"You said as much in the smoking-room last night, I remember," Maas replied. "Pray, what has occurred since then to make you change your mind?"
"I do not know, myself," said Browne. "I feel restless and unsettled to-night, that is all. Do you think I should care for Russia?"
"For Russia?" cried his companion in complete surprise. "What on earth makes you think of Russia?"
Browne shook his head.
"It"s a notion I have," he answered; though, for my own part, I am certain that, until that moment, he had never thought of it. "Do you remember Demetrovitch, that handsome fellow with the enormous moustache who stayed with me last year at Newmarket?"
"I remember him perfectly," Maas replied; and had Browne been watching his face, instead of looking at the little hotel ash.o.r.e, he would in all probability have noticed that a peculiar smile played round the corners of his mouth as he said it. "But what has Demetrovitch to do with your proposed trip to Russia? I had an idea that he was ordered by the Czar to spend two years upon his estates."
"Exactly! so he was. That accounts for my notion. He has often asked me to pay him a visit. Besides, I have never seen Petersburg in the winter, and I"m told it"s rather good fun."
"You will be bored to death," the other answered. "If you go, I"ll give you a month in which to be back in England. Now I think, with your permission, I"ll retire. It"s after eleven, and there"s something about these fjords that never fails to make me sleepy. Good-night, _mon cher ami_, and pleasant dreams to you."
Browne bade him good-night, and when the other disappeared into the companion, returned to his contemplation of the sh.o.r.e. The night was so still that the ripple of the wavelets on the beach, half a mile or so away, could be distinctly heard. The men had left the smoking-room; and save the solitary figure of the officer on the bridge, and a hand forward by the cable range, Browne had the deck to himself. And yet he was not altogether alone, for his memory was still haunted by the recollection of the same sweet face, with the dark, l.u.s.trous eyes, that had been with him all the evening. Do what he would, he could not endow the adventure of the afternoon with the common-place air he had tried to bestow upon it. Something told him that it was destined to play a more important part in his life"s history than would at first glance appear to be the case. And yet he was far from being a susceptible young man. The training he had received would have been sufficient to prevent that. For upwards of an hour he remained where he was, thinking and thinking, and yet never coming any nearer a definite conclusion. Then, throwing away what remained of his cigar, he bestowed a final glance upon the sh.o.r.e, and went below to his cabin, to dream, over and over again, of the adventure that had befallen him that afternoon.
Whatever else may have been said of it, the weather next morning was certainly not propitious; the mountains surrounding the bay were hidden in thick mist, and rain was falling steadily. After breakfast the male portion of the party adjourned to the smoking-room, while the ladies engaged themselves writing letters or with their novels in the drawing-room below.
Browne alone seemed in good spirits. While the others were railing at the fog, and idly speculating as to whether it would clear, he seemed to derive a considerable amount of satisfaction from it. About ten o"clock he announced his intention of going ash.o.r.e, in order, he said, that he might confer with a certain local authority regarding their proposed departure for the south next day. As a matter of politeness he inquired whether any of his guests would accompany him, and received an answer in the negative from all who happened to be in the smoking-room at the time. His valet accordingly brought him his mackintosh, and he had put it on and was moving towards the gangway when Maas made his appearance from the saloon companion.
"Is it possible you are going ash.o.r.e?" he inquired in a tone of mild surprise. "If so, and you will have me, I will beg leave to accompany you. If I stay on board I shall go to sleep, and if I go to sleep I shall wake up in a bad temper; so that, if you would save your guests from that annoyance, I should advise you to take me with you."
Though Browne could very well have dispensed with his company, common politeness prevented him from saying so. Accordingly he expressed his pleasure at the arrangement, and when they had descended the gangway they took their places in the boat together. For the first time during the excursion, and also for the first time in the years they had known each other, Browne felt inclined to quarrel with Maas; and yet there was nothing in the other"s behaviour towards him to which he could take exception.
Maas could see that Browne was not himself, and he accordingly set himself to remedy the trouble as far as lay in his power. So well did he succeed that by the time the boat reached the tiny landing-stage his host was almost himself again.
"Now you must do just as you please," said Maas when they had landed.
"Do not consider me in the matter at all, I beg of you; I can amuse myself very well. Personally I feel inclined for a walk up the mountain road."
"Do so, then, by all means," said his host, who was by no means sorry to hear him arrive at this decision. "If I were you, however, I should stick to the road; these mists are not things to be taken lightly."
"I agree with you," said Maas. Then, bidding the other good-bye, he set off on his excursion.
Browne, who was conscientiousness itself, walked along the hillside to the residence of the functionary whom he had professedly come ash.o.r.e to see, and when he had consulted him upon the point at issue, made his way in the direction of the hotel. Accosting the manager in the hall, he inquired whether it would be possible to obtain an interview with Madame Bernstein.
"Most certainly, sir," the man replied. "If you will follow me I will conduct you to her."
So saying, he led the way down the long wooden pa.s.sage towards a room at the further end. Into this Browne was ushered, while the man departed in search of the lady. What occasioned the delay it is impossible to say, but fully a quarter of an hour elapsed before madame made her appearance. She greeted him with a great appearance of cordiality. Taking his hands in hers, she held them while she thanked him, in fluent French, for what she called his bravery on the preceding afternoon.
"_Mon Dieu!_" said she. "What should I have done had you not been there to help her? Had she been killed I should never have known happiness again. It was such a risk to run. She is so reckless. She fills me with consternation whenever she goes out alone."
This was not at all what Browne had bargained for. However, under the circ.u.mstances, it would not only have been unwise, but practically impossible, for him to protest. You cannot save a young lady"s life and expect to escape her relatives" thanks, however much you may desire to do so. After these had been offered to him, however, he managed to discover an opportunity of inquiring after her.
"The poor child is better this morning," Madame replied, solemnly wagging her head. "But, alas! it will be several days before she can hope to put her foot to the ground. She begged me, however, to thank you, monsieur, should you call, for your goodness to her."
Try as he would to conceal it, there could be no sort of doubt that Browne was pleased that she should have thought about him. He begged Madame Bernstein to inform her that he had called to inquire, and then bade her good-bye. He had hoped to have discovered something concerning the girl"s history; but as it was plain to him that Madame was not one who would be easily induced to make disclosures, he abandoned the attempt.
He had pa.s.sed down the pa.s.sage, and was in the act of leaving the hotel, when a voice reached him from a room on the right which caused him no little surprise. At the same instant the door opened, and no less a person than Maas stood before him.
"Why, my dear Browne, really this is most charming," he cried, with a somewhat exaggerated enthusiasm. "I had not the very least idea of finding you here."
"Nor I of seeing you," Browne retorted. "I understood that you were going for a walk up the mountain."
"I did go," the other replied, "but the mist was so thick that I changed my mind and came in here for a gla.s.s of Vermouth prior to going on board. Believe me, there is nothing like Vermouth for counteracting the evil effects of fog. Will you let me persuade you to try a gla.s.s?
What they have given me is excellent."
Browne thanked him, but declined. He did not like finding the man in the hotel; but as things were, he could not see that he had any right to complain. He only hoped that Maas knew nothing of his reason for being there. Conversant, however, as he was with his friend"s peculiarities, he felt certain he would say nothing about it to any one, even supposing that he had discovered it.
Leaving the hotel together, they made their way down to the boat, and in something less than a quarter of an hour were on board the yacht once more. The fog still continued, nor did it lift for the remainder of the day.
On the following morning they had arranged to leave Merok for Aalsund, and thence to turn south on their homeward journey. Fortunately the weather had cleared sufficiently by the time day dawned to admit of their departure, and accordingly at the appointed hour, dipping her ensign to the village in token of farewell, the yacht swung round and headed for the pa.s.s under the Pulpit Rock. Browne was on the bridge at the time, and it was with a sensible feeling of regret that he bade farewell to the little village nestling at the foot of the snow-capped mountains. Never did he remember having experienced such regret in leaving a place before. Whether he and Katherine Petrovitch would ever meet again was more than he could tell; it seemed to him extremely unlikely, and yet---- But at this juncture he shook his head very wisely at the receding mountains, and told himself that that was a question which only Fate could decide.
CHAPTER III
Six months had elapsed since the _Lotus Blossom_ had steamed out of the Gieranger Fjord and its owner had taken his last look at the little village of Merok. During that interval Browne had endeavoured to amuse himself to the best of his ability. In spite of Maas"s insinuation to the contrary, he had visited Russia; had shot bears in the company and on the estates of his friend Demetrovitch; had pa.s.sed south to the Crimea, and thence, by way of Constantinople, to Cairo, where, chancing upon some friends who were wintering in the land of the Pharaohs, he had been persuaded into engaging a _dahabiyeh_, and had endured the tedious river journey to Luxor and back in the company of a charming French countess, an Austrian archduke, a German diplomatist, and an individual whose accomplishments were as notorious as his tastes were varied. A fortnight in Monte Carlo and a week in Paris had succeeded the Nile trip; and now the first week in March found him, free of engagements, ensconced in the luxurious smoking-room of the Monolith Club in Pall Mall, an enormous cigar between his teeth, and a feeling of regret in his heart that he had been persuaded to leave the warmth and sunshine of the favoured South for what he was now enduring. The morning had been fairly bright, but the afternoon was cold, foggy, and dreary in the extreme. Even the most weather-wise among the men standing at the windows, looking out upon the street, had to admit that they did not know what to make of it. It might only mean rain, they said; it might also mean snow. But that it was, and was going to be still more, unpleasant, n.o.body seemed for an instant to doubt. Browne stretched himself in his chair beside the fire, and watched the flames go roaring up the chimney, with an expression of weariness upon his usually cheerful countenance.
"What a fool you were, my lad, to come back to this sort of thing!" he said to himself. "You might have known the sort of welcome you would receive. In Cannes the sun has been shining on the Boulevard de la Croisette all day. Here it is all darkness and detestation. I"ve a good mind to be off again to-night; this sort of thing would give the happiest man the blues."
He was still pursuing this train of thought, when a hand was placed upon his shoulder, and, turning round, he discovered Jimmy Foote standing beside him.
"The very man I wanted to see," said Browne, springing to his feet and holding out his hand. "I give you my word, old fellow, you couldn"t have come at a more opportune moment. I was in the act of setting off to find you."
"My dear old chap," replied his friend, "that is my metier: I always turn up at opportune moments, like the kind G.o.dmother in the fairy tale. What is it you want of me?"
"I want your company."
"There"s nothing I"d give you more willingly," said Jimmy; "I"m tired of it myself. But seriously, what is the matter?"
"Look out of the window," Browne replied. "Do you see that fog?"
"I"ve not only seen it, I have swallowed several yards of it," Foote answered. "I"ve been to tea with the Verneys in Arlington Street, and I"ve fairly had to eat my way here. But why should the weather irritate you? If you"re idiot enough to come back from Cairo to London in March, I don"t see that you"ve any right to complain. I only wish Fate had blessed me with the same chance of getting away."
"If she had, where would you go and what would you do?"
"I"d go anywhere and do anything. You may take it from me that the Bard was not very far out when he said that if money goes before, all ways lie open."
"If that"s all you want, we"ll very soon send it before. Look here, Jimmy; you"ve nothing to do, and I"ve less. What do you say to going off somewhere? What"s your fancy--Paris, south of France, Egypt, Algiers? One place is like another to me."
"I don"t want anything better than Algiers," said Jimmy. "Provided we go by sea, I am your obedient and humble servant to command."
Then, waving his hand towards the gloom outside, he added: "Fog, Rain, Sleet, and Snow, my luck triumphs, and I defy ye!"
"That"s settled, then," said Browne, rising and standing before the fire. "I"ll wire to Mason to have the yacht ready at Plymouth to-morrow evening. I should advise you to bring something warm with you, for we are certain to find it cold going down Channel and crossing the Bay at this time of the year. In a week, however, we shall be enjoying warm weather once more. Now I must be getting along. You don"t happen to be coming my way, I suppose?"