"I mean, it must be a difficult office to educate Herr Waldemar Nordeck," continued Wanda, quite undisturbed, and with intense enjoyment of the confusion her words produced.
Again Dr. Fabian glanced across at Waldemar with an expression of real anguish. He knew how sensitive the young man was, how ill he could brook a jest. Often enough had a far more inoffensive observation from Herr Witold called forth a perfect storm; but, curiously enough, there was no sign of one to-day. Waldemar was leaning quietly on Countess Morynska"s chair. A smile even hovered about his lips, as, bending down to her, he asked--
"Do you think me such a bad fellow, then?"
"Yes, I do. Had not I the pleasure of seeing you in a regular pa.s.sion the day before yesterday, at the time of the quarrel about the rudder?"
"But I was not in a pa.s.sion with _you_." said Waldemar, reproachfully.
The Doctor let fall the hat he had hitherto grasped with both hands.
What mild, gentle tones were those he had heard from his rough pupil"s mouth, and what meant the look which accompanied it? The conversation went on as it had begun, Wanda teasing the young man in her usual merry, high-handed way, and Waldemar lending himself to the sport with infinite patience. Nothing seemed to irritate or offend him here. He had a smile for her every joke, and was, indeed, completely metamorphosed since he had come into the young Countess"s presence.
"Dr. Fabian is listening to us quite devoutly," she laughed. "It rejoices you to see us in such good spirits, Doctor?"
Poor Doctor! He was not thinking of rejoicing. Everything was going round him in a whirl. Slight as was his experience of love matters, the truth began gradually to dawn upon him. He could now form some idea of how "the land lay." This, then, was the reason Waldemar had so amiably consented to the reconciliation; this was why he so a.s.siduously rode over to C---- in storm and sunshine; here was the explanation of the change in his whole behaviour. Herr Witold would certainly have a fit when he heard of it--Herr Witold, who had such a deeply rooted aversion to the entire "Polish lot!" The diplomatic mission was indeed crowned with success in the very first half-hour; but its result filled the amba.s.sador with such alarm that he entirely forgot the dissimulation which had been enjoined on him, and would probably have betrayed his trepidation, had not the Princess just then come in.
The lady had more than one reason for wishing to make the personal acquaintance of her son"s tutor, who would accompany his pupil to the University. Now that the reconciliation had been achieved, that a lasting connection seemed likely to follow, Waldemar"s nearest surroundings could not be a matter of indifference to her. She convinced herself, before ten minutes were over, that there was nothing to fear from the harmless Fabian; that, on the contrary, he might be made useful, possibly unknown to himself. Many things might be learned from the constant companion which could not be extracted from the taciturn Waldemar, and this was no unimportant consideration. The Princess did the Doctor the honour to look upon him as a fitting instrument for her use. She therefore treated him with much condescending kindness, and the humility with which he received such condescension met with her full approbation. She forgave him his shyness and awkwardness, or rather she looked on both as very natural in her presence, and deigned to engage him in conversation at some length.
On his mother"s entrance, Waldemar had relapsed into his usual laconic mood. He took little part in the general talk, but after a time he said a few words to the Princess in a low voice. She rose at once, and went out with him on to the balcony.
"You wish to speak to me alone?" she asked.
"Only for a minute," replied Waldemar. "I only wanted to tell you that it will not be possible for me to accompany you and Leo to Wilicza, as we had agreed."
"Why? Are difficulties placed in your way?"
"Yes," said the young man, impatiently. "There are, it appears, certain formalities to be gone through, relating to my coming of age, at which I am bound to be present. My father"s will gives most decided directions on the subject. Neither my uncle Witold nor I ever thought about it; and now, just when I want to go, the notice has come. I shall have to stay here for the present."
"Well, in that case, we will put off our journey also," said the Princess, "and I must send Wanda to Rakowicz alone."
"On no account," returned Waldemar, with much decision. "I have already written to Wilicza to say that you will arrive in the course of a few days, and that the necessary preparations are to be made at the castle."
"And you?"
"I shall come as soon as I am at liberty. Anyway, I shall spend a few weeks with you before I go to the University."
"One more question, Waldemar," said the Princess, gravely. "Does your ex-guardian know of these arrangements?"
"No, I have only spoken of my visit to Wilicza, so far."
"Then you will have to tell him of our intended sojourn there."
"I mean to," replied Waldemar, shortly. "I have written to my agent that he is to place himself at your service until I arrive. You have only to give your orders. I have provided for their being obeyed."
The Princess would have expressed her thanks, but she could not bring herself to articulate them. She knew so well that this generous consideration was not shown her for her own sake, and the particularly cold manner in which the obligation was conferred made it inc.u.mbent on her to accept it with equal reserve, if she would not incur a humiliation.
"So we may certainly expect you," she said. "As for Leo ..."
"Leo is sulky still, because of our quarrel the day before yesterday,"
interrupted Waldemar. "When I arrived just now, he turned off very demonstratively towards the sh.o.r.e, pretending not to see me."
The Princess knitted her brows. Leo had received strict orders to meet his brother in a friendly manner, and now he was showing this rebellious spirit at a most inopportune moment.
"Leo is often hasty and thoughtless. I will see that he makes the first advances towards a reconciliation."
Waldemar declined coolly. "No, no, we shall settle it better between ourselves. You need not be uneasy."
They went back into the drawing-room, where Wanda meanwhile had been amusing herself by sending Dr. Fabian from one stage of embarra.s.sment to another. The Princess now released him. She wished thoroughly to discuss the plan of her son"s studies, and he was obliged to follow her into her private room.
"Poor Doctor!" said Wanda, looking after him. "It seems to me you have quite reversed your _roles_. You have not a particle of respect for your teacher, but he stands in unbounded awe of you."
Waldemar did not contradict this a.s.sertion, which was but too just; he merely remarked--
"Does it appear to you that Dr. Fabian is a person to inspire respect?"
"Not exactly; but he seems very forbearing and good-natured."
The young man looked contemptuous.
"Perhaps so; but those are qualities I do not particularly value."
"One should tyrannise well over you if one wishes to inspire respect?"
said Wanda, with an arch glance up at him.
Waldemar drew forward a chair, and sat down by her side. "It all depends upon who plays the tyrant. I would not advise any one at Altenhof to try it, not even Uncle Witold, and here I only stand it from one person."
"Who knows!" cried Wanda, lightly. "I should not care to make you angry in real earnest."
He made no reply. His thoughts had evidently wandered from the conversation, and were following another track.
"Did not you think it was very beautiful on the Beech Holm the day before yesterday?" he asked suddenly, with a brusque transition.
A slight blush rose to the young Countess"s cheeks, but she answered in her former sprightly tone--
"I think there is something uncanny about the place in spite of its beauty; and, as to those sea legends of yours, I certainly shall not listen to them again at the sunset hour. One really comes to believe in the old fables."
"Yes, one comes to believe in them!" said Waldemar, in a low tone. "You reproached me with not entering into the poetry of the tradition. I have learned to understand it now in my turn."
Wanda was silent. She was struggling to keep down a certain embarra.s.sment which had a.s.sailed her yesterday for the first time in her life. Before this, on young Nordeck"s entrance, the feeling had taken possession of her. She had tried to laugh it off, to jest it away, and had succeeded in the presence of others; but directly the two were left alone together, it returned in full force. She could not get back the tranquil easy tone of former days. That strange evening on the Beech Holm! It had invested with a singular earnest a matter which was, and certainly was to remain, nothing but a joke.
Waldemar waited for an answer in vain. He seemed rather hurt that none came.
"I was telling my mother just now that I cannot go with you all to Wilicza," he began again. "I shall not be there for three or four weeks."
"Well, that is not long," said Wanda.
"Not long? Why, it is an eternity!" he cried, vehemently. "You can form no idea of what it costs me to stay behind, and let you set out alone."
"Waldemar, pray ..." Wanda interposed in visible distress. He did not heed her, but went on with the same vehemence.