"Sign here," he said, indicating a blank s.p.a.ce.
And presently Mr. Robert, having deposited his foreign money in the safe, pocketed the receipt for its deposit along with five crisp American notes. There is nothing lacking in these modern hostelries, excepting it be a church.
Our homeless young gentleman lighted a cigar and went out under the portico. An early darkness had settled over the city, and a heavy steady rain was falling. The asphalt pavements glistened and twinkled as far as the eye"s range could reach. A thousand lights gleamed down on him, and he seemed to be standing in a canon dappled with fireflies.
Place of residence! Neither the fig-tree nor the vine! Did he lose his money to-morrow, the source of his small income, he would be without a roof over his head. True, his brother"s roof would always welcome him: but a roof-tree of his own! And he could lay claim to no city, either, having had the good fortune to be born in a healthy country town. Place of residence! Truly he had none; a melancholy fact which he had not appreciated till now. And all this had slipped his mind because of a pair of eyes as heavenly blue as a rajah"s sapphire!
Hang it, what should he do, now that he was no longer traveling, now that his time was no longer Uncle Sam"s? He had never till now known idleness, and the thought of it did not run smoothly with the grain. He was essentially a man of action. There might be some good sport for a soldier in Venezuela, but that was far away and uncertain. It was quite possible Jack, his brother, might find him a post as military attache, perhaps in France, perhaps in Belgium, perhaps in Vienna. That was the goal of more than one subaltern. The English novelist is to be blamed for this ambition. But Warburton could speak French with a certain fluency, and his German was good enough to swear by; so it will be seen that he had some ground upon which to build this ambition.
Heigho! The old homestead was gone; his sister dwelt under the elder brother"s roof; the prodigal was alone.
"But there"s always a fatted calf waiting in Washington," he laughed aloud. "Once a soldier, always a soldier. I suppose I"ll be begging the colonel to have a chat with the president. There doesn"t seem to be any way of getting out of it. I"ll have to don the old togs again. I ought to write a letter to Nancy, but it will be finer to drop in on "em unexpectedly. Bless her heart! (So say I!) And Jack"s, too, and his little wife"s! And I haven"t written a line in eight weeks. But I"ll make it all up in ten minutes. And if I haven"t a roof-tree, at least I"ve got the ready cash and can buy one any day." All of which proves that Mr. Robert possessed a buoyant spirit, and refused to be downcast for more than one minute at a time.
He threw away his cigar and reentered the hotel, and threaded his way through the appalling labyrinths of corridors till he found some one to guide him to the barber shop, where he could have his hair cut and his beard trimmed in the good old American way, money no object. For a plan had at last come to him; and it wasn"t at all bad. He determined to dine at the Holland House at eight-thirty. It was quite possible that he would see Her.
My only wish is that, when I put on evening clothes (in my humble opinion, the homeliest and most uncomfortable garb that man ever invented!) I might look one-quarter as handsome and elegant as Mr.
Robert looked, as he came down stairs at eight-ten that night. He wasn"t to be blamed if the women glanced in his direction, and then whispered and whispered, and nodded and nodded. Ordinarily he would have observed these signs of feminine approval, for there was warm blood in his veins, and it is proverbial that the Army man is gallant.
But to-night Diana and her white huntresses might have pa.s.sed him by and not aroused even a flicker of interest or surprise on his face.
There was only one pair of eyes, one face, and to see these he would have gladly gone to the ends of the earth, travel-weary though he was.
He smoked feverishly, and was somewhat troubled to find that he hadn"t quite got his land legs, as they say. The floor swayed at intervals, and the throbbing of the engines came back. He left the hotel, hailed a cab, and was driven down Fifth Avenue. He stopped before the fortress of privileges. From the cab it looked very formidable. Worldly as he was, he was somewhat innocent. He did not know that New York hotels are formidable only when your money gives out. To get past all these bra.s.s-b.u.t.toned lackeys and to go on as though he really had business within took no small quant.i.ty of nerve. However, he slipped by the outpost without any challenge and boldly approached the desk. A quick glance at the register told him that they had indeed put up at this hotel. He could not explain why he felt so happy over his discovery.
There are certain exultations which are inexplicable. As he turned away from the desk, he b.u.mped into a gentleman almost as elegantly attired as himself.
"I beg your pardon!" he cried, stepping aside.
"What? Mr. _Warrr_burton?"
Mr. Robert, greatly surprised and confused, found himself shaking hands with his ship acquaintance, the Russian.
"I am very glad to see you again, Count," said Warburton, recovering.
"A great pleasure! It is wonderful how small a city is. I had never expect" to see you again. Are you stopping here?" I had intended to try to reproduce the Russian"s dialect, but one dialect in a book is enough; and we haven"t reached the period of its activity.
"No, I am at the Waldorf."
"Eh? I have heard all about you millionaires."
"Oh, we are not all of us millionaires who stop there," laughed Warburton. "There are some of us who try to make others believe that we are." Then, dropping into pa.s.sable French, he added: "I came here to-night with the purpose of dining. Will you do me the honor of sharing my table?"
"You speak French?"--delighted. "It is wonderful. This English has so many words that mean so many things, that of all languages I speak it with the least fluency. But it is my deep regret, Monsieur, to refuse your kind invitation. I am dining with friends."
"Well, then, breakfast to-morrow at eleven," Warburton urged, for he had taken a fancy to this affable Russian.
"Alas! See how I am placed. I am forced to leave for Washington early in the morning. We poor diplomats, we earn our honors. But my business is purely personal in this case, neither political nor diplomatic." The count drew his gloves thoughtfully through his fingers. "I shall of course pay my respects to my amba.s.sador. Do I recollect your saying that you belonged to the United States Army?"
"I recently resigned. My post was in a wild country, with little or nothing to do; monotony and routine."
"You limp slightly?"
"A trifling mishap,"--modestly.
"Eh, you do wrong. You may soon be at war with England, and having resigned your commission, you would lose all you had waited these years for."
Warburton smiled. "We shall not go to war with England."
"This Army of yours is small."
"Well, yes; but made of pretty good material--fighting machines with brains."
"Ha!" The count laughed softly. "Bah! how I detest all these cars and ships! Will you believe me, I had rather my little chateau, my vineyard, and my wheat fields, than all the orders.... Eh, well, _my country_: there must be some magic in that phrase. Of all loves, that of country is the most lasting. Is that Balzac? I do not recall. Only once in a century do we find a man who is willing to betray his country, and even then he may have for his purpose neither hate, revenge, nor love of power." A peculiar gravity sat on his mobile face, caused, perhaps, by some disagreeable inward thought.
"How long shall you be in Washington?" asked Warburton.
The count shrugged. "Who can say?"
"I go to Washington myself within a few days."
"Till we meet again, then, Monsieur."
The count lifted his hat, a courtesy which was gracefully acknowledged by the American; while the clerks at the desk eyed with tolerant amus.e.m.e.nt these polite but rather unfamiliar ceremonies of departure.
These foreigners were odd duffers.
"A very decent chap," mused Warburton, "and a mighty shrewd hand at poker--for a foreigner. He is going to Washington: we shall meet again.
I wonder if she"s in the restaurant now."
Meet again? Decidedly; and had clairvoyance shown my hero that night how he and the count were to meet again, certainly he would have laughed.
If I dared, I should like to say a good deal more about this Russian.
But I have no desire to lose my head, politically or physically. Even the newsboys are familiar with this great young man"s name; and if I should disclose it, you would learn a great many things which I have no desire that you should. One day he is in Paris, another in Berlin, then off to Vienna, to Belgrade, or St. Petersburg, or Washington, or London, or Rome. A few months ago, previous to this writing, he was in Manchuria; and to this very day England and j.a.pan are wondering how it happened; not his being there, mind you, but the result. Rich, that is to say independent; unmarried, that is to say unattached; free to come and go, he stood high up in that great army of the czar"s, which I call the uncredited diplomatic corps, because the phrase "secret service"
always puts into my mind a picture of the wild-eyed, bearded anarchist, whom I most heartily detest.
What this remarkable diplomatic free-lance did in Washington was honestly done in the interests of his country. A Russ understands honor in the rough, but he lacks all those delicate shadings which make the word honor the highest of all words in the vocabularies of the Gaul and the Saxon. And while I do not uphold him in what he did, I can not place much blame at the count"s door. Doubtless, in his place, and given his cast of mind, I might have done exactly as he did. Russia never asks how a thing is done, but why it is _not_ done. Ah, these Aspasias, these Circes, these Calypsos, these Cleopatras, with their blue, their gray, their amber eyes! I have my doubts concerning Jonah, but, being a man, I am fully convinced as to the history of Eve. And yet, the woman in this case was absolutely innocent of any guile, unless, a pair of eyes as heavenly blue as a rajah"s sapphire may be called guile.
Pardon me this long parenthesis. By this time, no doubt, Mr. Robert has entered the restaurant We shall follow him rather than this aimless train of thought.
Mr. Robert"s appet.i.te, for a healthy young man, was strangely incurious. He searched the menu from top to bottom, and then from bottom to top; nothing excited his palate. Whenever persons entered, he would glance up eagerly, only to feel his heart sink lower and lower. I don"t know how many times he was disappointed. The waiter ahemmed politely. Warburton, in order to have an excuse to remain, at length hit upon a partridge and a pint of Chablis.
Nine o"clock. Was it possible that the colonel and his daughter were dining in their rooms? Perish the possibility! And he looked in vain for the count. A quarter-past nine. Mr. Robert"s anxiety was becoming almost unendurable. Nine-thirty. He was about to surrender in despair.
His partridge lay smoking on his plate, and he was on the point of demolishing it, when, behold! they came. The colonel entered first, then his daughter, her hand--on--the--arm--of--the--count! Warburton never fully described to me his feelings at that moment; but, knowing him as I do, I can put together a very, respectable picture of the chagrin and consternation that sat on his countenance.
"To think of being nearly six days aboard," Mr. Robert once bawled at me, wrathfully, "and not to know that that Russian chap knew her!" It _was_ almost incredible that such a thing should happen.
The three sat down at a table seven times removed from Warburton"s. He could see only an adorable profile and the colonel"s handsome but care-worn face. The count sat with his back turned. In that black evening gown she was simply beyond the power of adjectives. What shoulders, what an incomparable throat! Mr. Robert"s bird grew cold; the bouquet from his gla.s.s fainted and died away. How her face lighted when she laughed, and she laughed frequently! What a delicious curve ran from her lips to her young bosom! But never once did she look in his direction. Who invented mirrors, the Egyptians? I can not say.
There were mirrors in the room, but Mr. Robert did not realize it. He has since confessed to me that he hadn"t the slightest idea how much his bird and bottle cost. Of such is love"s young dream! (Do I worry you with all these repet.i.tious details? I am sorry.)
At ten o"clock Miss Annesley rose, and the count escorted her to the elevator, returning almost immediately. He and the colonel drew their heads together. From time to time the count shrugged, or the colonel shook his head. Again and again the Russian dipped the end of his cigar into his coffee-cup, which he frequently replenished.
But for Mr. Robert the gold had turned to gilt, the gorgeous to the gaudy. She was gone. The imagination moves as swiftly as light, leaping from one castle in air to another, and still another. Mr. Robert was the architect of some fine ones, I may safely a.s.sure you. And he didn"t mind in the least that they tumbled down as rapidly as they builded: only, the incentive was gone. What the colonel had to say to the count, or the count to the colonel, was of no interest to him; so he made an orderly retreat.
I am not so old as not to appreciate his sleeplessness that night. Some beds are hard, even when made of the softest down.