Antonie listened attentively, but it required more than such an announcement to stir her from her wonted repose, and the declaration that it was nothing of moment, satisfied her. "But will Willibald have to go, too?" she asked, without any special eagerness. "Can not he remain?"
"Well, Will, can"t you answer your sweetheart?" said his mother, fastening her sharp gray eyes on her son. "You know best all the circ.u.mstances. Do you think you can afford to remain here?"
There followed a short pause. Willibald"s glance met his mother"s; then he turned toward Toni and said, in a half-depressed tone:
"No, Toni, I must go home--there is nothing else for it."
Toni took this news, which another girl would have seriously deplored, very calmly, and began to plan where they had better dine on the morrow, for they had a long distance to go by carriage before they would meet the express train. This troubled her much more than the parting, and she finally decided that she would prepare a luncheon for them, so that they need have no care concerning their midday meal.
Frau von Eschenhagen triumphed in her heart as she went to announce their departure to her brother-in-law. She had already decided upon the reason which she would give him for their abrupt departure. Of course a great many things could happen on a large estate like Burgsdorf, which would demand the master"s presence at a moment"s notice. So the head forester knew no more than his daughter, although he, in his blindness, had been the cause of it all.
As for the rest, Frau Regine did not doubt her powers as soon as she should get her son away from the influence of this witch. He had shown himself amenable to reason at the last moment. She would say nothing more to him now, save to point out what his betrothal to Toni demanded from him as a man of honor, and what a fatal error it had been to allow another to influence him even for an hour.
"Wait, my son," she said grimly, to herself, after conning over the whole thing for the twentieth time, "wait. I will teach you to harbor such sentiments, and revolt against your mother. Only wait until I get you to Burgsdorf, then G.o.d have mercy on you, if you evince any signs of obstinacy!"
CHAPTER VIII.
There was life and animation and excitement upon that momentous day when the duke and d.u.c.h.ess, with their numerous retinue, were expected at Furstenstein; even the old forest, which had been witness to so many magnificent hunts in its time, put on its warmest colors, and showed in the clear sunlight its deepest reds and most vivid greens.
The reigning duke was, above all things, an ardent and keen sportsman, and he rarely missed a few days of sport at this season. Now when he was coming for several weeks, and was bringing with him such a large suite, it was found that Furstenstein, notwithstanding its size, could not accommodate them all. Suitable quarters had to be found in Waldhofen, and that little town was in a state of pleasurable excitement in consequence.
Prince Adelsberg, besides being the owner of the adjoining estate and castle, was also connected in some way with nearly all the families forming the ducal suite, and could not of course neglect them. Some of the men had been invited to take up their quarters at his little hunting lodge, so that the life and bustle which centered at Furstenstein, extended to the woodland loneliness of Rodeck.
To-night the castle was brilliantly illuminated, and the colored lights which gleamed from its many windows, threw a rosy glow over wall and tower. It was the first large gathering since the arrival of the Court, and every one in the whole neighborhood who laid any claims whatever to social rank, had been invited. The interior of the castle had been gorgeously decorated, and the s.p.a.cious rooms with their lights and music, and throngs of elegantly attired woman, together with the glittering appearance of the men in their court costumes, formed a scene not soon forgotten.
Prominent among the many grand ladies of the little court was the wife of the Prussian amba.s.sador. It was her first appearance among them, her father"s death, following immediately upon her marriage, having secluded her, and now, in the little circle where her husband"s position gave her much prominence, she was the cynosure of all eyes. The duke, too, and his d.u.c.h.ess, to whom she had been presented a few weeks previous, treated the amba.s.sador"s wife with special deference.
The court ladies, however, looked upon the appearance of this new star with anything but satisfaction. They all discovered soon enough, that Frau von Wallmoden, with her cold and haughty manner, was a very proud woman, and certainly she had no reason to be so; they knew only too well who she was: only a burger"s daughter, who had no right to be in their charmed circle at all; her father"s great wealth, and a certain prominence to which he had attained by success in his manufacturing interests, were all she could lay claim to at best. But she certainly carried herself with remarkable security; they all admitted that it was evident her husband had schooled her carefully for her first appearance, for she made no mistakes.
The men were of another opinion. They found that the amba.s.sador had proven himself a profound diplomatist in this, as in other things. He, standing on the threshold of old age, had married a beautiful young girl with a fortune, which fortune, if report did not err, had been greatly augmented since their marriage, and was still on the increase. Such a condition of affairs was to be envied. Wallmoden was not the least surprised at the impression which his wife"s beauty and manners made upon them all, and he took it, as the true diplomatist takes all things, as a matter of course. He had expected nothing else, and would on the contrary have been surprised if she had not created a sensation.
He stood for one moment now, in a window recess with his brother-in-law, the head forester, and asked casually, while he glanced indifferently over the heads of the guests:
"Who is it Prince Adelsberg has with him? Do you know?"
"You mean the young Roumanian? No. I see him to-day for the first time; but I have heard about him before. He is Prince Egon"s bosom friend, and accompanied him on his oriental tour. He"s as handsome as a picture, and how the fire does flash in his eyes."
"He looks to me like an adventurer," said Wallmoden, coldly. "How did he come to be invited here? Has he been presented to the duke?"
"Yes, at Rodeck, so I heard. The duke went over there the first thing.
Once in a while Prince Adelsberg succ.u.mbs to the, rules of etiquette.
But as to this invitation, it signifies nothing; every one is invited here to-day."
The amba.s.sador shrugged his shoulders.
"It is hardly wise to invite persons about whom you know absolutely nothing into your midst."
"You diplomatists want all the credentials sealed and delivered,"
laughed his brother-in-law. "There"s something aristocratic looking about this Rojanow, too, which one does not expect to see in a foreigner. But I"m glad enough to invite any one out of the common for his grace. He must be wearied with this endless court etiquette and court gossip, year in and year out. The duke, by the way, seems to have taken a great fancy to this young Roumanian already."
"Yes, so it seems," said Wallmoden, a cloud gathering on his brow.
"As for the man"s history, if he has any, what does it matter to us?
Well, I must look after Toni, and see how she"s getting along without that lover of hers. That was a queer freak of Regine"s. As soon as anything concerning her beloved Burgsdorf comes on the tapis, nothing will keep her. And she raises such a racket with her son, too. She might as well have left Will here. No one knows why she dragged him away; just before the duke came, too.--I"m sure I"ll never understand your sister."
"It"s a good thing she did," muttered Wallmoden, as he separated from von Schonau. "If Willibald had seen his boyhood"s friend here, there would have been another scene, doubtless. Who would have thought that Hartmut would carry his defiance so far as to go to a house where he must have known he would meet the amba.s.sador."
Prince Adelsberg, who, through his name and wealth, and his near kinship to the reigning house, took a first position in the brilliant little circle, had made a point of introducing his dearest friend to the duke, at Rodeck, and the stranger had impressed the duke so favorably that he had made special comment of him to the d.u.c.h.ess.
This Rojanow, with his charming personality and the air of mystery which surrounded him, had only to exert himself to receive due attention on all sides.
And to-day he exercised all those fascinating qualities which he possessed in fullest measure. His conversation sparkled with wit and animation, and his ardent temperament imparted to everything he said the stamp of originality, while united with this he showed himself a master of social courtesies.
It was no difficult matter for the amba.s.sador to avoid the Roumanian; in a large house filled with guests, such avoidance is an easy matter, and neither of these two were anxious for a meeting. Wallmoden turned now into an adjoining room, where the duke"s sister, the Princess Sophie, was holding a little court. The princess had married the younger son of a princely house, but had been a widow now for years, and had lived since her widowhood at her brother"s court, where she was by no means a favorite. The d.u.c.h.ess was beloved for her gentleness and kind heartedness, by all who came in her way, but her elderly sister-in-law was disliked heartily for her arrogance and acerbity. They all feared her sharp tongue, which never failed to bring to light disagreeable features or fancies, as the case might be, concerning those with whom she had to do.
Herr von Wallmoden did not escape this fate; he was received most graciously and congratulated at once upon the great beauty of his wife, about which there could be no dispute.
"Your excellency has indeed my warmest congratulations. I was quite surprised when your young wife was presented to me. I had, as a matter of course, expected to meet a much older woman."
The "matter of course" had a malicious sound, for the princess had known for the past six months that the elderly amba.s.sador was married to a girl of nineteen; he smiled in a perfectly placid manner, as he answered:
"Your highness is very good. I cannot be too thankful if my wife has made a favorable impression upon yourself and your family."
"O, you need not doubt that the duke and d.u.c.h.ess are quite of my opinion. Frau von Wallmoden is really a beauty--Prince Adelsberg seems to think so also. Perhaps you have not noticed how greatly he admires her?"
"Yes, your highness, I have noticed it."
"Really? And what do you say to it?"
"I?" asked Wallmoden, composedly. "Whether or no she cares to accept the prince"s homage is wholly and solely my wife"s affair. If she finds any pleasure in it--I certainly will lay no commands upon her."
"Your enviable confidence in your wife should be an example to younger husbands," replied the princess, angry that her arrow had missed its aim. "It is very pleasant, at least for a young wife, to feel that her husband is not jealous. Ah, here comes Frau von Wallmoden herself, with her knight by her side. My dear baroness, we were just speaking of you."
Adelheid von Wallmoden, who with Prince Adelsberg, had just entered the room, made a courtesy to the princess. She was indeed dazzling in her beauty to-day, for her rich Court toilette so well chosen, suited her most admirably. The costly white brocade, with its long, heavy folds, set off her slender figure to advantage, the pearls which encircled her neck, and the diamonds which glistened in her light blonde hair, were jewels well worth the notice of connoisseurs; but that which was most worthy of attention was the singular coldness and earnestness of this young wife"s face and bearing. She bore no resemblance whatever to others of her own age in this brilliant a.s.semblage, who were for the most part married also, and who were decked out in all the witcheries of lace and flowers. They possessed nothing of her stateliness, but she in turn had none of their sweetness or a.s.sumed gentleness; none of that premeditated amiability which society women a.s.sume under the public gaze. The severe rigidity of that lovely face was a heritage from her father, whose stern, austere nature had left its impress upon her soul as well.
Egon kissed the hand of his ill.u.s.trious aunt, and murmured a few polite words of greeting, but the amiable attention of her highness was directed toward the beautiful woman who had just joined them.
"I was just saying to his excellency, that you found yourself at home very readily in our little Court circle, my dear baroness. You are entering our little society for the first time to-day, and have lived, no doubt, in a very different atmosphere until now. Your name was--?"
"Stahlberg, your highness," was the quiet reply.
"Oh, yes, I remember it now. I have heard the name often enough. It was well known, I believe--in mercantile circles."
"My dearest aunt, you must permit me to set you right in this matter,"