CHAPTER X
The curtain fell upon the first act of "Louise." The lights were turned up, the tenseness relaxed, men made dives for their hats, and the unmusical murmured the usual plat.i.tudes. Naida leaned forward from the corner of her box to the man who was her sole companion.
"Father," she said, "I am expecting a caller with whom I wish to speak--Lord Dorminster. If he comes, will you leave us alone? And if any one else should be here, please take them away."
"More mysteries," her father muttered, not unkindly. "Who is this man Dorminster?"
Naida leaned back in her chair and fanned herself slowly.
"No one I know very much about," she acknowledged. "I have selected him in my mind, however as being a typical Englishman of his cla.s.s. I wish to talk to him, to appreciate his point of view. You know what Paul said when he gave you the appointment and sent us over here: "Find out for me what sort of men these Englishmen are.""
"Matinsky should know," her father observed. "He was here twelve years ago. He came over with the first commission which established regular relations with the British Government."
"No doubt," she said equably, "he was able to gauge the official outlook, but this country, during the last ten years, has gone through great vicissitudes. Besides, it is not only the official outlook in which Paul is interested. He doesn"t understand, and frankly I don"t, the position of what they call over here "the man in the street." You see, he must be either a fool, or he must be grossly deceived."
"So far as my dealings with him go, I should never call the Englishman a fool," Karetsky confessed.
"There are degrees and conditions of fools," his daughter declared calmly. "A man with a perfectly acute brain may have simply idiotic impulses towards credulity, and a credulous man is always a fool.
Anyhow, I know what Paul wants."
There was a knock at the door. Karetsky opened it and stood aside to let Nigel pa.s.s in. Naida held out her hand to the latter with a smile.
"I am so glad that you have come," she said, raising her eyes for a minute to his. "Father, you remember Lord Dorminster?"
The two men exchanged a few commonplace remarks. Then Karetsky reached for his hat.
"Your arrival, Lord Dorminster," he observed, "leaves me free to make a few calls myself. We shall, I trust, meet again."
Nigel murmured a few courteous words and watched the retreating figure with some curiosity.
"Your father is very typical," he declared. "He reminds me of your country itself. He is ma.s.sive, has suggestions of undeveloped strength."
"Add that he is a little ponderous," Naida said lightly, "slow to make up his mind, but as obstinate as the Urals themselves, and you have described him. Now tell me what you think of a young woman who rings you up without the slightest encouragement and invites you to come to the Opera purposely to visit her box."
"I deny the absence of encouragement, and I am very grateful for the opportunity of coming," Nigel answered. "And if I were to tell you all that I think of you," he added, after a moment"s pause, "it would take me a great deal longer than this quarter of an hour"s interval."
These were their first few moments absolutely alone. Neither of them was unduly emotional, neither wholly free from experience, yet they looked and spoke and felt as though the coming of new things was at hand. The atmosphere of music, still present, was a wonderful background to the intensified sensations of which both were conscious. Naida had the utmost difficulty in steadying her voice.
"I wanted to talk to you seriously because you can help me very much if you will," she began. "In a sense, I am over here upon a mission. Some of us in Russia feel that your nation is imperfectly understood there.
We are bearing grudges against you which may not be wholly justified.
You see, to speak very plainly, we are under the constant influence of a people which cherishes no feelings of friendship towards you."
For a moment the personal element had disappeared. Nigel remembered who his companion was and all that she stood for. He drew his chair a little nearer to hers.
"If you are looking for a typical Englishman," he said, "I fear that I shall be a disappointment to you. The typical Englishman of to-day is hiding his head in the sand. I am not disposed to do anything of the sort. I recognise a great coming danger, and I am afraid of your country."
"The att.i.tude of the official Englishman I know," she declared, a little eagerly. "What I want to find out is whether there are many like yourself, who are awake."
"I am afraid that I am in the minority," he confessed. "I am trying to carry on the work which my uncle commenced. I am trying to secure firm and definite evidence of a certain plot which I believe to be brewing in your country and in Germany."
"Tell me exactly what you know," she begged.
Nigel looked at her for several moments in silence. She was wearing a Russian headdress, a low tiara of bound coils of pearls. A rope of pearls hung from her neck. Her white net gown was trimmed with ermine.
At her first appearance in the front of the box she had created almost a sensation among those to whom she was visible. In these darker shadows the sensuous disturbance of which he had been conscious since his entrance swept over him once more with overmastering power.
"You are very beautiful," he said, a little abruptly.
"I am glad you think so," she murmured, with a very sweet answering light in her eyes, "but I am hoping that you have other things to tell me."
"You are the friend of Immelan," he reminded her.
"To some extent, yes," she a.s.sented, "but I admit of no prejudices. The greatest friend I have in the world is Paul Matinsky, and it is at his wish that I am here. He is anxious above all things not to make a mistake."
"Your country is very much under the dominance of Germany," he ventured.
"Very much, I admit, but not utterly so. You must remember that after the cataclysm of 1917, Russia has been born again in travail and agony.
No hand was outstretched to help her, save that of Germany alone, for her own sake ultimately, perhaps, but nevertheless with invaluable results to Russia. We had vast resources which Germany exploited, magnificent human material which Germany has educated and disciplined.
The two nations have grown together for their common interest. At the same time, Paul Matinsky and very many others have always felt that there is one of Germany"s great ambitions in which Russia ought not necessarily to become involved. I think--I hope that you understand me."
"In plain words," Nigel said, "you refer to this projected plan of isolating England."
"In plain words, I do," she admitted. "Russia"s intentions concerning that are trembling in the balance. Germany is pressing her hard. Nothing will be finally decided until I return to Petrograd. You see, I speak to you quite openly, for I myself have had some experience of your present statesmen. I believe if you were to repeat this conversation to any one of them, if, even, you could open their eyes to what is happening, they would only shrug their shoulders and say that they relied for their protection on the League of Nations."
"You are unhappily right," Nigel groaned, "yet one perseveres, and after all there is an element of mystery about the whole affair. The French, as you know, have not imitated our blind credulity. Their frontier would seem to be impregnable, and the difficulties of invading England, even from the air, are very much as they were during the last war. It was these considerations which made my uncle persevere in his attempt at secret-service work on the Continent. Everything depends upon our knowing exactly what is in store for us."
"And have you discovered that?" she enquired.
He shook his head.
"Everything that we have learnt so far has been of negative value," he replied. "The German citizen army is large, but not threateningly so. So far as we have been able to discover, they do not seem to have any secret store of guns or ammunition. Their docks hold no secrets. Yet we know that there is something brewing. Both the men upon whom my uncle relied have been murdered."
"But one of them succeeded in getting a dispatch through, did he not?"
she asked quietly.
"Yes, he succeeded," Nigel acknowledged. "My uncle was murdered, however, in the act of decoding it, and the dispatch itself was stolen."
"You are very frank," she said. "I suppose I ought to feel flattered that you treat me with so little reserve."
"If you are a friend to Germany," he replied, "you probably know all that I can tell you. If you are inclined towards friendship with us, then it is as well that you should know everything."
"That is reasonable," she admitted. "Now listen. This conversation can only last a few minutes longer. It is true that Oscar Immelan is my father"s old friend and also mine, but my judgment in all matters which relate to the welfare of my country is not influenced by that fact."
"There was a report once," Nigel said, taking his courage into both hands, "that you were engaged to be married to him."
She looked him in the eyes. Against the whiteness of his skin, the colour of her own seemed more wonderful than ever.