"It does. My lord the Englishman came near striking me last night."
"I would not lay that up against him. Madame was the power behind the throne."
"And the impulse behind Madame?" smiling.
"You are the only man who has ever crossed Madame"s path; she can not forget it."
"And she has put me in a bad light, as far as Fitzgerald is concerned. A man will believe anything a woman says to him, if he loves her."
"Let us avoid dissertations."
"What do you want to talk about?"
"Yourself; you are interesting, entertaining, and instructive," the Colonel answered, laughing. "I never ran across an American who wasn"t, and I have met a number. What have you done to Beauvais?"
"It is not exactly what I"ve done; it is what I know."
"What do you know?"
Maurice repeated the story.
"And you bested him at the rapiers?" in astonishment.
"Is there anything startling about it?" asked Maurice.
"He has no match hereabout." The Colonel looked across the table at the smooth-faced boy--he was scarcely else--and reflected. "Why did you give up the army?"
"The army in America doesn"t run to good clothes; the officers have to work harder than the privates, and, save in Washington, their social status is nil. Besides, there is too much fighting going on all the time. Here, an officer is always on dress parade."
"Still, we are always ready. In the past we show up pretty well in history. But to return to Beauvais, it is very embarra.s.sing, very."
"It will be for him, if I live long enough."
"Eh?"
"Beauvais has promised to push me off the board, to use his own words. I am wondering how he will do it."
"Don"t let that disturb you; he will do nothing--now. Well, well; it is all a sorry game; and I find that making history has its disadvantages.
But I have dandled Madame as a child on my knee, and her wish is law; wherever her fortunes lead, I must follow. She will win; she can not help winning. But I pity that poor devil of a king, who, they say, is now bereft of speech. Ah, had he been a man, I could have gone into this heart and soul."
"He is on his deathbed. And his daughter, G.o.d knows what is in store for her. Prince Frederick is dallying with his peasant girl. The day for the wedding has come and gone, unless he turned up to-day, which is not likely."
"Which is not likely indeed," repeated the Colonel sadly. He pulled out his pipe, and smoked for a time. "But let us not judge harshly, says the Book. There may be circ.u.mstances over which Prince Frederick has no control. I suppose your sympathies are on the other side of the path.
Youth is always quick and generous; it never stops to weigh causes or to reason why. And strange, its judgment is almost always unerring. I am going to share my dinner with you to-night. I"ll try to brighten you up a bit."
"Thanks."
"Then after dinner we"ll play poker until they come to take you to Brunnstadt."
"What sort of a city is it?"
"You will not see much of it; so I will not take the trouble to tell you that it is slightly inferior to Bleiberg."
Sure enough, when the dark of evening fell, two servants entered with trays and baskets, and proceeded to lay the table. They put new candles in the bayonets.
"Ha!" said the Colonel; "you have forgotten the wine, rascals!"
"Bring a dozen bottles," Maurice suggested, having an idea in mind.
"Eh?"
"Remember, Colonel, I"ve been a soldier and a journalist in a country where they only wash with water. In the summer we have whisky iced, in the winter we have it hot; an antidote for both heat and cold. Ah, Colonel, if you only might sniff a mint julep!"
"A dozen bottles, then," said the Colonel to the servants, who retired to execute the order.
"How old will it be?" asked Maurice.
"Twice your age, my son. But do not make any miscalculation about my capacity for tokayer."
"Any miscalculation?" Maurice echoed.
"Yes; if you plan to get me drunk. There are no troopers about, and it would be easy enough for you to slip out if I should lose my head."
Maurice"s laugh had a false ring to it. The Colonel had made a very shrewd guess.
"Well!" said the Colonel, with a gesture toward the table.
They sat down, and both made an excellent dinner. Maurice demolished a roasted pheasant, stuffed with chestnuts, while the Colonel disintegrated a duck. The wine came, and the servants ranged six bottles on the side of each plate. It was done so gravely that Maurice laughed heartily. The wine was the oldest in Madame"s cellar, and Maurice wondered at the Colonel"s temerity in selecting it. The bottles were of thick gla.s.s, fat-bottomed, and ungainly, and Maurice figured that there was more than a pint in each. It possessed a delicious bouquet. The Colonel emptied three bottles, with no more effect than if the wine had been water. Maurice did not appreciate this feat until he had himself emptied a bottle. It was then he saw that the boot was likely to be on the other foot.
He looked at the Colonel enviously; the old soldier was a gulf. He had miscalculated, indeed. But he was fertile in plans, and a more reasonable one occurred to him. He drank another bottle and began to talk verbosely. Later he grew confidential. He told the Colonel a great many things which--had never happened, things impossible and improbable.
The Colonel listened soberly, and nodded now and again. Dinner past, they pushed the remains aside and began to play poker, a game at which the Colonel proved to be no novice, much to Maurice"s wonder.
"Why, you know the game as thoroughly as an Arizona corporal."
"I generally spend a month of the winter in Vienna. One of your compatriots taught me the interesting game." The Colonel shuffled the cards. "It is the great American game, so I am told."
"O, they play checkers in the New England states," said Maurice, hiccoughing slightly. "But out west and in all the great cities poker has the way."
"What have you got?" asked the Colonel, answering a call.
"Jacks full."
"Takes the pot;" and this Americanism came so naturally that Maurice roared.
"Poker is a great preliminary study to diplomacy," said the Colonel, as he scrutinized his hand. "You raise it?"
"Yes. One card. Diplomacy? So it is. I played a game with the Chinese amba.s.sador in Washington one night. I was teaching him how to play. I lost all the ready money I had with me. Next day I found out that he was the shrewdest player in the diplomatic circles. Let"s make it a jackpot."
"All the same to me."