"To the University?" he repeated.
"Yes, certainly. Dr. Fabian has been talking of it for months."
"And for months you have refused to go.
"That was before ... I have changed my mind now. Leo is to go to the University next year, and if he is ready for it at eighteen, it must be high time for me to be there. I am not going to be outdone always by my younger brother. I shall talk to Dr. Fabian about it to-morrow. And now I"ll go round to the stables myself, and see whether Norman is saddled at last. My patience is pretty well worn out."
With these words he took up his hat from the table, and hurried out of the room, full of eagerness to be gone. Herr Witold sat still on the sofa, holding the cushion. He did not think of laying it straight now.
It was all over with his noonday rest.
"What has come to the boy, Doctor? What have you been doing to the boy?" he cried, angrily, as that inoffensive individual came into the room.
"I?" asked the Doctor, in alarm. "Nothing! Why, he has but just left you.
"Well, well, I don"t mean you exactly," said the Squire, peevishly. "I mean the Baratowski people. There has been no managing him since they got him into their hands. Just fancy, he says now he wants to go to the University."
"No? Really?" cried the Doctor, in delight.
This reply roused Herr Witold to still greater ire.
"Yes, it will be a matter of rejoicing to you," he grumbled. "You will be enchanted to get away from here, and to leave me at Altenhof without a soul to keep me company."
"You know that I have always advocated his going to the University. I have unfortunately never found a hearing; and, if it really be the Princess who has prevailed upon Waldemar to take this step, I can only regard her influence as most beneficial."
"Deuce take her beneficial influence!" stormed the Squire, flinging the unhappy sofa cushion into the middle of the room. "We shall soon see what it all means. Something has happened to the boy. He wanders about as if he were dreaming in broad daylight, takes no interest in anything, and when one asks him a question he answers at cross purposes. When he goes out shooting, he comes back with an empty bag--he, who never used to miss a shot; and now he has all at once taken to study, and there is no getting him from his books. I must find out what has brought about this change in him, and you will have to help me, Doctor. You must go over to C---- one of these days."
"No, for Heaven"s sake, no!" protested Dr. Fabian. "What should I do there?"
"See how the land lies," said the Squire, emphatically, "and bring me back word. Something is going on there, of that I am certain. I can"t go over myself, for I am, so to speak, on a war-footing with the Princess, and when we two come together there is sure to be a row. I can"t tolerate her spiteful ways, and she can"t put up with my plain speaking; but you, Doctor, stand as a neutral in the business. You are the right man."
The Doctor with all his might resisted the requirement made of him.
"But I understand nothing of such matters," he complained. "You know, too, how absent and ill at ease I am in my intercourse with strangers.
I should be especially so with the Princess. Besides, Waldemar would never consent to my going with him."
"It is all of no use," interrupted Witold, dictatorially. "Go over to C---- you must. You are the only creature in whom I have confidence, Doctor. You won"t desert me now?" With this he broke into such a flood of argument, reproaches, and entreaties, that the poor Doctor, half stunned by so much eloquence, surrendered at last, and promised all that was asked of him.
The sound of hoofs was heard outside, and Waldemar, already mounted, trotted past the window, then gave his horse the rein, and galloped away without once looking back.
"Off he goes," said Witold, half grumbling, and yet br.i.m.m.i.n.g over anew with admiration for his adopted son. "Just see how the boy sits his horse. They might be cast in bronze! and it is no trifle to keep the Norman well in hand."
"Waldemar has a singular mania for riding young horses which are only half broken in," said the Doctor, anxiously. "I cannot understand why he has selected Norman for his favourite. He is the most unmanageable, the most restive, animal in the stables."
"That is the very reason," returned the Squire, laughing. "You know he must have something to curb and master, or he finds no pleasure in the game. But now, come here, Doctor; we must consider about this mission of yours. You must set to work diplomatically, you know."
So saying, he grasped the Doctor"s arm and dragged him off to the sofa.
Poor Fabian went docilely enough. He had resigned himself to his fate, and only murmured occasionally, in doleful accents, "I a diplomatist, Herr Witold? Mercy on me! la diplomatist!"
The Baratowski family had never taken much part in the gay doings of the C---- season, and latterly they had withdrawn from them more and more. Waldemar, who now paid them such frequent visits, always found the family party alone. Count Morynski alone was wanting to it. He had left a few days before the scene above described. It had been his intention to take his daughter away with him; but the Princess discovered that a longer stay at the seaside was essential to Wanda"s health, and prevailed on her brother to consent to a prolonged separation. He yielded to his sister"s wish, and set out on his solitary way towards Rakowicz, where business matters required his presence.
In spite of the noonday heat, young Nordeck had ridden over from Altenhof at full speed. On his arrival he entered the Princess"s room, where he found her sitting at her writing-table. Had Leo come to her thus, glowing and overheated, she would certainly have met him with some word of remonstrance, of motherly solicitude; but Waldemar"s appearance, though possibly not unnoticed by her, excited no remark.
It was a singular fact that, although mother and son now saw each other so frequently, no intimacy had taken root between them. The Princess always treated Waldemar with the utmost consideration, and he strove to tone down the harshness of his demeanour towards her; but in this mutual endeavour to preserve a good understanding, there was not a spark of warm, genuine feeling. They _could_ not cross the invisible gulf which lay between them, though, for the time being, an extraneous power had bridged it over. The greeting on either side was just as cool as on the occasion of their first meeting; but Waldemar"s eyes now roved round the parlour with an uneasy, questioning glance.
"You are looking for Leo and Wanda?" said the Princess. "They have gone down to the sh.o.r.e, and will wait for you there. You have planned a boating excursion together, I think?"
"Yes. I will go and look for the others at once." Waldemar made a hasty movement towards the door, but his mother laid her hand on his arm.
"I must claim your attention for a few minutes first. I have something important to discuss with you."
"Won"t it do later?" asked Waldemar, impatiently. "I should like before ..."
"I particularly wish to speak to you alone," the Princess interrupted him. "You will still be in time for the sail. You can all very well put it off for a quarter of an hour."
Young Nordeck looked annoyed at being thus detained, and obeyed with evident reluctance when invited to sit down. There seemed little prospect of his attention being given to the matter in hand, for his eyes wandered off continually to the window near him which opened on to the sh.o.r.e.
"Our stay in C---- is drawing to an end," said the Princess; "we must soon begin to think of our departure."
Waldemar gave a start almost of dismay.
"So soon? September promises to be fine, why not spend it here?"
"I cannot, on Wanda"s account. I can hardly expect my brother to do without his darling any longer. It was very unwillingly, and only by my especial wish, that he consented to leave her behind. I promised him in return that I would myself take her to Rakowicz."
"Rakowicz is not far from Wilicza, is it?" asked Waldemar, quickly.
"Only two or three miles; about half as far as Altenhof from this."
The young man was silent. He looked anxiously through the window again: the sh.o.r.e seemed to have an unusual interest for him to-day.
"Speaking of Wilicza," said the Princess, negligently, "you will be taking possession of your property soon, I suppose, now that you are of age. When do you think of going there?"
"It was fixed for next spring," said Waldemar, absently, still absorbed by his outdoor observations. "I wanted to stay on with my uncle through the winter; but all that will be changed now, for I mean to go to the University."
His mother bent her head approvingly.
"I can but applaud such a resolution. I have never disguised from you that the essentially practical education you have received at your guardian"s has been, in my opinion, too one-sided. For such a position as yours, some higher culture is indispensable."
"I should rather like to see Wilicza first, though." Waldemar made a dash at his object. "I have not been there since my childhood, and ...
You will make a long stay at Rakowicz, will you not?"
"I do not know," replied the Princess. "For the present I shall certainly accept the refuge offered by my brother to me and to my son.
Time will show whether we must make a permanent claim on his generosity."
Young Nordeck looked up. "Refuge? Generosity? What do you mean, mother?"
The Princess"s lips twitched nervously, the only sign she gave that the step she was about to take was one painful to her. With this exception her face remained unmoved as she answered--