This old gentleman was (or supposed he was) the last of his line, the Prince of Doppelkinn, famous for his wines and his love of them. There was, so his subjects said, but one tender spot in the heart of this old man, and that was the memory of the wife of his youth. (How the years, the good and bad, crowd behind us, pressing us on and on!) However, there was always surcease in the cellars--that is, the Doppelkinn cellars.
"Ha!" he roared as he saw the blinking Max. "So this is the fellow!"
He made an eloquent gesture. "Your Highness must be complimented upon your good taste. The fellow isn"t bad-looking."
"When you listen to reason, Prince," replied the girl calmly, "you will apologize to the gentleman and give him his liberty."
"Oh, he is a gentleman, is he?"
"You might learn from him many of the common rules of courtesy,"--tranquilly.
"Who the devil are you?" the prince demanded of Max.
"I should be afraid to tell you. I hold that I am Max Scharfenstein, but the colonel here declares that my name is Ellis. Who are you?"
Max wasn"t the least bit frightened. These were not feudal times.
The prince stared at him. The insolent puppy!
"I am the prince."
"Ah, your serene Highness,"--began Max, bowing.
"I am not called "serene""--rudely. "The grand duke is "serene.""
"Permit me to doubt that," interposed the girl, smiling.
Max laughed aloud, which didn"t improve his difficulties any.
"I have asked you who you are!" bawled the prince, his nose turning purple.
"My name is Max Scharfenstein. I am an American. If you will wire the American consulate at Barscheit, you will learn that I have spoken the truth. All this is a mistake. The princess did not elope with me."
"His papers give the name of Ellis," said the colonel, touching his cap.
"Humph! We"ll soon find out who he is and what may be done with him.
I"ll wait for the duke. Take him into the library and lock the door.
It"s a hundred feet out of the window, and if he wants to break his neck, he may do so. It will save us so much trouble. Take him away; take him away!" his rage boiling to the surface.
The princess shrugged.
"I can"t talk to you either," said the prince, turning his glowering eyes upon the girl. "I can"t trust myself."
"Oh, do not mind me. I understand that your command of expletives is rather original. Go on; it will be my only opportunity." The princess rocked backward and forward on the divan. Wasn"t it funny!
"Lord help me, and I was perfectly willing to marry this girl!" The prince suddenly calmed down. "What have I ever done to offend you?"
"Nothing," she was forced to admit.
"I was lonely. I wanted youth about. I wanted to hear laughter that came from the heart and not from the mind. I do not see where I am to be blamed. The duke suggested you to me; I believed you to be willing.
Why did you not say to me that I was not agreeable? It would have simplified everything."
"I am sorry," she said contritely. When he spoke like this he wasn"t so unlovable.
"People say," he went on, "that I spend most of my time in my wine-cellars. Well,"--defiantly,--"what else is there for me to do? I am alone." Max came within his range of vision. "Take him away, I tell you!"
And the colonel hustled Max into the library.
"Don"t try the window," he warned, but with rather a pleasant smile.
He was only two or three years older than Max. "If you do, you"ll break your neck."
"I promise not to try," replied Max. "My neck will serve me many years yet."
"It will not if you have the habit of running away with persons above you in quality. Actions like that are not permissible in Europe." The colonel spoke rather grimly, for all his smile.
The door slammed, there was a grinding of the key in the lock, and Max was alone.
The library at Doppelkinn was all the name implied. The cases were low and ran around the room, and were filled with romance, history, biography, and even poetry. The great circular reading-table was littered with new books, periodicals and ill.u.s.trated weeklies. Once Doppelkinn had been threatened with a literary turn of mind, but a bad vintage coming along at the same time had effected a permanent cure.
Max slid into a chair and took up a paper, turning the pages at random.--What was the matter with the room? Certainly it was not close, nor damp, nor chill. What was it? He let the paper fall to the floor, and his eyes roved from one object to another.--Where had he seen that Chinese mask before, and that great silver-faced clock?
Somehow, mysterious and strange as it seemed, all this was vaguely familiar to him. Doubtless he had seen a picture of the room somewhere. He rose and wandered about.
In one corner of the bookshelves stood a pile of boy"s books and some broken toys with the dust of ages upon them. He picked up a row of painted soldiers, and balanced them thoughtfully on his hand. Then he looked into one of the picture-books. It was a Santa Claus story; some of the pictures were torn and some stuck together, a reminder of sticky, candied hands. He gently replaced the book and the toys, and stared absently into s.p.a.ce. How long he stood that way he did not recollect, but he was finally aroused by the sound of slamming doors and new voices. He returned to his chair and waited for the denouement, which the marrow in his bones told him was about to approach.
It seemed incredible that he, of all persons, should be plucked out of the practical ways of men and thrust into the unreal fantasies of romance. A hubbub in a restaurant, a headlong dash into a carriage compartment, a long ride with a princess, and all within three short hours! It was like some weird dream. And how the deuce would it end?
He gazed at the toys again.
And then the door opened and he was told to come out. The grand duke had arrived.
"This will be the final round-up," he laughed quietly, his thought whimsically traveling back to the great plains and the long rides under the starry night.
XI
The Grand Duke of Barscheit was tall and angular and weather-beaten, and the whites of his eyes bespoke a const.i.tution as sound and hard as his common sense. As Max entered he was standing at the side of Doppelkinn.
"There he is!" shouted the prince. "Do you know who he is?"
The duke took a rapid inventory. "Never set eyes upon him before."
The duke then addressed her Highness. "Hildegarde, who is this fellow?
No evasions; I want the truth. I have, in the main, found you truthful."
"I know nothing of him at all," said the princess curtly.
Max wondered where the chill in the room came from.