"You are an excessively foolish boy," said Ottilie, angrily. "It is idiotic of you, Osmond. Leave the place by express train because of the Percivales! Why, they will probably leave themselves the day after to-morrow, at further. They are making no stay."
"It is of no use to argue," said Osmond, turning his haggard face away from the window, where the twilight was growing obscure. "I am off, Mrs.
Orton. I seem an ungrateful brute, I know, but I can"t help it. It"s my lot, I think, to disappoint everybody who expects anything of me. I have, the feeling upon me that I must go; but, before I go, I want to say one thing."
He stopped short. From the depths of an easy chair, Ottilie made an impatient exclamation.
"Well, then, say it, do," said she, "if it"s worth hearing."
"I want to say that the bet"s off, as far as I am concerned."
She laughed loudly.
"O ho, that is it, is it? No, no, my friend, you don"t get off in that way. When you betted so valiantly, you thought you were putting your money on a certainty; but, since the specimen of my ability I gave you up on the terrace, you begin to tremble. You find that I am not such a fool as you took me for! Excellent! But you shan"t beat such a cowardly retreat as that."
"You mistake, partly," said the young man, hurriedly. "I admit that, when I dared you to try a reconciliation, I thought the whole thing was out of the question; and now I see I was mistaken. But don"t think I withdraw for fear of loss. You shall have your gloves without the trouble of winning them; sooner than that----"
"Dear me! Then what is all the fuss about?" she asked, sneeringly.
He came up to her chair, laying a clenched hand on the back of it.
"Don"t try to do harm--to make mischief," he said, in a low voice. "It"s devil"s work."
"O--oh! Are we there? It is a sudden attack of virtue you are laboring under, is it? My good friend, don"t attempt the part. It doesn"t suit you nearly as well as the one you have lately appeared in."
"And what is the part I have lately appeared in?"
"Well, something very nice and fascinating, and easy to get on with. If you are going to be all over p.r.i.c.kles, and object to everything on high moral grounds, you will make yourself an emphatic nuisance, as Artemus Ward observed."
"Much better that I should take my departure, then. We shall never agree. But, Mrs. Orton, you have been very kind to me----"
"Oh! don"t allude to your grat.i.tude. It is so patent."
"You are bitter. I am glad, perhaps, to think that you will regret me a little bit. But won"t you promise me this one thing--the only favor I ever asked you, I believe. Let Percivale"s wife alone."
"Osmond, you are a poor, chicken-hearted coward. I am ashamed of you.
Why your reasons for hating those two ought to be even stronger than mine. Here lies revenge ready to your hand. Yet you drop it and sneak away. You are worse than Macbeth."
"And you," he rejoined, excitedly, "are worse than Lady Macbeth--a woman who hounded a man on to crime. Thank G.o.d I am not so completely under your influence as that, Mrs. Orton."
"You are too complimentary, Mr. Allonby. One would think that I was anxious to murder the Percivales in their beds."
"You are anxious to do them all the harm you can."
"Now listen to me, if your generous rage will allow you to be impartial for a moment. What is all this rhodomontade about? If Percivale is an adventurer, he deserves to be exposed--it is a kindness to his wife to accomplish it. If he is not, my shaft will recoil harmless. I shall do no injury in either case."
"Pardon me. She is his wife. If he is unworthy, for Heaven"s sake spare her the pain of knowing it. If he is not, you will most probably achieve the wreck of his married happiness by making her suspect him. Either way you cannot fail to do infinite harm."
"Dear me! You ought to have been a lawyer, not an artist. You have such a logical mind. One would think you cherished no grudge against that empty little jilt for her treatment of you."
"You would think right. I love Elsa. I always shall. Mine is the kind of love that is immortal; I wish it could die. But it cannot. Like Prometheus, it must live for ever, though a vulture gnaw at its very heart. Her treatment of me makes no difference at all. I would die to save her from pain."
"You are a contemptible fool, then!"
"Possibly. My folly may make me happier than your revenge will make you." He walked once or twice through the room, then stopped again at her side. "Won"t you give me a promise?" he said, wistfully. "I am going away, and you won"t see me again for some time. Won"t you promise?"
"I decline to speak to you at all. I am disgusted with you; sorry I ever troubled myself to be kind to such a poor-spirited----"
She rose with pa.s.sion, flung past him, and left the room. Osmond put his hand over his brow and stood silent for several minutes. Ought he to warn Percivale that Mrs. Orton"s pretence of friendship was only specious? Perhaps he ought. And yet----He could not control his jealous dislike so far as that. No, it was impossible. If he washed his own hands of the whole affair, surely that was enough. It was the husband"s duty to protect his wife; it was certainly not Osmond"s place to interfere. Percivale had obtained possession of the treasure. Let him keep it. So said he vindictively to his own heart.
The sound of the opening door made him start. It was so dark that he could hardly see Frederick Orton as he walked in.
"Is Ottilie here?" he asked, lazily.
"She has just gone out," returned Osmond. "I"ll wish you good-bye, Orton; my train goes in half-an-hour."
"Your train? Where the deuce are you off to?"
"England. I have played long enough. I am going back to work."
Frederick stuck his hands in his pockets and whistled.
"Oho! I see daylight. Mr. and Mrs. Percivale are in the hotel," he drawled. "Pooh! what does that matter? Stay and cut him out. Easily done. He"s too virtuous to keep any woman"s affection for long."
Osmond laughed bitterly.
"Which means that I am not?"
Orton laughed too.
"Look at Ottilie, she is hand and glove with them; sharp girl!" he said.
"Thinks they are rich enough to be useful acquaintances, I suppose. Bury the hatchet, old man, and get the happy bridegroom to give you a commission."
"Might manage it seven years hence, but it"s no good to try yet," said Osmond, with an effort to copy his tone. "I am afraid Mrs. Orton doesn"t like my defection, but she will soon get over it. Remember me to her. I must not wait now, or I shall miss my train."
After all, he had to wait for the next train. Firm in his purpose, however, he declined to go in to the _table-d"hote_, but walked out into the gardens of the hotel, and sat down in the spring starlight, meditating. He recalled the gush of feeling with which the castle had inspired him, and the meeting, so laden with emotion of the most poignant kind.
Meanwhile, Elsa had asked in surprise what had become of Mr. Allonby.
She was excessively disappointed not to see him again. She had decked herself in one of her most radiant _trousseau_ gowns, in order to inspire him with fresh despair at sight of what he had lost. In point of fact, she had never regretted her treatment of him until that day. He was greatly altered, and, in her opinion, much for the better. His world-worn air and cold cynicism were just the very things to attract her. How much more interesting he would have been if he had always had that air! He was her timid slave no longer. A desire to subjugate him afresh fired her bosom. He was far better worth thinking about than she had previously imagined. And now, just when she wanted him, he had disappeared.
He was not far off, had she known it. He slowly paced the walk under the trees in the shadow until the dinner was over, and the ladies came out on the balcony. He saw Elsa, in the shimmer of her pale dress, with the moon on her golden hair. She leaned over the balcony and laughed at Ottilie, who was down in the fragrant garden below. Osmond heard Mrs.
Orton ask her to come down--it was so cool and fresh among the flowers; and, after a few minutes" hesitation, the girl disappeared within doors, fetched a wrap, and came gliding like a silver moonbeam down the staircase to the lawn.
The young man held his breath as he saw the two walk away together into the gloom of the garden. He was tempted for a moment to emerge from his concealment, join them, and defy Ottilie.
At the moment a clock struck. He started. He must not lose his sole chance of escaping from Heidelberg that night.
Slowly he turned and moved away, his eyes still on the two ladies, the dark and the fair, as they strolled in the picturesque setting of the purple night together; and the sound of Elsa"s joyous laugh was the last memory he took with him from the enchanted spot.