"It"s enough, isn"t it?" he answered doggedly.
"Quite! Now listen," I said. "To-night we are going to hear Isobel"s history. We are going to know who she is, and all about her. Stay with us, and you shall share the knowledge. As for the rest, you have been talking like a fool. We do not wish to take you seriously. We took up the charge of Isobel jointly. If the time has come now for us to give her up, I should like us all to be in agreement. It is very likely that the time has come. I, too, think that in many ways it would be for her benefit. We are prepared to give her up when we know the proper people to undertake the care of her--but never, Arthur, to Lady Delahaye."
Arthur smiled slowly, but it was not a pleasant smile.
"Ah!" he said, "I forgot. Lady Delahaye is an old friend of yours, isn"t she?"
"Your insinuations are childish, Arthur," I answered. "Lady Delahaye is an old friend of the Archd.u.c.h.ess"s, and their interest in Isobel is identical. For many reasons I am going to know Isobel"s history before I give her up to either of them."
"And who is going to tell it to you?" he asked.
"Feurgeres," I answered. "He sent for us at the theatre to-night. He is coming on here."
There was a sharp tapping at the door. I moved across the room to open it. Arthur threw his hat upon the table.
"I will wait!" he declared.
CHAPTER XIII
We all knew Isobel"s history. It had taken barely twenty minutes to tell it, but they had been twenty minutes of tragedy. We were all, I think, in different ways affected. Monsieur Feurgeres alone sat back in his seat like a carved image, his face white and haggard, his deep-set eyes fixed upon vacancy. We felt that he had pa.s.sed wholly away from the world of present things. He himself was lingering amongst the shadows of that wonderful past, upon which he had only a moment before dropped the curtain. He had told us to ask him questions, but I for my part felt that questions just then were a sacrilege. Arthur, however, seemed to feel nothing of this. It was he who took the lead.
"Isobel, then," he said, "is the granddaughter of the King of Waldenburg, the only child of his eldest daughter! Her mother was divorced from her husband, Prince of Herrshoff, and afterwards married to you. What about her father?"
"He died two years after the divorce was granted," Feurgeres said without turning his head. "Isobel was hurried away from the Court through the influence of her aunt, the Archd.u.c.h.ess of Bristlaw, and sent to a convent in France. It was not intended that she should ever reappear at the Court of Waldenburg."
"Why not?"
"The King is very old, and he is the richest man in Europe. Isobel is the daughter of his eldest and favourite child. The Archd.u.c.h.ess also has a daughter, and, failing Isobel, she will inherit."
"Has the King," I asked, "taken any steps to discover Isobel?"
"He has been told that she is dead," Feurgeres answered.
We were all silent then for several minutes. The things which we had heard were strange enough, but they let in a flood of light upon all the events of the last few months. It was Feurgeres himself who broke in upon our thoughts.
"Gentlemen," he said, "there is another thing which I must tell you."
His voice was very low but firm. He had turned in his chair, and was facing us all. His eyes were no longer vacant. He spoke as one speaks of sacred things.
"All Europe," he said, "was pleased to discuss what was called the elopement of the Princess Isobel with Feurgeres the player. The gutter-press of the world filled their columns with sensational and scandalous lies. We at no time made any reply. There was no need. If now I break the silence of years it is that Isobel shall know the truth. It is you, Mr. Greatson, who will tell her this, and many other things.
Listen carefully to what I say. The husband of the Princess Isobel was a blackguard, a man unfit for the society of any self-respecting woman.
She was living in misery when I was bidden to the Court of Waldenburg. I was made the more welcome there, perhaps, because I myself am a descendant of an ancient and honourable French family. I met the Princess Isobel often, and we grew to love each other. Of the struggle which ensued between her sense of duty and my persuasions I say nothing.
She was a highly sensitive and very intellectual woman, and she had a profound conviction of the unalienable right of a woman to live out her life to its fullest capacity, to gather into it to the full all that is best and greatest. Her position at Waldenburg was impossible. I proved it to her. I prevailed. But----"
He paused, and held up his hand.
"The whole story of our elopement was a lie. There was no elopement. The Princess Isobel left her husband accompanied only by a maid and a lady-in-waiting. They lived quietly in Paris until her husband procured his divorce. Then we were married, but until then we had not met since our parting at Waldenburg. Isobel"s mother was ever a pure and holy woman. Let Isobel know that. Let her know that the greatest and most wonderful sacrifice a woman ever made was surely hers--when she denied herself her own daughter lest the merest shadow of shame should rest upon her in later years. It is for that same reason that I myself have kept away from Isobel. I have watched over her always, but at a distance. That is why I am content to stand aside even now and yield up my place to strangers."
It was Arthur again who questioned him.
"Mr. Feurgeres," he said, "you have told us wonderful things about Isobel. You have told us wonderful things about the past, but you have not spoken at all about the future. Is it your wish that she returns to Waldenburg, or is she to remain Isobel de Sorrens?"
Feurgeres turned his head and looked searchingly at Arthur. The boy"s face was flushed with excitement. He made no effort to conceal his great interest. Feurgeres looked at him steadfastly, and it was long before he spoke.
"You are asking me," he said slowly, "the very question which I have been asking myself for a long time. Isobel"s proper place is at Waldenburg, and yet there are many and grave reasons why I dread her going there. The King is an old man, the Court is ruled by the Archd.u.c.h.ess, a hard, unscrupulous woman. Already she has schemed to get the child into her power. I dread the thought of her there, alone and friendless. Her mother spoke of this to me upon her deathbed. She shrank always from the idea that even the shadow of those hideous calumnies which oppressed her own life should darken a single moment of Isobel"s.
I believe that if she were here at this moment she would place the two issues before her and bid her take her choice. I think that it is what we must do."
Arthur stood up. He looked very eager and handsome, though a little boyish.
"Monsieur Feurgeres," he said, "I love Isobel. Give her to me, and I will look after her future. I am not rich, but I will make a home for her. She is too old to stay here with us any longer. I will make her happy! Indeed I will!"
Monsieur Feurgeres looked back at that vacant spot upon the wall, and was silent for some time. It was impossible to gather anything from his face, though Arthur watched him fixedly all the time.
"And Isobel?" he asked at length.
"I have not spoken to her," Arthur said. "There was a compact between us that we should not whilst she was under our care."
Monsieur Feurgeres turned to me.
"That sounds like a compact of your making, Arnold Greatson," he said.
"What am I to say to your friend?"
"It is surely," I said, "for Isobel to decide. It is only another issue to be placed before her with those others of which you have spoken. You say that you must leave for St. Petersburg to-morrow. Will you see her now?"
He shook his head. I might almost have imagined him indifferent but for the sudden twitching of his lips, the almost pitiful craving which flashed out for a moment from his deep-set eyes. These were signs which came and went so quickly that I doubt if either of the others observed them. But I at least understood.
"I will not see her at all," he said. "It is better that I should not.
If she should decide upon Waldenburg, the less she has seen of me the better. I leave it to you, Arnold Greatson, to put these matters faithfully before Isobel. I claim no guardianship over her. Her mother"s sole desire was that when she had reached her present age the whole truth should be placed before her, and she should decide exactly as she thought best. That is my charge upon you," he continued, looking me steadfastly in the face, "and I know that you will fulfil it. I shall send you my address in case it is necessary to communicate with me."
He rose to his feet, prepared for departure. Arthur intercepted him.
"If Isobel will have me, then," he said, "you will not object?"
"Isobel shall make her own choice of these various issues," he answered.
"I claim no guardianship over her at all. If any further decision has to be given, you must look to Mr. Greatson."
Arthur did look at me, but his eyes fell quickly. He turned once more to Monsieur Feurgeres.
"Whether you claim it or not," he said, "you are really her guardian, not Arnold. I shall tell her that you left her free to choose."
"I have said all that I have to say," Monsieur Feurgeres replied.
"Except this to you, Mr. Greatson," he added, turning to me. "You can have no longer any hesitation in using the money which stands in Isobel"s name at the National Bank. You will find that it has acc.u.mulated, and I have also added to it. Isobel will always be reasonably well off, for I have left all that I myself possess to her, with the exception of one legacy."
Without any further form of farewell he pa.s.sed away from us. It was so obviously his wish to be allowed to depart that we none of us cared to stop him. Then we all three looked at one another.