton. The image of death fills us with horror, and every woman carries one within her, and compels us to worship it."
Now it was Castro"s turn to gaze in astonishment. His eyes, fixed on the Prince, seemed to say: "He is mad."
"The trouble with you, Michael, is that you"ve over-enjoyed," he said after a long pause. "You make me think of the people who, when they sit down to the table, hide their lack of appet.i.te with nausea. The most succulent meat for them suggests the horrors of the slaughter house.
Bread reminds them of the hands that kneaded it, and wine calls up a picture of feet reeking with juice in the vintage-troughs. But just let their senses awaken, and their physical needs rea.s.sert themselves, and they see everything in a different light, as though the sun had just risen, and they find an indescribable charm in the very things that disgusted them. What difference is it to me if a woman has a skeleton inside? I have one too, and that doesn"t prevent me from taking a great deal of joy in the pleasures of life, and considering love as the most interesting of all those pleasures."
Castro laughed with affectionate compa.s.sion as he looked at his friend.
"Let me say it again, you are satiated; you have the lack of appet.i.te and the gloomy vision of a person suffering from a painful indigestion.
You are still too young for this debility to last. You will recover.
Your appet.i.te will come back. I hope you won"t find the table set exactly as in the past, that you will be swept off your feet by some obstacle, in other words, that unrequital will make you suffer; and then ... well, just wait till then!"
CHAPTER V
Don Marcos had never seen the Prince so vexed as he was that morning, when he announced that the d.u.c.h.ess de Delille was waiting for him down-stairs in the hall.
"You should have told her I"d gone out; any sort of a pretext--a lunch at Nice.... There must be some understanding between you. You certainly look out for your Infanta!"
The Colonel, flushed with emotion, made an effort to reply to these accusations. If the d.u.c.h.ess had now suddenly presented herself, it was perhaps because he had refused to take any of her messages for the Prince.
As the latter went down to the hall, he ran straight into Alicia, who was standing close to a window, and looking at the gardens and the sea.
Her back was towards him, just as he had seen her coming out of the concert. When she turned her head, Michael thought to himself that he would surely never have recognized her had he met her anywhere else. She was a beautiful woman, but scarcely like the person he had seen that last time in the "study" on the Avenue du Bois, with its weird oriental nick-nacks and unwholesome perfumes. Several years of her life had pa.s.sed away since then, and yet she seemed fresher, and younger. Her eyes had lost the veiled disturbing fire, that made them look larger, and gave them a fixed, unnatural stare. The dull, sickly whiteness of her skin had taken on color from the sun and the open air. Her airy, undulating litheness had become less willowy, giving her person the calm tranquillity of bodies that are beginning to crystallize in their definitive form.
The Prince, interrupted by Alicia"s smiling glance, was unable to continue his scrutiny. It seemed from her quiet easy manner as though she had been there in that very place only the day before. Moreover, Michael suddenly began to wonder how he should start the conversation.
Should he talk English or French? Should he speak informally as before?... She put an end to his hesitation, speaking familiarly in Spanish, just as when they were children.
"How hard it is to get in touch with you! Practically impossible,"
Alicia said as she sat down, after shaking hands with him. "So I decided to pay you this visit. It isn"t exactly proper for a lady to call on a person with such a terrible reputation as you have; but I"m not the first one who has come here. There have been lots of others!"
She laughed teasingly as she said this. Immediately she became serious, and said timidly:
"I came here on business--a money matter."
Not wanting to take up such a subject at once, she talked about the obstacles which had obliged her to come unannounced to Villa Sirena. The Prince could have absolute confidence in the fidelity with which his "chamberlain" carried out his orders. This Colonel was a nice fellow, but there was no approaching him, any more than a ferocious dog, when some one tries to make him disobey his master. She had vainly asked him to announce her visit; and he had even refused to accept her card for his Prince.
"I might have written you; but I was afraid you wouldn"t reply, or would simply tell me to deal with your agent in Paris. It has been such a long time since we"ve seen each other! Our friendship has been so intermittent! So that is why I finally decided last night to come and surprise you in your den, with the hope that you wouldn"t show me the door."
Michael smiled, making a gesture of indignant denial.
"I came about my debt ... the loans your mother made me some time ago. I didn"t know how much they amounted to. Your agent now says they are over four hundred thousand francs. It must be so, if he maintains it. At times when I was in straits I asked for something, and the Princess, who was such a great lady, kept giving and giving, without either of us paying any attention to the amounts. Now I see how tremendously generous she must have been."
This was surprising news for Lubimoff. Then he gradually recalled that when his mother died she had left a long memorandum of all the loans she had made, and that Alicia"s name figured among the debtors. But he had left the papers in the hands of his administrator, without thinking any more about the matter.
He immediately understood the reason for Alicia"s visit. His agent had wanted to raise some money, and owing to the lack of funds from Russia, he was raising all he could in the West: credits ... advances made to friends or dependents, guaranty deposits, and even the loans made by the Princess, which, according to his express orders, were not to be demanded except in case of strict necessity.
The general pressure of circ.u.mstances had reached Alicia. For the last four months the Lubimoff estate had been sending her letter after letter, demanding the payment of her enormous debt. Already the agent"s last note had become threatening because of her silence. It notified her that action would be brought against her in court. The estate was holding many of her letters thanking the Princess for the latter"s generosity. Besides, all the money had been paid by checks cashed by the d.u.c.h.ess herself.
"Your administrator is certainly an insolent fellow. The other day I saw you in the Casino,--I saw you from behind as you were running away from people. You frightened me: I imagined then that you had changed, that you were very different from the man I knew, and that we would never come to an understanding. Later I thought you mustn"t be quite so terrible as you seem ... and I came."
Michael, remaining silent, seemed to be saying something with his eyes, which were fixed on Alicia. Well, why had she come? What was it she wished to propose to him?
She smiled with an expression of cynical amus.e.m.e.nt.
"I came to tell you that I can"t pay now--and perhaps never; to beg you to wait, I don"t know how long, and to ask you to see that that disagreeable fellow who is managing your estate doesn"t annoy me with his insolence."
And as the Prince made no move, she continued,
"I"m ruined."
"So am I," said Michael. "We"re all ruined. The munition makers are the only people with any money now."
"Oh! You ruined!" Alicia protested. "With you it is simply a question of being hard pressed for the moment. Things in Russia will be straightened out some time or other. Besides, you are Prince Lubimoff, the famous millionaire. If I had your name, who would refuse me a loan?"
Suddenly she lost the audacious smile which she had worked up for the interview. Her eyes grew darker; the corners of her mouth drooped.
"I am really ruined. Look."