Warren did not seek companionship either, upon this journey. He knew too many men in the ranks of the international traders, to dare risk recognition. The great roadway between New York and the European ports has now become a veritable promenade, thronged with travelers: it is no longer a lonely pa.s.sage.
The great steamship was crowded on this trip, Rusty being in good luck to obtain a stateroom relinquished just before sailing time. With nearly two thousand people on board, it was a floating town--and more than once in the crowded decks and saloons he caught glimpses of men he knew in club, college, or business. He would invariably beat a precipitate retreat. His daily procedure was hermit-like. With the exception of an early morning stroll, alone, on the promenade deck, he took no more chances after that first morning. His meals were served in his stateroom. From the splendid library of the ship he secured ample reading material to while away the time.
At night he spent an hour in walking with the Princess--and they were wonderful moments. Each evening he seemed to grow better acquainted with this unusual woman--finding beneath the surface of courtly reserve a depth of feeling, a breadth of humanity which would hardly have been believable from her calm, almost indifferent manner.
Her education in an English school had internationalized her--her wide knowledge of books, in all the literatures of Europe, her familiarity with the best of art, poetry, the drama and music--had made of her a delightful, ever surprising traveling companion.
The girl was interested in everything American. She plied him with questions about the city, the country, the customs. Her brief stay in New York had been all too limited--her curiosity was only whetted by the brief survey of externals which is all that a stranger may get, without the guidance of an initiate.
To her, America represented a great new universe, teeming with vitality. Compared with the mediaevalism of her own country, the modernity of the States was a wonderful poetic drama of ideals, accomplishment, and goals worth while.
"What do you think of t.i.tles, Mr. Jarvis?" asked the girl, one evening.
"When you made your recessional into the Middle Ages by taking the feudal oath to me, you were flippant, almost sarcastic: yet by my standards, I could not feel that any man could defend my interests with propriety unless he were of my own people--so, you were adopted with more seriousness than you supposed."
Jarvis flicked a cigarette into the swirling waters far beneath them, as he answered.
"t.i.tles do not appeal to Americans, as a general thing. To the simpler folk, they represent the yoke of the ancient Lion whose mane was cropped in 1776. To the broader folk, they are no more than the marks of family: although I must confess that your worthy cousin would create much fluttering of hearts and waving of ivory fans around Newport and Lennox,--where American hearts, of a sort, and American fortunes of questionable worth are bartered for a tin-plated coronet. But that"s the revenge of the Great G.o.d of Misfits."
He turned toward her, resting his hand upon the rail.
"You are no different physically, mentally, socially from many of the Southern, Northern, and Western girls I have met in my own country. You are dependent upon the fashions, to bring your charms to the utmost effectiveness." The Princess blushed in the dark. "But, differing from many of them, you do succeed!" he added.
"You are just as human as the fine girls I have met back home--your t.i.tled cla.s.ses correspond with the fine old families of the United States--and we have the advantage over you that by our own endeavor we can change the t.i.tles, by our own efforts, without waiting for the death of our loved ones."
His mind turned to his own mother, to whom his successes had been a source of increasing happiness.
"I was only a little knight back home in Kentucky--when I was a tiny chap. As I went into the world, and fought the battles, and won some (after losing more), to my dad and the mother I became a prince.... And the great thing about being a prince--to your family--in a republic, as compared with being a prince in a monarchy, is that a chap must keep on making good in the job, or he"ll fail of election, just in the years when he wants it most!
"To tell you the truth, your Highness, America is crowded with "wealthy families," "socially prominent," "old Colonial families," two or three million _Mayflower_ blossoms, and similar Philistines! There are hundreds of clever people who make good annual incomes in our country with their ingenuity in connecting the Joneses and the Browns and the Smiths with Richard the Lion-Heart and Bill the Conqueror, by marriage.
In my native State, Kentucky, there are enough majors, colonels, and generals to officer the armies of Europe--and as for judges!... There are enough badges, fraternity pins, c.o.c.kades, and a.s.sociation medals to keep second-hand jewelers busy for their lifetimes! My countrymen are the most pa.s.sionate collectors of heraldic certificates and genealogical maps in the world. The instinct for decoration is prevalent--the more obscure the family, the more plentiful the framed diplomas of aristocratic origin on the walls!"
The Princess was unable to follow the cynicism of the speech, but a growing admiration for Jarvis" a.n.a.lytical powers led her to put confidence in his opinions.
"And what harm does it do?" he concluded. "They are t.i.tles of universal brotherhood, and peace breeds more American colonels and majors than an international Armageddon. And it is all in the game!"
"And then, you do not have such a disgust for t.i.tles and the marks of good family, after all?"
She was almost eager in her inquisition of the va.s.sal.
"Your Serene Highness has no cause for worry: although you will doubtless never need care for any American opinion" (and Warren studied her face, as the fine silhouette was illumined by the nearby deck light), "for in my country a princess is recognized whether she wear ermine robes, or a calico shirtwaist and a ragged skirt. You see,--a republic is at least well illuminated. We"re not afraid of the light!... However, I imagine that your t.i.tle will be changed before another year, and in that case you will have no cause for curiosity!"
The girl"s eyes burned as she questioned him.
"What do you mean, Mr. Jarvis? For a va.s.sal, you are decidedly presumptuous. You need not come to court again until you are summoned.
Good-night."
And then she turned, as Jarvis maintained a discreet silence, walking rapidly toward the promenade door of her suite. He bade her good-night, without response.
Jarvis remembered an old verse of the greatest balladist of the century:
"_For Julia O"Grady and the Colonel"s lady, Were both the same, under the skin-- And I learned about women from "er!_"
Maria Theresa was not in a mood to see Jarvis for two more days.
Instead of trying to win her forgiveness for a wrong--he had not committed--he stuck the closer to his stateroom, where, with the solicitous attention of Rusty, he lived a drone-like and peaceful existence, poring over books. They were not fiction or philosophy--the Kentuckian"s interest was in Baedeker and other books on Spain. With the same application which had carried him over the thin ice of college examinations, he had grasped a valuable understanding of the customs and peculiarities of Spain. He gave especial attention to the railroad maps, for Warren was not trusting too implicitly to the permanent humility of the Duke.
That worthy was pa.s.sing a most disagreeable voyage.
He was naturally of an irascible, dictatorial temperament--accustomed to flattery and adulation. On this return trip to the Continent, the ship"s list comprised Americans for the most part. They were in little humor to cajole the swarthy, sarcastic, and unsociable Spaniard. Their minds were too full of the pleasures of the months to come, of plans and frolics in contemplation, to sacrifice their time to this dour personage.
The Duke endeavored to mellow his own discomfiture at Maria Theresa"s coldness with numerous visits to the grill. The result was a morning "grouch," an afternoon headache, and a twilight bitterness which kept him permanently aloof from all companionship.
On two occasions he had observed Warren in earnest and apparently friendly conversation with the captain and first officer. He was not aware that it was intended for his own benefit--and that nothing more intimate than the weather was under discussion. But it presaged a prompt information to the "Ghost Breaker" in case he registered his complaint. The Duke"s methods of warfare were not of the gallant-charge-against-intrenchments variety. He specialized in the executive ability which directs the activities of other men; and so he bided his time.
The fifth evening out from New York harbor--they were due some time the following day in the Mersey, dependent largely upon the tide and weather--he could stand no longer the evident growth of friendliness between his cousin and her "employed" a.s.sistant.
Maria Theresa had forgiven the Kentuckian for his jest--without the formality of an apology, because she was a woman. She had once more yielded to her loneliness, and walked the wind-swept promenade deck to discuss their common subjects.
As Jarvis bade her good-night and stepped into the shadow of the deck, he observed the aristocrat knocking angrily upon the cabin door.
"Let me in, Maria," cried the Duke, in Castilian. "I must talk to you, for your own good."
"I suppose that means my bad," muttered Jarvis. "I"ll just smoke another cigarette in the neighborhood, to see how things go."
The Duke was admitted--his conversation in the parlor of the suite seemed to last for half an hour. At last the door opened, and he reappeared. He was talking excitedly at the doorway.
"What I have said to you, I would say before him, were he not skulking in his cabin, afraid of justice. He is a pig of a poltroon!" cried his Excellency. "I wish he were here now, and I would tell it to his face."
The girl replied calmly--so quietly indeed that Jarvis could not distinguish the words.
But he stepped forward, and laid a hand upon the n.o.bleman"s arm. Carlos jumped nervously, as though bitten by a snake.
"Here I am, your Excellency. Let"s hear what it is you have to say?"
The other swallowed his choler, speaking with difficulty.
"I ... I ... cannot speak on the deck of the ship!" he exclaimed.
"Then come into my cabin again," said the Princess with pardonable asperity. "You may tell Mr. Jarvis your opinion of him now."
Jarvis gave the Duke an ungentle shove, with the result that the troublesome door threshold again intercepted to demonstrate the laws of gravity. The Duke sprawled most unromantically upon the deck inside. He scrambled to his feet, muttering Spanish oaths.
"Dog! If you were my equal socially I would challenge you!" he spluttered.
"If you were my equal physically I would punch your head," was the apt reply of the American. "Now, let"s hear this opinion which you were so anxious to tell to my face."
There was a humorous twinkle in the dark eyes of the Princess, and Warren observed, down the pa.s.sageway to the private stateroom, the smiling face of Nita, the maid.
"Well, Mr. Warren ... I ... merely ... said that I know you to be what you Yankees call a humbug! For some purposes of your own--perhaps to attempt a theft of this imaginary fortune, you are trying to get to Seguro ... However," and at the quiet interest on the face of Jarvis he was emboldened to make his statements more emphatic, "I have my doubts about your honesty in the whole matter."