He flushed hotly. "It was when you were starting out, Miss Guile. I am not one of the spies, you should remember."
"You are my partner in guilt," she said lightly. "By the way, have you forgiven me for leading you into temptation?"
"Certainly. I am still in the Garden of Eden, you see, and as I don"t take any stock in the book of Genesis, I hope to prove to myself at least, that the conduct of an ill.u.s.trious forebear of mine was not due to the frailties of Eve but to his own tremendous anxiety to get out of a place that was filled with snakes. I hope and pray that you will continue to put temptation in my path so that I may have the frequent pleasure of falling."
She turned her face away and for a moment was silent. "Shall we take those chairs over there, Mr. Schmidt? They appear to be as abandoned as we." She indicated two chairs near the broad portals.
He shook his head. "If we are looking for the most utterly abandoned, allow me to call your attention to the two in yonder corner."
"It is quite dark over there," she said with a frown.
"Quite," he agreed. "Which accounts, no doubt, for your failure to see them."
"Mrs. Gaston will be looking for me before--" she began hesitatingly.
"Or Mr. White, perhaps. Let me remind you that they have exceedingly sharp eyes."
"Mr. White is no longer here," she announced.
His heart leaped. "Then I, at least, have nothing to fear," he said quickly.
She ignored the ba.n.a.lity. "He left this afternoon. Very well, let us take the seats over there. I rather like the--shall I say shadows?"
"I too object to the limelight,--Bedelia," he said, offering her his arm.
"You are not to call me Bedelia," she said, holding back.
"Then "forgive us our transgressions" is to be applied in the usual order, I presume."
"Are you sorry you called me Bedelia?" she insisted, frowning ominously.
"No. I"m sorry you object, that"s all."
They made their way through a maze of chairs and seated themselves in the dim corner. Their view of the Jungfrau from this vine-screened corner was not as perfect as it might have been, but the Jungfrau had no present power of allurement for them.
"I cannot stay very long," she said as she sank back in the comfortable chair.
He turned his back not only upon the occupants of the porch but the l.u.s.trous Jungfrau, drawing his chair up quite close to hers. As he leaned forward, with his elbows on the arms of the chair, she seemed to slink farther back in the depths of hers, as if suddenly afraid of him.
"Now, tell me everything," he said. "From beginning to end. What became of you after that day at St. Cloud, whither have you journeyed, and wherefore were you so bent on coming to this now blessed Interlaken?"
"Easily answered. Nothing at all became of me. I journeyed thither, and I came because I had set my heart on seeing the Jungfrau."
"But you had seen it many times."
"And I hoped that I might find peace and quiet here," she added quite distinctly.
"You expected to find me here, didn"t you?"
"Yes, but I did not regard you as a disturber of the peace."
"You knew I would come, but you didn"t know why, did you, Bedelia?"
He leaned a little closer.
"Yes, I knew why," she said calmly, emotionlessly. He drew back instantly, chilled by her directness. "You came because there was promise of an interesting adventure, which you now are on the point of making impossible by a rather rash exhibition of haste."
He stared at her shadowy face in utter confusion. For a moment he was speechless. Then a rush of protesting sincerity surged up within him and he cried out in low, intense tones: "I cannot allow you to think that of me, Miss Guile. If I have done or said anything to lead you to believe that I am--"
"Oh, I beg of you, Mr. Schmidt, do not enlarge upon the matter by trying to apologise," she cried.
"I am not trying to apologise," he protested. "I am trying to justify what you are pleased to call an exhibition of haste. You see, it"s just this way: I am obliged to make hay while the sun shines, for soon I may be cast into utter darkness. My days are numbered. In a fortnight I shall be where I cannot call my soul my own. I--"
"You alarm me. Are you to be sent to prison?"
"You wouldn"t look upon it as a prison, but it seems like one to me.
Do not laugh. I cannot explain to you now. Another day I shall tell you everything, so pray take me for what I am to-day, and ask no questions. I have asked no more of you, so do you be equally generous with me."
"True," she said, "you have asked no questions of me. You take me for what I am to-day, and yet you know nothing of my yesterdays or my to- morrows. It is only fair that I should be equally confiding. Let there be no more questions. Are we, however, to take each other seriously?"
"By all means," he cried. "There will come a day when you may appreciate the full extent of my seriousness."
"You speak in riddles."
"Is the time ripe for me to speak in sober earnest?" he questioned softly. She drew back again in swift alarm.
"No, no! Not now--not yet. Do not say anything now, Mr. Schmidt, that may put an end to our--to our adventure."
She was so serious, so plaintive, and yet so shyly prophetic of comfort yet to be attained, that his heart warmed with a mighty glow of exaltation. A sweet feeling of tenderness swept over him.
"If G.o.d is good, there can be but one end to our adventure," he said, and then, for some mysterious reason, silence fell between them. Long afterward--it seemed hours to him!--she spoke, and her voice was low and troubled.
"Can you guess why I am being watched so carefully, why I am being followed so doggedly by men who serve not me but another?"
"Yes. It is because you are the greatest jewel in the possession of a great man, and he would preserve you against all varlets,--such as I."
She did not reveal surprise at his shrewd conjecture. She nodded her head and sighed.
"You are right. I am his greatest jewel, and yet he would give me into the keeping of an utter stranger. I am being protected against that conscienceless varlet--Love! If love lays hands upon me--ah, my friend, you cannot possibly guess what a calamity that would be!"
"And love _will_ lay hands upon you, Bedelia,--"
"I am sure of that," she said, once more serene mistress of herself after a peculiarly dangerous lapse. "That is why I shudder. What could be more dreadful than to fall into the clutches of that merciless foe to peace? He rends one"s heart into shreds; he stabs in the dark; he thrusts, cuts and slashes and the wounds never heal; he blinds without pity; he is overbearing, domineering, ruthless and his victims are powerless to retaliate. Love is the greatest tyrant in all the world, Mr. Schmidt, and we poor wretches can never hope to conquer him. We are his prey, and he is rapacious. Do you not shudder also?"
"Bless you, no! I"d rather enjoy meeting him in mortal combat. My notion of bliss would be a fight to the death with love, for then the conflict would not be one-sided. What could be more glorious than to stand face to face with love, hand to hand, breast to breast, lip to lip until the end of time? Let him cut and slash and stab if you will, there would still be recompense for the vanquished. Even those who have suffered most in the conflict with love must admit that they have had a share in the spoils. One can"t ignore the sweet hours when counting up the bitter ones, after love has withdrawn from the tender encounter. The cuts and slashes are cherished and memory is a store- house for the spoils that must be shared with vanity."
"It sounds like a book. Who is your favourite author?" she inquired lightly.
"Baedeker," he replied, with promptness. "Without my Baedeker, I should never have chanced upon the route travelled by love, nor the hotel where I now lodge in close proximity to--"