However, he slept. He was awakened by a scrubby postman, who handed him a registered letter. Norman opened it hastily, and was delighted to find that it contained English banknotes for a hundred pounds--delighted but not surprised, for Arnolfo had by now deadened his sense of wonder. He gave the postman twopence, and had breakfast in bed on the strength of his opulence. Indeed he rose so late that at the bank to which he directed his footsteps a five-pound note was changed only with the greatest reluctance, five minutes before noon, the Alsandrian closing time. However, after a lot of little sums had been worked out by a lot of little desks and after the five-pound note had been bitten, crackled and held up to the light, and after Norman had executed a lot of complicated moves and marked time strenuously in front of grilled windows and "caisses" (all Continental banks seem to work on the supposition that you have come there to pa.s.s a forgery or rob the till), he was released with a large number of silver coins bulging in his trouser pockets.
He stood for a moment on the threshold blinking at the sun, his contentment tempered by annoyance at the reflection that all the shops were closed and would not be opened again for another three hours, so that he could not buy so much as a pocket handkerchief for his personal adornment, when he heard a whirring clangorousness, and there appeared a motor car crawling and puffing along the ruinous cobbles, followed by a little crowd of admirers, for a motor was as strange in Alsander as an aeroplane (shall I add "a year ago"?) above Upper Tooting. Norman would have known that the car was a London taxi had he ever been to London.
The driver, smartly uniformed, stopped opposite him, and Arnolfo dressed in his invariable silk and gold stepped out, and bowed to Norman with a very ostensible deference. "I hope, Sir," he said suavely, "you will do me the honour of stepping into my car and coming to lunch with me at a little place I know of?"
"Why, how did you find me here?" cried Norman. "You are as bewildering as the Cheshire cat."
"It"s not hard to find a suspicious fellow like you in a gossipy town like Alsander!" laughed Arnolfo. "Some other day, moreover, you shall tell me who the Cheshire cat was; but jump in now; we have no time to lose."
"I ought to hesitate," said Norman, but he stepped in at once.
"We are going to continue playacting on the lines laid down by the Poet," said Arnolfo, as soon as they were ensconced in the car and being jolted softly and slowly over the atrocious roads. "But you must forsake the proletariat for the aristocracy, and therefore I am going to take you round the town after lunch and dress you up like a Jew on a racecourse. For your story is to be that you are a rich English n.o.bleman (any eccentricity will be swallowed in Alsander if you say you are a rich English n.o.bleman), but that you find that you have Alsandrian blood on your mother"s side from the fifteenth century. You see, the story you must tell at present should be a suspicious and extraordinary one, as you are soon going to disavow it when you proclaim yourself King: nevertheless it ought not to be so foolish as to be instantly found out."
Arnolfo continued to explain in great detail, as the car b.u.mped gently on, the exact coat of arms, the exact relationship, the name of the Alsandrian family (a cadet of which had actually disappeared in England in the wars) and various other minute details.
When the car stopped they descended, and entered a curious and neat restaurant of which they seemed to be the only habitues, for it had only one table: there they had an excellent meal. Norman would have sworn it was a private house had not Arnolfo paid the bill and tipped the waiter.
He would have sworn correctly, for it was. They then drove to a tailor, a haberdasher, a shoemaker, a hatter, at all of which places Arnolfo took the shopman aside and whispered that the order was for a very distinguished English n.o.bleman, and should be executed without delay.
Sometimes he would also let drop as a confidential favour that the n.o.bleman "havas sango Alsandra en la venai," or that "Milord had come to dwell in the country of his ancestors." The Grand Tour Englishman of fabulous wealth and high distinction remained traditional in Alsander, since the Polytechnic Englishman, neither wealthy, nor distinguished, nor fabulous, had not yet arrived; and an Englishman with Alsandrian blood was a prize for the avaricious.
Norman was ostentatiously deposited at his garden door by the car, and for the rest of the day refused to answer any questions, and remained suggestive, impressive, mysterious and aloof, to the great discomposure of the Widow Prasko and her daughter. Cesano came in (I think by the widow"s invitation, who hoped to inflame the obviously cooling Englishman with jealousy), but Norman offered no remonstrance to his taking Peronella for a walk. (Not that Cesano had much joy of the moonlight: the girl was moody and returned I to cry herself to sleep within the hour.) Our hero then had to fly before the onset of the widow, who told him--so closely does Alsandrian correspond to English idiom--that he owed it to her, positively owed it to her, to reveal his ident.i.ty and regularize his position.
"Give me a week," said Norman, shuffling away from her and feeling more like a grocer and less like a King every instant.
As he undressed before the tarnished mirror the marks of the whip, which still stood clear across his back, seemed to rebuke his conceit; his dreams, too, were more humble; he dreamt he was married to the Widow Prasko and kept a boarding-house at Margate.
The next morning a messenger, who looked preposterously discreet, brought a letter from Arnolfo, making an appointment at the British Consulate, and certain ready-made clothes which, as a temporary measure, had been skilfully and swiftly adapted to his form.
Norman at the hour of his appointment found himself once more ensconced in the great armchair in the Consul"s black-papered study, listening to Arnolfo. The Consul was not present.
"We have a difficult and dreary task on hand to-day," Arnolfo began. "I am going to take you to visit all the important people of Alsander. We will take Sforelli with us in order to make our movements look suspicious on recapitulation. It will be much more natural for you to become King if you have already obviously moved in aristocratic circles.
Your few weeks among the people will be readily credited provided that it is known that you came afterwards to visit the upper cla.s.ses as well.
Some of those whom we shall visit are in the secret: but we have not entrusted the secret to their wives. Some of them may be clever enough to guess that you really are the King; indeed, we are going to spread a few hints to that effect: it will pave the way for future demands on the credulity of Alsander. Of course (as I have already hinted) the presence of the Doctor as your companion will be looked upon as remarkable and invite the sort of comment we desire.
"Remember, Norman, to be most distinguished--and at times a little strange. You are, so to speak, paying official visits incognito. And the last visit we shall pay will be to Count Vorza. O beware of that man: he is a fool as I said before--but he is a clever fool. Come, let us be going!"
"But surely," exclaimed Norman with a glance at Arnolfo"s magnificent attire, flashing at the side of his dark frockcoat, "you cannot call on the best people in that costume!"
"Can I not!" replied Arnolfo as they descended the interminable stairs.
"There is a tradition in Alsander which it is at once unusual, distinguished and meritorious to preserve, that the Alsandrian national costume lis sufficient and full dress for any Alsandrian or any occasion."
Sforelli was waiting for them in the car, and they went motoring round together to the Papal Legate, the bank manager, n.o.bles, consuls--there was not even a minister in Alsander--and so forth. Norman, chiefly by preserving as far as possible a discreet silence, did well, and was complimented by Arnolfo.
"The ladies thought you most distinguished, my friend," he said. "But you have now the harder task I told you of. There is the gate of Vorza"s city mansion. Once more, beware! What men say of the old man is true.
The aged reactionary is as polite as an Italian and as cunning, as treacherous and as wicked as Abdul Hamid the Turk. So be careful."
It was a needful warning. The old man, very picturesque in his velvet skull cap, received them with great cordiality, and having expressed his great friendship for all Englishmen and referred half-a-dozen to a dozen times to the fact that he had been to London for three days in his youth, contrived that his wife, a colourless person, should take away Arnolfo and Sforelli to a recess and show them photographs. He thereby had a chance of seeing Norman alone, and extracting as much information from him as possible without the intervention of his companions.
"I am always so delighted to meet an Englishman," began the old minister, as soon as they were both ensconced in comfortable chairs, "especially as I have been to London myself. It is true I was there only for a short time, and that many years ago--you see I am old--but I have a vivid memory of it all. I remember the policemen--marvellous! But we see very few Englishmen here. May I ask how you came here, or was it just that curiosity of Englishmen that always drives them round the world? But you speak Alsandrian and between us I have even heard that you have a touch of the Alsandrian in you?"
"It is the attraction of my blood that brought me here, undoubtedly. I have a great interest in my ancestry."
"But you are obviously all English. You cannot have much Alsandrian blood. Tell me of what family you are. Between us--I know all the families in Alsander."
Norman endured the most searching scrutiny with regard to his ancestry.
He made hardly a mistake. There was little that Vorza did not know about the old families of Alsander.
"Really," he said, genially, "your visit is as interesting as it is delightful. The visit of an English n.o.bleman to Alsander is not an everyday occurrence. Your visit to the common people and interest in their daily life--that was most characteristically English of you. Yes, your visit, sir, is a great surprise and it coincides with another surprise for us Alsandrians. You know events are rare here, but this will be a great one."
"You mean the cure of the King?"
"Yes. I don"t believe it. Sforelli, you know one of those Jews, between us--just a little bit too clever! Wonderful how he picked you up: I should drop him if I were you, by the way. And I had always heard that his poor Majesty was quite, quite mad. I never went to see. I dislike madmen as much as Jews. Arnolfo should not have introduced you to Sforelli, but the boy is so kind to every one! And I"m sure the King cannot be quite recovered--there will be something a little wrong. And a relapse--what a tragedy! Of course, I shall be delighted. I am an old man, and (between us) tired of ruling a thankless country. It would have been too long to wait for the Princess to grow up: now she"ll be out of it, poor girl!"
"Which Princess?" interjaculated Norman, innocently.
"Don"t you know? His Majesty"s cousin, the heir to the throne. She lives with her mother"s family far away in Ulmreich. They say she is mad also, and there is no holding her. Old blood, old blood! She was to have come here this year to be introduced to Alsander, but the idea fell through till the possibility of the King"s cure had been established one way or another. I have not seen her since she was a girl. She is under the guardianship of the father of that charming young man, your friend Arnolfo. I am sorry I shall not be able to see her again."
"Bring her here and marry her to her cousin," said Norman.
He was quite detached at the time from all thought of his plot.
"A very good idea. But I don"t know," replied the old man. "Between us, two mad people! Would it be good for the future of Alsander?"
"You are fond of the country?" inquired Norman.
"Pa.s.sionately. I love its beauty. Between us, I want it just to remain as it is--a lovely and peaceable place, untouched by the world."
"You don"t believe in progress?"
"Not for Alsander. They want me to repair the roads. Never, said I.
Saving your friend"s presence, I hate automobiles. They would soon be roaring all over the country and spoiling it absolutely. Our roads were made for carts and mules: and the people are quite happy with them. Your friend has one: just as a curiosity, it doesn"t matter. Your friend,"
he added in a low voice, "was an infant when I last saw him before his return to Alsander. I knew his father years ago. A delightful man, but of advanced views. Now, Monsieur Arnolfo has no views at all, but almost anything can be forgiven him for keeping up the old traditions of the national costume, and he"s a great acquisition to our little society.
Between us, have you known him long?"
"I? No. I should very much like to know more of him. I brought a letter of introduction to him from a relative in England, who had met him and his father in Ulmreich. As you said, he is charming: there is no other word."
"Is he not? Charming: of course restless, but not like his father, who couldn"t live in Alsander because it was what he called reactionary. Oh, if his father, old Arnolfo, got a chance, he"d run a funicular up the mountains and build a casino on the beach."
"Well, there"s something to be said for being awake and something to be said for modernity," observed Norman.
"True, sir, but (between us)," said Vorza, with a more confidential tone than ever, "I have been, I admit, only a very short time in England, three days, in fact; and I am a bit of a judge, perhaps, in matters of taste--and I didn"t see anything in London, among your latest buildings, at all events, that quite comes up to our Cathedral or our Castle."
"But your Cathedral and Castle weren"t built by a people fast asleep, but by a people who had just awakened. If Kradenda had lived to-day he would have established an aeroplane service across the mountains.
"Well, well, and would we be happier for that? Ah, you"re young and you"re English, and I wouldn"t think much of you if you weren"t for all things new. At your age I was the devil! I may be more foolish now, but we old men want to think we have grown wise."
"You want to sift the question, Excellency; but that"s a long, long matter. Perhaps happiness is not the best thing in the world. But here is Arnolfo."
And they took their leave.