"It was I who was forced," answered Hartmut, sharply and promptly. "I do not suppose you consider me an intruder? You know full well that I have a right to be here."
"Hartmut von Falkenried certainly had a right--but all that is changed."
"Herr von Wallmoden!"
"Pardon me, but not so loud," interrupted the amba.s.sador. "We can be heard here easily, and you would certainly not like strange ears to hear the name which I have just spoken."
"I am bearing my mother"s name at present, to which I have certainly a right. When I laid aside the other, it was out of respect--"
"To your father," interrupted Wallmoden, impressively.
That was an admonition which Hartmut found hard to bear. "Yes," he answered curtly, "and I confess it would be painful to me if I should be forced to mention--"
"And with reason; your _role_ here would, in that event, be played to the end."
Rojanow stepped close to the amba.s.sador with an angry movement, as he retorted:
"You are the friend of my father"s youth, Herr von Wallmoden, and I, in my boyhood days, called you uncle. But you forget that I am no longer the boy whom you could order about and censure at pleasure. The man looks on all that as an insult."
"I purpose neither to insult you, nor to make mention of former a.s.sociations which have no longer any existence for either of us," said the amba.s.sador. "I sought this interview in order that I might explain to you that it is not possible for me, in my official position, to see you in constant intercourse with the Court and keep silence. It will be my duty to explain all to the duke."
"Explain all? All what?"
"Many things about which none of the people here, not even your friend Prince Adelsberg, know. Listen to me, Herr Rojanow. I will not do this except it is forced upon me, for I have an old and dear friend to spare.
I know how a certain occurrence struck him down ten years ago, an occurrence which is buried and forgotten these many years in our country now; but if all this was brought up and gossiped over again--Colonel Falkenried would die."
Hartmut paled perceptibly, and the scornful expression faded from his lips.
"He would die!" the words rang in his ears. He knew only too well how true they were, and for the moment all defiance died within him.
"It is to my father that I am answerable, at any rate," he responded, controlling his voice with an effort. "To him alone and to no other."
"He will scarcely call you to account--his son is dead to him. But we can let that rest. I speak especially of those later years which your mother and you spent in Rome and Paris, where you lived at a glittering pace, in spite of the fact that the Roumanian estate had been sold under the hammer."
"You seem to know all the particulars," retorted Rojanow, highly indignant now. "We were not aware that we were under such vigilant inspection. As to our manner of life, we lived as best pleased ourselves, upon the remnant of the fortune which was saved from the wreck."
"There was nothing saved, the whole fortune was squandered, even to the last h.e.l.ler."
"That is not true," interrupted Hartmut stormily.
"It is true. Don"t you think I know more about it than you?" The amba.s.sador"s voice was sharp and sneering now. "It is very possible that Frau Rojanow did not consider it necessary to explain to her son the means by which she obtained her gold; better to leave him in ignorance.
I know from whence the money came--if she did not tell you, so much the better for you."
"Have a care, sir, about insulting my mother," the young man was beside himself now, "or I may forget your gray hairs, and demand satisfaction."
"For what? For an a.s.sertion which I can back with indisputable proof at any moment? Let us put aside all such mad folly and say no more on that subject. She was your mother and she is dead, so her past shall be a dead letter to us. I have only this one question to put to you, whether you will, after this conversation, remain here and become one of the circle which Prince Adelsberg has opened for you?"
Hartmut had become deadly pale at the allusion made to his mother, and the source from which she had obtained money, and the first stare with which he gazed at the speaker showed only too clearly that he had no knowledge of anything disreputable, but at the last question he began to recover himself. He cast an almost insane glance at his enemy, and a wild determination sounded in his voice as he answered:
"Yes, Herr Wallmoden, I shall remain."
The amba.s.sador had not expected this answer; he had thought after his conversation the matter would be ended.
He evinced no surprise, however, and said:
"Really? So you decide to remain? You are accustomed to play high, and expect to do it here? We will have to interfere with that, I fear.
Better think it well over before you decide finally."
With that he turned quickly on his heel and left the room, just in time to meet the head forester at its entrance.
"Where have you been hiding yourself, Herbert?" Schonau asked impatiently. "I have been searching the whole place for you."
"I went to the tower-chamber in search of my wife."
"She"s in the dining-room with all the rest of the world, but you have been missed already. Come, it is time that we got something to eat."
With which the head forester took hold of his brother-in-law"s arm and led him away, after his usual jolly manner.
Hartmut stood where von Wallmoden had left him. His breath came fast and thick, and he was almost stifled with the feelings of shame, and hate, and revolt, which surged within him. The amba.s.sador"s significant speeches had crushed him utterly, although he had hardly grasped their full meaning. They tore aside the veil with which he, half unconsciously, half purposely, had enveloped himself. He had believed implicitly what his mother told him concerning the portion of their fortune which was saved to them, and which enabled them to live and travel. But there were times when he had chosen to close his eyes rather than enter into investigations.
When his mother"s hand had torn him so suddenly from his father"s side, when after the hard discipline of obedience and duty, he had been plunged into a life of boundless freedom, he had allowed himself an unchecked rein, having no one to whom to account for his actions. He was too young for reflection or judgment, and later--but it was too late for him then, and habit had woven a net about him which could not be destroyed. Now for the first time it was shown him clearly and definitely what that life was which he had led so long; the life of an adventurer, and as an adventurer he was to be expelled from society.
But above all the shame was the sense of ignominy and defeat, the feeling of intense hatred toward the man who had told him the truth.
That unholy heritage from his mother, the hot, wild, pa.s.sionate blood, which had proven so fatal to the boy, welled up like a stream of fire in the man"s breast and extinguished all feeling but that of revenge.
Hartmut"s handsome features were still disfigured with pa.s.sion and anger, when, with compressed lips, he finally left the tower room.
He knew and felt but one thing, that he must have revenge, revenge at any price.
It was late when the guests arose from the table. The duke and d.u.c.h.ess retired soon after, and carriage after carriage ascended the castle hill, and descended soon after with its full complement of departing guests; lights were extinguished, and bolts and bars were drawn, and Furstenstein was soon enveloped in silence and darkness.
From the rooms occupied by Baron von Wallmoden and his wife lights were still shining. Adelheid stood at the window peering into the darkness.
She yet wore her rich court gown, and as she leaned her head against the pane, lost in thought, her att.i.tude was one of weariness and languor.
Wallmoden sat at his writing table, reading hastily the dispatches and letters which had arrived during the day. One or two seemed to contain matter of importance, for he did not place them with the pile which were to be answered or destroyed early in the morning, but took up his pen and made a check across them in red ink; then he arose and crossed the room to his wife.
"This comes unexpectedly," he said. "I"ll have to go to Berlin at once."
Adelheid turned round surprised.
"This is very sudden."
"Yes, I had hoped to settle the matter by letter, but the minister desires a personal conference. I must take my leave of the duke early in the morning, and set off at once. I"ll be away about eight days, I presume."
In the shadow of the curtain Adelheid"s face could not be seen clearly, but one could fancy a sigh of relief escaped her, as if her heart was to be lightened of a burden.
"At what hour do we start?" she asked quickly. "I must give my maid her orders at once."
"We? It"s a purely business affair, and I am going alone."