"It will concern you one day when you are blown up as I have been," I exclaimed savagely.
Shortly afterwards he left, and for hours I lay thinking, my eyes upon that square gilt holy picture before me, the _ikon_ placed before the eyes of every patient in the hospital. Nurses in grey and soldiers in white cotton tunics pa.s.sed and repa.s.sed through the small ward of which I was the only occupant.
The pains in my head were excruciating. I felt as though my skull had been filled with boiling water. Sometimes my thoughts were perfectly normal, yet at others my mind seemed full of strange, almost ridiculous phantasies. My whole career, from the days when I had been a clerk in that sombre old-fashioned room at Downing Street, through my service at Madrid, Brussels, Berlin and Rome to Petersburg--all went before me, like a cinema-picture. I looked upon myself as others saw me--as a man never sees himself in normal circ.u.mstances--a mere struggling ent.i.ty upon the tide of that sea of life called To-day.
We are so very apt to think ourselves indispensable to the world. Yet we have only to think again, and remember that the unknown to-morrow may bring, us death, and with it everlasting oblivion, as far as this world is concerned. Queen Victoria and Pope Leo XIII were the two greatest figures of our time; yet a month after their deaths people had to recall who they were, and what they had actually done to earn distinction.
These modern days of rush and hurry are forgetful, irresponsible days, when public opinion is manufactured by those who rule the halfpenny press, and when the worst and most baneful commodities may be foisted upon the public by means of efficient advertis.e.m.e.nt.
The cleverest swindler may by payment become a baronet of England, even a peer of the realm, providing he subscribes sufficient to Somebody"s Newspaper Publicity Agency; and any blackguard with money or influence may become a Justice of the Peace and sentence his fellows to fourteen days" imprisonment.
But the reader will forgive me. Perhaps remarks such as these ill become a diplomat--one who is supposed to hold no personal opinions.
Yet I a.s.sert that to-day there is no diplomat serving Great Britain in a foreign country who is not tired and disgusted with his country"s antiquated methods and her transparent weaknesses.
The papers speak vigorously of Britain"s power, but men in my service-- those who know real international truths--smile at the defiant and well-balanced sentences of the modern journalist, whose blissful ignorance of the truth is ofttimes so pathetic. Yes, it is only the diplomat serving at a foreign Court who can view Great Britain from afar, and accurately gauge her position among modern nations.
For ten days I remained in that whitewashed ward, many of my friends visiting me, and Stoyanovitch coming daily with a pleasant message from His Majesty. Then one bright morning the doctors declared me to be fit enough to drive back to the Emba.s.sy.
An hour later, with my head still bandaged, I was seated in my own room, in my own big leather armchair, with the July sun streaming in from across the Neva.
Saunderson was sitting with me, describing the great pomp of the funeral of the Grand Duke Nicholas, and the service at the Isaac Church, at which the Tzar, the Court, and all the _corps diplomatique_ had attended.
"By the way," he added, "a note came for you this morning," and he handed me a black-edged letter, bearing on the envelope the Imperial arms embossed in black.
I tore it open and found it to be a neatly-written little letter from the Grand d.u.c.h.ess Natalia, asking me to allow her to call and see me as soon as ever I returned to the Emba.s.sy.
"I must see you, Uncle Colin," she wrote. "It is most pressing. So do please let me come. Send me word, and I will come instantly. I cannot write anything here. _I must see you at once_!"
CHAPTER EIGHT.
DESCRIBES A MYSTERIOUS INCIDENT.
Two days later, the ugly bandages having been removed from my head, Natalia was seated in the afternoon in my den.
Exquisitely neat in her dead black, with the long c.r.a.pe veil, she presented an altogether different appearance to the radiant girl who had sat before me on that fatal drive. Her sweet face was now pale and drawn, and by the dark rings about her eyes I saw how full of poignant grief her heart had lately been.
She had taken off her long, black gloves and settled herself cosily in my big armchair, her tiny patent-leather shoe, encasing a shapely silk-clad ankle, set forth beneath the hem of her black skirt.
"I was so terrified. Uncle Colin, that you were also dead!" the girl was saying in a low, sympathetic voice, after I had expressed my deepest regret regarding the unfortunate death of her father, to whom she had been so devoted.
"I suppose I had a very narrow escape," I said cheerfully. "You came out best of all."
"By an absolute miracle. The Emperor is furious. Twenty of those arrested have already been sent to Schusselburg," she said. "Only yesterday, he told me that he hoped you would be well enough in a day or two to go to the Palace. I was to tell you how extremely anxious he is to see you as soon as possible."
"I will obey the command at the earliest moment I am able," I replied.
"But how horribly unfortunate all this is," I went on. "I fully expected that you would be in England by this time."
"As soon as you are ready, Uncle Colin, I can go. The Emperor has already told me that he has placed me under your guardianship. That you are to be my equerry. Isn"t it fun?" she cried, her pretty face suddenly brightening with pleasure. "Fancy you! dear old uncle, being put in charge of me--your naughty niece!"
"His Majesty wished it," I said. "He thinks you will be better away from Court for a time. Therefore, I have promised to accept the responsibility. For one year you are to live _incognito_ in England, and I have been appointed your equerry and guardian--and," I added very seriously, "I hope that my naughty niece will really behave herself, and do nothing which will cause me either annoyance or distress."
"I"ll really try and be very good, Uncle Colin," declared the girl with mock demureness, and laughing mischievously. "Believe me, I will."
"It all remains with you," I said. "Remember I do not wish it to be necessary that I should furnish any unfavourable report to the Emperor.
I want us to understand each other perfectly from the outset. Recollect one point always. Though you may be known in England as Miss Gottorp, yet remember that you are of the Imperial family of Russia, and niece of the Emperor. Hence, there must be no flirtations, no clandestine meetings or love-letters, and such-like, as in the case of young Hamborough."
"Please don"t bring up that affair," urged the little madcap. "It is all dead, buried and forgotten long ago."
"Very well," I said, looking straight into her big, velvety eyes so full of expression. "But remember that your affection is absolutely forbidden except towards a man of your own birth and station."
"I know," she cried, with a quick impatience. "I"m unlike any other girl. I am forbidden to speak to a commoner."
"Not in England. Preserve your _incognito_, and n.o.body will know. At His Majesty"s desire, I have obtained leave of absence from the service for twelve months, in order to become your guardian."
"Well, dear old Uncle Colin, you are the only person I would have chosen. Isn"t that nice of me to say so?" she asked, with a tantalising smile.
"But I tell you I shall show you no leniency if you break any of the rules which must, of necessity, be laid down," I declared severely. "As soon as I find myself well enough, you will take Miss West, your old governess, and Davey, your English maid, to England, and I will come and render you a.s.sistance in settling down somewhere in comfort."
"At Eastbourne?" she cried in enthusiasm. "We"ll go there. Do let us go there?"
"Probably at Brighton," I said quietly. "It would be gayer for you, and--well, I will be quite frank--I think there are one or two young men whom you know in Eastbourne. Hence it is not quite to your advantage to return there."
She pouted prettily in displeasure.
"Brighton is within an hour of London, as you know," I went on, extolling the praises of the place.
"Oh, yes, I know it. We often went over from Eastbourne, to concerts and things. There"s an aquarium there, and a seaside railway, and lots of trippers. I remember the place perfectly. I love to see your English trippers. They are such fun, and they seem to enjoy themselves so much more than we ever do. I wonder how it is--they enjoy their freedom, I suppose, while we have no freedom."
"Well," I said cheerfully, "in a week or ten days I hope I shall be quite fit to travel, and then we will set out for England."
"Yes. Let us go. The Emperor leaves for Peterhof on Sat.u.r.day. He will not return to Petersburg until the winter, and the Court moves to Tzarskoie-Selo on Monday."
"Then I will see His Majesty before Sat.u.r.day," I said. "But, tell me, why did Your Highness write to me so urgently three days ago? You said you wished to see me at once."
The girl sprang from her chair, crossed to the door, and made certain it was closed.
Then, glancing around as though apprehensive of eavesdroppers, she said:
"I wanted to tell you, Uncle Colin, of something very, very curious which happened the other evening. About ten o"clock at night I was with Miss West in the blue boudoir--you know the room in our palace, you"ve been in it."
"I remember it perfectly," I said.
"Well, I went upstairs to Davey for my smelling-salts as Miss West felt faint, and as I pa.s.sed along the corridor I saw, in the moonlight, in my own room a dark figure moving by the window. It was a man. I saw him searching the drawers of my little writing-table, examining the contents by means of an electric-torch. I made no sound, but out of curiosity, drew back and watched him. He was reading all my letters--searching for something which he apparently could not find. My first impulse was to ring and give the alarm, for though I could not see the individual"s face, I knew he must be a thief. Still, I watched, perhaps rather amused at the methodical examination of my letters which he was making, all unconscious that he was being observed, until suddenly at a noise made by a servant approaching from the other end of the corridor, he started, flung back the letters into the drawer, and mounting to the open window, got out and disappeared. I shouted and rushed after him to the window, but he had gone. He must have dropped about twelve feet on to the roof of the ballroom and thus got away.
"Several servants rushed in, and the sentries were alarmed," she went on. "But when I told my story, it was apparent that I was not believed.
The drawer in the writing-table had been reclosed, and as far as we could see all was in perfect order. So I believe they all put it down to my imagination."
"But you are quite certain that you saw the man there?" I said, much interested in her story.