"I wonder why Steinbach has followed me here?" she exclaimed to herself.
"How did he obtain entrance to the Court ball? Probably he has some friend here. But surely his mission is urgent, or he would never have run this risk. I was, however, foolish to speak to him before them all--very foolish. Yet," she added slowly to herself, "I wonder what he has to tell me? I wonder--" And, without concluding her sentence, she stood gazing out upon the dark park, deep in thought, her mind full of grave apprehensions of the future.
She was a Hapsbourg--and evil fate follows a Hapsbourg always. She had prayed to G.o.d; for G.o.d alone could save her.
She, the most brilliant and the most envied woman in the Empire, was perhaps the most heart-broken, the most unhappy. Casting herself into an armchair before the log fire, she covered her drawn, white face with her hands and sobbed bitterly, until at last she sat immovable, staring straight into the embers watching the spark die out, until she fell asleep where she sat.
Next day her sweet, fresh face bore no traces of her desperation of the night. She was as gay and merry as ever, and only Henriette noticed in her eyes a slight redness, but discreetly said nothing.
The Countess, a rather pleasant-faced but stiff-mannered person, brought her her engagement-book, from which it appeared that she was due at a review by the Emperor at eleven o"clock; therefore, accompanied by her lady-in-waiting, she drove there, and was everywhere admired by the great crowds a.s.sembled. The Austrian people called her "our Claire,"
and the warm-hearted Viennese cheered when they recognised that she was back again among them.
It was a brilliant scene in the bright spring sunlight, for many of the Imperial Court were present, and the troops made a brave show as they marched past his Majesty and the a.s.sembled members of the Imperial house.
Then she had a luncheon engagement with the Archd.u.c.h.ess Gisela, the wife of Prince Leopold of Bavaria, afterwards drove in the Ringstra.s.se and the Prater, dined early at her father"s palace, after giving Henriette leave of absence for the evening, and also allowing the Countess de Trauttenberg her freedom, saying that she intended to remain at home.
Then, shortly before eight o"clock, she ascended to her room, exchanged her turquoise-blue dinner-gown for a plain, stiff, tailor-made dress, put on a hat with a lace veil that concealed her features, and managed to slip across the courtyard of the domestic offices and out of the palace unseen.
The night was cloudy and dark, with threatening rain, as she crossed the broad Parkring, entering the park near the Kursalon, and traversing the deserted walks towards the River Wien. The chill wind whistled in the budding trees above, sweeping up the dust in her path, and the statuesque guard whom she pa.s.sed in the shadow glanced inquisitively at her, of course not recognising her.
There was no one in the Stadtpark at that hour, and all was silent, gloomy, and dismal, well in keeping with her own sad thoughts. Behind her, the street lamps of the Parkring showed in a long, straight line, and before her were the lights on the Caroline Bridge, the spot appointed for the meeting.
Her heart beat quickly. It was always difficult for her to escape without the knowledge of De Trauttenberg or Henriette. The former was, as a good lady-in-waiting should be, ever at her side, made her engagements for her, and saw that she kept them. That night, however, the Countess desired to visit her sister who was in Vienna with her husband, therefore it had happened opportunely; and, freed of Henriette, she had now little to fear.
The dress she wore was one she used when in the country. She had thrown a short cape of Henriette"s about her shoulders, and was thus sufficiently disguised to avoid recognition by people in the streets.
As she came around a sudden bend in the pathway to the foot of the bridge the dark figure of a man in a black overcoat emerged from the shadow, and was next instant at her side, holding his hat in his hand and bowing before her.
"I began to fear that your Imperial Highness would not come," he said breathlessly in German. "Or that you had been prevented."
"Is it so very late, then?" she inquired in her sweet, musical voice, as the man walked slowly at her side. "I had difficulty in getting away in secret."
"No one has followed you, Princess?" he said, glancing anxiously behind him. "Are you quite sure?"
"No one. I was very careful. But why have you asked me to come here?
Why were you at the ball last night? How did you manage to get a card?"
"I came expressly to see you, Princess," answered the young man in a deep earnest voice. "It was difficult to get a command to the ball, but I managed it, as I could approach you by no other way. At your Highness"s own Court you, as Crown Princess, are unapproachable for a commoner like myself, and I feared to write to you, as De Trauttenberg often attends to your correspondence."
"But you are my friend, Steinbach," she said. "I am always to be seen by my friends."
"At your own risk, your Highness," he said quickly. "I know quite well that last night when you stopped and spoke to me it was a great breach of etiquette. Only it was imperative that I should see you to-night.
To you, Princess, I owe everything. I do not forget your great kindness to me; how that I was a poor clerk out of work, with my dear wife ill and starving, and how, by your letter of recommendation, I was appointed in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, first as French translator, and now as a secretary. Were it not for you, Princess, I and my family would have starved. You saved me from ruin, and I hope you are confident that in me, poor and humble though I am, you at least have a friend."
"I am sure of that, Steinbach," was her Highness"s kindly reply. "We need not cross the bridge," she said. "It is quiet along here, by the river. We shall meet no one."
For a few moments a silence fell between them, and the Princess began to wonder why he had asked her there to meet him.
At last, when they were in a dark and narrower pathway, he turned suddenly to her and said,--
"Princess, I--I hardly know how to speak, for I fear that you may take what I have to say in a wrong sense. I mean," he faltered, "I mean that I fear you may think it impertinent of me to speak to you, considering the great difference in our stations."
"Why?" she asked calmly, turning to him with some surprise. "Have you not just told me that you are my friend?"
She noticed at that moment that he still held his hat in his hand, and motioned to him to rea.s.sume it.
"Yes. I am your Highness"s friend," he declared quickly. "If I were not, I would not dare to approach you, or to warn you of what at this moment is in progress."
"What is in progress?" she exclaimed in surprise. "Tell me."
She realised that this man had something serious to say, or surely he would never have followed her to Vienna, and obtained entrance to the Imperial Court by subterfuge.
"Your Highness is in peril," he declared in a low voice, halting and standing before her. "You have enemies, fierce, bitter enemies, on every side; enemies who are doing their utmost to estrange you from your husband; relentless enemies who are conspiring might and main against you and the little Princess Ignatia. They--"
"Against my child?" cried the Princess, amazed. "Do you really mean that there is actually a conspiracy against me?"
"Alas! that is so, Highness," said the man, seriously and distinctly.
"By mere chance I have learnt of it, and being unable to approach you at your own Court, I am here to give you timely warning of what is intended." She was silent, gazing straight into her companion"s face, which was, however, hardly distinguishable in the darkness. She could scarcely believe the truth of what this commoner told her. Could this man, whom she had benefited by her all-powerful influence, have any ulterior motive in lying to her?
"And what is intended?" she inquired in a strange, hard voice, still half dubious and half convinced.
"There is a plot, a dastardly, widespread conspiracy to cause your Highness"s downfall and part you from the Crown Prince before he comes to the throne," was his answer.
"But why? For what motive?" she inquired, starting at the amazing revelation.
"Cannot your Highness discern that your jealous enemies are in fear of you?" he said. "They know that one day ere long our invalid King must die, and your husband will then ascend the throne. You will be Queen, and they feel convinced that the day of your accession will be their last day at Court--frankly, that having seen through their shams and intrigues, you will dismiss them all and change the entire entourage."
"Ah! I see," replied the Crown Princess Claire in a hoa.r.s.e, bitter voice. "They fear me because they have realised their own shortcomings.
So they are conspiring against me to part me from my husband, and drive me from Court! Yes," she sighed heavily, "I know that I have enemies on every side. I am a Hapsbourg, and that in itself is sufficient to prejudice them against me. I have never been a favourite with their Majesties the King and Queen because of my Liberal tendencies. They look upon me as a Socialist; indeed, almost as a revolutionist. Their sycophants would be glad enough to see me banished from Court. And yet the Court bow to me with all that hateful obsequiousness."
"Your Highness is, unfortunately, quite right," declared the man Steinbach. "The Crown Prince is being enticed farther and farther from you, as part of the ingenious plot now afoot. The first I knew of it was by accident six months ago, when some letters from abroad fell into my hands at the Ministry. The conspiracy is one that permeates the whole Court. The daily talk of your enemies is the antic.i.p.ation of your downfall."
"My downfall! But how is that to be accomplished?" she demanded, her fine eyes flashing with indignation. "I surely have nothing to fear-- have I? I beg of you to be quite candid with me, Steinbach. In this affair your information may be of greatest service, and I am deeply indebted to you. It staggers me. What have I done that these people should seek my ruin?" she cried in blank dismay.
"Will your Highness pardon me if I tell the truth?" asked the man at her side, speaking very seriously. "You have been too free, too frank, and too open-minded. Every well-meant action of yours is turned to account by those who seek to do you evil. Those whom you believe to be your friends are your worst antagonists. I have longed to approach you and tell you this for months, but I always feared. How could I reach you?
They are aware that the secret correspondence pa.s.sed through my hands, and therefore they suspect me of an intention of betraying them."
"Then you are here at imminent risk to yourself, Steinbach," she remarked very slowly, looking again straight into his dark face.
"I am here as your Highness"s friend," replied the young man simply.
"It is surely worth the risk to save my gracious benefactress from falling victim to their foul, dastardly conspiracy?"
"And who, pray, are my worst antagonists?" she asked hoa.r.s.ely.
He gave her rapidly half a dozen names of Court officials and persons in the immediate entourage of their Majesties.
"And," he added, "do not trust the Countess de Trauttenberg. She is playing you false. She acts as spy upon you and notes your every action."
"The Countess--their spy!" she gasped, utterly taken aback, for if there was one person at Court in whom she had the utmost confidence it was the woman who had been in her personal service ever since her marriage.