"I don"t care who it is."
"Why, dearest! But you must care. Get up, get up, get up!"
I rose slowly to my feet. I was indeed in a mood when I did not care.
The steps were close outside. Before they could come nearer, I kissed her again.
"Who can it be? I am denied to everybody," she said, bewildered.
There was a knock at the door.
"It is not Max," she said, with a swift glance at me. I stood where I was. "Come in," she cried.
The door opened, and to my amazement Wetter stood there. He was panting, as though he had run fast, and his air displayed agitation. The Countess ran to him instantly. His coming seemed to revive the fears which her love had laid to rest.
"What is it?" she cried. "What"s the matter?"
Wetter took absolutely no notice of her. Walking on as though she were not there, he came straight up to me. He spoke in tones of intense emotion, and with the bluntness that excitement brings.
"You must come with me at once," he said in an imperious way. "They"ve sent for you to my house; we can get in together by the back door."
"But what"s the matter, man?" I cried, divided between puzzle and anger.
"You"re wanted; you must go to Hammerfeldt"s."
"To Hammerfeldt"s?"
"Yes. He"s dying. Come along."
"Dying! My G.o.d!"
"The message is urgent. There"s no time to lose. If you want to see him alive, come. I said you were lying down in my study. If you don"t come quickly, it will be known where you are."
"I don"t care for that."
"He"s sent for you himself."
The Countess had moved to my side.
"You must go," she said now, laying her hand on my arm.
I turned to look at her. Her eyes were full of a vague alarm. I was like a man suddenly roused half-way through a vivid entrancing dream, unable still to believe that the real is true and the phantasm not the only substance.
"Come, come," repeated Wetter urgently and irritably. "You can"t let him die without going to him."
"Go, Augustin," she whispered.
"Yes, I"ll go. I"m going; I"m going at once," I stammered. "I"m ready, Wetter. Take me with you. Is he really dying?"
"So they say."
"Hammerfeldt dying! Yes, I"ll come with you."
I turned to the Countess; Wetter was already half-way to the door. He looked back over his shoulder, and his face was impatient. My eyes met hers, I read the fear that was in hers. I was strangely fearful myself, appalled at such a breaking of our dream.
"Good-bye," I said. "I"ll come again soon; to-morrow, some time to-morrow."
"Yes, yes," said she, but hardly as though she believed me.
"Good-bye." I took her hand and kissed it; Wetter looked on, saying nothing. The thought of concealment did not occur to me. I kissed her hand two or three times.
"Shall you find him alive?" she murmured, in speculation more than in question.
"I don"t know. Good-bye."
She herself led me to where Wetter was standing.
"It"s his breathing," said Wetter. "He can"t get his breath; can"t speak at all. Come along."
"I"m ready; I"ll follow you."
As I reached the door I turned. She was not looking at me; she had sat down in a chair by the fire and was gazing fixedly at the flames. I have had that picture of her often in my mind.
Wetter led me downstairs and out into the street at a rapid pace. I followed him, trying to gather myself together and think coherently. Too sudden a change paralyzes; the mind must have time for readjustment.
Hammerfeldt was and had always been so large a figure and a presence so important in my life; I could only whisper to myself, "He"s dying; it"s his breathing; he can"t get his breath."
We went in by the back door as we had arranged, and gained the study.
"Quick!" whispered Wetter. "Remember you were in here. Don"t make any excuses about delay. Or put it on me; say I hesitated to rouse you."
I listened little to all that he said, and paid small heed to the precautions that his wariness suggested.
"I hope he won"t be dead when you get there," he added as we started for the hall. "Here"s your hat."
I caught at the word "dead."
"If he"s dead----" I repeated aimlessly. "If he"s dead, Wetter----"
Then for an instant he turned to me, his face full of expression, his eyes keen and eager. He shrugged his shoulders.
"He"s an old man," said he. "We must all die. And if he"s dead----"
"Well, Wetter, well?"
"Well, then you"re king at last."
With this he opened the door of my carriage and stood holding it. I looked him full in the face before I stepped in. He did not flinch; he nodded his head and smiled.
"You"re king at last," he seemed to say again.