An innocent surprise and pleasure dawned in her expression.
"I will come every day, if you like, monseigneur," she offered. "I did not know you cared."
He took the seat beside her, with a courteous salute to Marya.
"You are gracious, as always. I did not mean exactly that, although you can not guess how pleasant it was to find you here to-day. Live your pretty routine and fancies, d.u.c.h.ess of Dreams, and give me the alms of time you can not use."
They spoke in Iria"s soft native tongue, which the Countess Marya did not understand and which Stanief had learned long before in some of the _Nadeja"s_ nomadic voyages. Always gentle to the gentle Iria, to-day his voice carried an added tenderness which stirred her to vague unrest and wistfulness.
"You do not mean that," she said, troubled. "How should I have any time that is not yours, monseigneur? And my fancies--you can not know how many of them are wishes that I might prove a little, only a little, of all your kindness makes me feel. I wish, how much I wish, that I could do something for you!"
The victoria was rolling through the busy, cheerful streets; vehicles making way for it in respectful haste, people saluting with more than mere formality and following the Regent with grateful eyes. Stanief"s city, Stanief"s country this, drawn by him out of anarchy into order, out of suffering into peace. The people knew, and he knew. He looked across it all now before answering, battling with fierce loneliness and rebellion.
"Iria, what I have done for you is nothing. You are my wife," there was no mockery in the quietly spoken word, "and claim all I can give. But, since we are alone except for each other and have been placed together, would you care to save my pride some day by stepping at my side out of this court? By giving me the dignity of holding my household above the wreck?"
Startled and dismayed, she turned to him.
"Monseigneur, I do not understand! You, you to speak of wreck! Oh, and you ask me that, you doubt?"
He laid his hand warningly on hers.
"We are under a hundred eyes, Iria. You live aloof from politics and intrigues, but yet you know my regency ends in a few months."
"You mean--the Emperor?"
"The Emperor has never trusted me, never forgiven me for the chance which set me as ruler of his country. There is no danger of the old kind; the days of state executions are past, or I would never have survived the last reign. But when Adrian a.s.sumes command it will undoubtedly mean that I lay aside all you have seen of me, and retire a simple gentleman of leisure to my estates. No more will I play "the regal game," as Adrian expressed it to-day. Could you brave that, Iria, to be no longer the center of a brilliant court? To live the stately monotony of my life in the old castle among the mountains, or perhaps travel to other countries as just the wife of the Grand Duke Feodor Stanief, who is of no more importance than any n.o.ble? For Adrian will want to keep you, if you will stay."
The little hand under his turned to clasp his fingers; star-eyed, richly tinted with excitement, Iria leaned to him.
"With you, let me be with you. I am afraid of nothing with you, without you of everything. Oh, monseigneur, do you not see that what you lose are a man"s desires, not a woman"s? Power, political influence, to guide and rule--what do such names mean to me? I shall miss nothing; it is only you who will grieve and regret."
"My dear, my dear," said Stanief unsteadily, and turned away his face before a new hope which out-dazzled all the morning"s pictured loss.
"It is so, only do not speak again of leaving me here. I love the Emperor, but I am afraid of him. And if he can treat you in this way--"
"Hush; never blame him, however alone you fancy us. If you can help it, do not let him guess that I have told you of this. And for the rest, the fault is more Dalmorov"s than his."
"I will not," she promised. And after a moment, "Some one else will follow you always, monseigneur."
He knew the answer before he asked the question, and the light went suddenly from his face, leaving it to all the old grave endurance.
"Who, Iria?"
"Monsieur Allard," she replied.
Stanief again looked across the teeming streets; it was as if a chill, intangible mist stole up from the near-by river and drew its cold grayness between the two who sat side by side.
"John is a loyal gentleman," he said, without anger; "I value you both above all else. For two years I have walked without seeing beyond a certain point, to-day I have come to a turn in the road and on ahead I see my destination. Not the end I hoped, perhaps, but at least I know.
And I thank you for the household security which you have given to me, my poor child."
The carriage stopped in front of the quaintly splendid Palace Stanief.
Iria lingered before accepting the Regent"s aid to descend, her delicate lip curving distressedly.
"Do not call me that, please," she begged. "Because you have made me very happy, monseigneur."
The perfume of her daffodils was about him, faint, virginal, bitter-sweet as her presence in his house. Stanief deliberately painted to himself the fierce delight of catching her in his arms, of pressing the little sunny head to him and crushing her sweet ignorance out of existence with one kiss she could never forget. But his hand did not even close upon the small one resting in it.
"Then I have lived to some purpose," he responded serenely.
CHAPTER XIII
THE INTERVENTION OF ADRIAN
For Iria to attempt to hide a change of thought from the keen-eyed and sophisticated Adrian with his clairvoyant faculty of penetration was as futile as for a flower to resolve to shut from the sun the drop of dew in its golden heart. A week after her morning drive with Stanief, when Iria was pa.s.sing one of her usual hours with the Emperor, he coolly put his finger on her secret.
"You are not yourself, _cousine_," he observed. "What has Feodor been telling you of me?"
"Oh!" Iria exclaimed in distress, regarding her youthful sovereign with wide, astonished eyes.
Adrian smiled with his fine malice.
"Come, confess. Or shall I guess? I am ungrateful, unappreciative, and swayed by Dalmorov; not so? Moreover I am dangerous, and making my Regent extremely uncomfortable."
"Oh, no, sire. He bade me never blame you, indeed. He said nothing like that," denied madame impetuously, then stopped short.
"Then what did he tell you?"
"But I was not to repeat," she pleaded.
This time Adrian laughed outright and leaned forward to capture one of the lily-leaf hands and lift it to his lips. They were seated in the great octagonal library, which of all the palace was the Emperor"s favorite room, Iria employed with a bit of the intricate embroidery always brought at his especial request. He was fond of watching her while her attention was fixed on the pretty task; and until a few months before Stanief had not infrequently made a third at the gracious pretense of domesticity. To-day, at the opposite side of the apartment and out of hearing, Allard chatted with two of Iria"s ladies.
"You have not repeated, _cousine_," the inquisitor a.s.sured her. "I myself guessed. And since I appear to have guessed worse than the truth, you had better correct me. I will not tell Feodor."
She looked up at him then, flushing all over.
"If I tell you, sire," she retorted with pride, "I shall say so to monseigneur as soon as I see him. Must I speak?"
"I think you had better, _chere cousine_."
She laid the glowing tissue in her lap and met the raillery of his glance quite seriously.
"Then I will try to remember, sire, because the truth is always much the best to know. And I am certain you would not ask me to hurt him. He asked me if I would be ready to go with him when the regency ended and you sent him from court. He said that you had never trusted him, and could not forgive him for the government forced upon him. That was all, indeed. Except that he did say you thought highly of Baron Dalmorov; and, and, a few words just for me."
Adrian pa.s.sed his hand across his eyes as if to push back the hair from his forehead, and remained silent for a few seconds.