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diff --git a/77479-h/77479-h.htm b/77479-h/77479-h.htm new file mode 100644 index 0000000..9812d7a --- /dev/null +++ b/77479-h/77479-h.htm @@ -0,0 +1,31855 @@ +<!DOCTYPE html> +<html lang="en"> + +<head> + +<meta name="viewport" content="width=device-width, initial-scale=1"> + +<link rel="icon" href="images/img-cover.jpg" type="image/x-cover"> + +<meta charset="utf-8"> + +<title> +The Project Gutenberg eBook of Diana, by Emil Ludwig +</title> + +<style> +body { color: black; + background: white; + margin-right: 10%; + margin-left: 10%; + font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; + text-align: justify } + +p {text-indent: 1.5em } + +p.noindent {text-indent: 0% } + +p.t1 {text-indent: 0% ; + font-size: 200%; + text-align: center } + +p.t2 {text-indent: 0% ; + font-size: 150%; + text-align: center } + +p.t2b {text-indent: 0% ; + font-size: 150%; + font-weight: bold; + text-align: center } + +p.t3 {text-indent: 0% ; + font-size: 100%; + text-align: center } + +p.t3b {text-indent: 0% ; + font-size: 100%; + font-weight: bold; + text-align: center } + +p.t4 {text-indent: 0% ; + font-size: 80%; + text-align: center } + +p.t4b {text-indent: 0% ; + font-size: 80%; + font-weight: bold; + text-align: center } + +p.t5 {text-indent: 0% ; + font-size: 60%; + text-align: center } + +h1 { text-align: center } +h2 { text-align: center } +h3 { text-align: center } +h4 { text-align: center } +h5 { text-align: center } + +p.poem {text-indent: 0%; + margin-left: 10%; } + +p.thought {text-indent: 0% ; + letter-spacing: 2em ; + text-align: center } + +p.letter {text-indent: 0%; + margin-left: 10% ; + margin-right: 10% } + +.smcap { font-variant: small-caps } + +p.quote {text-indent: 1.5em ; + margin-left: 0% ; + margin-right: 0% } + +p.finis { font-size: larger ; + text-align: center ; + text-indent: 0% ; + margin-left: 0% ; + margin-right: 0% } + +</style> + +</head> + +<body> +<div style='text-align:center'>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 77479 ***</div> + + +<h1> +<br><br> + DIANA<br> +</h1> + +<p class="t3"> + <i>A Novel</i><br> +</p> + +<p class="t2"> + By EMIL LUDWIG<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="t3"> + <i>Translated by</i><br> + EDEN & CEDAR PAUL<br> +</p> + +<p><br><br></p> + +<p class="t3"> + A. L. BURT COMPANY<br> + <i>PUBLISHERS</i><br> + New York Chicago<br> +</p> + +<p class="t4"> + Published by arrangement with The Viking Press<br> +</p> + +<p class="t4"> + Printed in U. S. A.<br> +</p> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<p class="t3"> +DIANA +</p> + +<p style="font-size: small; margin-left: 10%; margin-right: 10%"> +Originally published in German as two separate novels: <i>Diana</i>. +1917, and <i>Meeresstille, Roman eines deutschen Prinzen</i>, 1918. +Copyright by Ernst Rowohlt Verlag, Berlin. Revised version, +arranged by the author as a single novel, first published 1929. +</p> + +<p class="t4"> + Copyright, 1929, by<br> + THE VIKING PRESS, INC,<br> +</p> + +<p class="t4"> + First printing December, 1929<br> + Second printing December, 1929<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="t4"> + PRINTED IN U. S. A.<br> +</p> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<p class="t3b"> +CONTENTS +</p> + +<p> +<a href="#chap0101">BOOK ONE</a> +</p> + +<p> +<a href="#chap0201">BOOK TWO</a> +</p> + +<p> +<a href="#chap0301">BOOK THREE</a> +</p> + +<p> +<a href="#chap0401">BOOK FOUR</a> +</p> + +<p> +<a href="#chap0501">BOOK FIVE</a> +</p> + +<p> +<a href="#chap0601">BOOK SIX</a> +</p> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<p><a id="chap0101"></a></p> + +<h2> +BOOK ONE +</h2> + +<p><br><br></p> + +<h3> +CHAPTER ONE +</h3> + +<p> +"Nothing in sight? Not +caught a glimpse of her sail yet?" +</p> + +<p> +"No, Sir. But she'll be all right today. The wind's from +the south-east; and the weather is glorious this morning." +</p> + +<p> +"Yes, I know; but this lake of yours is full of shallows +and whirlpools." +</p> + +<p> +"La Signora sails her boat with so sure a hand, she might +have been born and bred in Baveno!" +</p> + +<p> +The gardener's voice faded away as he pottered about +among the fish-tanks and continued to mutter to himself: +"... born and bred in Baveno." +</p> + +<p> +Andreas, who had called down to the old man from the +top of a craggy eminence, dropped the hand he had raised +to shield his eyes from the glare of the sun, so that he +might put it to more immediate uses. The bunch of flowers +he had gathered was so large that it needed both hands to +hold the nosegay together. +</p> + +<p> +"Narcissus!" exclaimed the poet, caressing the blossoms +with sensitive fingers, while they swayed gently in the +breeze. "Narcissus, fresh as the morning dew! Nothing +else can rival Diana's fragrance. And yet—may she not +have been akin to other flowers in the past, and may she +not resemble yet others in the future? Likenesses ever +changing, ever renewed? Would it have entered my head +to compare her to the camellias blooming over there in +chill white pyramids? Beautiful they are, proud of mien; +but scentless and passionless. Perhaps some women are like +that!" +</p> + +<p> +The thought dumbfounded him, and he sank down on +to a rocky seat. Pulling a notebook from the pocket of his +purple dressing-gown, he scribbled assiduously for a while. +Then he looked up, gazed at the flowers, jotted down a +few more words. Finally he tore off the page and started +afresh. He no longer took his eyes from the paper, but +continued to write diligently until the sonnet was complete. He +began to read it in an undertone, gradually allowing his +voice to become louder, until at the eighth line he had +achieved a resounding forte. After that he restrained the +volume of sound, and finished up with a ritenuto, as if he +were playing the final bars of a Bach fugue. +</p> + +<p> +"How Diana will laugh," he thought. "She'll read it +twice. Then she will open her mother-of-pearl box and lay +this page on the top of the others. Quite unexpectedly one +evening, one mild evening, the lines will slowly drop from +her delicate lips. Othello must bring her up here when she +lands. Othello!" +</p> + +<p> +The Great Dane was snuffing the air as he stood on the +landing-stage which gave access to the little island. As his +master called him by name, the animal pricked up his +ears, sought Andreas's whereabouts with eyes and nose. +Having caught sight of the young man, Othello sprang +upward over the rocks and pushed his way through the +azaleas. The dog's movements were so swift that a trail +of white and rose-coloured blossoms was wafted along in +his wake. +</p> + +<p> +He came to a halt, and stood attentive and watchful. +Like Gothic columns, his forelegs rose to the graceful arch +of his chest; his blue eyes had the glint of steel, cold, yet +betraying the hidden fires within; his ears were twitching, +his whole being was aquiver, and he seemed to be asking: +"Well, Master, what do you wish me to do?" Andreas +fondled the beast's Head, and the signs of eager expectation +gradually disappeared. The muscles relaxed, a dreamy look +came into the eyes, the dog yielded luxuriously to the +caress, his left paw advancing slightly. As far as is +possible to a dumb beast, Othello had approximated to the +reflective mood and the attitude of his master. +</p> + +<p> +"Keep still a moment," said the poet. "I want to fix my +sonnet in your collar; ... so ... mind you don't lose it. +It's for your mistress, as soon as she comes ashore. +Understand? For Diana." +</p> + +<p> +The dog had remained motionless, but at the name of +Diana he whined, became restless, and, hardly waiting for +Andreas to release the collar, darted away to take up his +post of sentinel on the landing-stage. +</p> + +<p> +Andreas sauntered towards the house. Occasionally he +would kick a stone out of the path, would pluck a yellowing +leaf, raise a trailing plant from the ground. He acted +mechanically, like one who prefers things to be orderly, +who loves tidiness. These minor occupations in the +garden or the house unconsciously betrayed a certain +restlessness of disposition. Suddenly, as so often happened +after he had composed a poem, he felt inexpressibly +tired. +</p> + +<p> +"I wonder," he murmured, a faint smile puckering his +lips, "I wonder if my fatigue is just the usual tiredness +one experiences after a night of love? Diana was never so +beautiful as she was last night. Was she still like a +narcissus? Or did my imagination conjure up the passionate +hour of which I have dreamed since earliest boyhood? I +must be honest with myself. Has ever woman thrown +herself into my arms with such whole-hearted abandonment +as I into the arms of women? Sonia? She was nothing but +a little savage. Francisca? She was merely sensuous. But +Diana never promised anything. She is not called Diana +for nothing! When have I ever before, either with my +eyes or in fancy, actually or in a dream, been so dazzled +by any woman?" +</p> + +<p> +He turned to gaze once again over the waters of the +lake. Scuds of foam seemed to rise from the surface. So +absorbed was he in his contemplation of this phenomenon, +that he forgot to watch for Diana's boat, a sight of which +he so ardently coveted. +</p> + +<p> +"I wonder how early she set sail? No matter the hour at +which I wake in the morning, her place by my side is +always empty, smooth and cold. She must creep away +to her dressing-room on bare feet. When at last I awake, +it is to the sound of her voice calling me. By that time she +has been abroad two hours at least in the fresh air, and +has a keen appetite for breakfast. But today? Even as I +slept, I was conceited enough to imagine that after such +delights she would surely not go for an early sail. She +had been so full of ecstasy...." +</p> + +<p> +Andreas strode forward into the blaze of the blossoming +rhododendrons. The flowers stimulated his memory of +the hours of passion and his body quivered in response. +He raised his brows as he mused: +</p> + +<p> +"Diana as Venus? Impious thought!" +</p> + +<p> +He plucked idly at the stamens of the flowers in his +hand, while his thoughts wandered. He was called back +to reality by the dog, who approached with every sign of +uneasiness. +</p> + +<p> +"Well, Othello, what's up?" +</p> + +<p> +He quickened his pace and glanced towards the house +across the terrace where a wicker table was laid for +breakfast. On reaching the top of the steps, he turned about, +and once more gazed over the blue and gold surface of the +waters. +</p> + +<p> +"Domenico!" +</p> + +<p> +"Yes, Sir," came the old gardener's voice in answer. Then +after a pause: "I see nothing as yet. Signora usually crosses +over by the south-eastern end of Isola Madre." +</p> + +<p> +"I know; but what about Intra?" +</p> + +<p> +"No sign of a sail there either." +</p> + +<p> +Suddenly Andreas was seized with anxiety on account +of his beloved, an anxiety which was rendered more acute +by a vague presentiment of evil. Were the gods taking +revenge because Diana had been delighting in joys which +her name would imply her insensible to? Was the boon +so recently granted him already to be snatched from his +grasp? Had he been over-bold? +</p> + +<p> +"What can it all mean? Why is the dog whining, I +wonder?" +</p> + +<p> +Still hoping to find her, he wandered through the +low-ceilinged rooms of the house, through the cloistered +archways which linked the rooms together, and up the steps +which separated them. At his heels walked Othello, snuffing +the same trail. Both seekers came to a halt in Diana's +room. On the gaily coloured floor, in a green earthenware +pot, were the tall sprays of broom she had brought home +last night, waving her trophy aloft like an orange flag. +The white curtains flapped in the breeze, and he glanced +through the windows which gave a view from three angles +on to the lake. Nearby was the writing-table on which +was placed a silver vase filled with iris. +</p> + +<p> +"The curtain might upset that," thought Andreas, with +solicitude. +</p> + +<p> +He grasped the vase, intending to transfer it to a place +of security, and, as he touched the cold metal, a chill ran +up his arm and struck him to the heart. His heart seemed +to stop beating; then it fluttered wildly against his ribs. +He had caught sight of a note propped against the vase: +the cover bore his own name in Diana's handwriting. +At once the truth flashed through his mind: "She has +gone!" +</p> + +<p> +The nosegay of narcissus slowly dropped from his hand. +Then he seized the hard, white paper, while Othello, seeming +to understand all that was afoot, rubbed himself against +Andreas's knee. The young man gazed down at the missive +of fate as it lay in his hand; then, delaying the evil +moment, he thrust it deep into his pocket. His fingers fondled +the paper, unseen, as though he were trying to warm the +inexorable message with his life blood. He looked over +towards the lake; then, again, his eyes travelled round the +room. Leaning on the window sill, he drew the letter forth +and at length read its contents. As he folded the sheet of +paper, he stepped out on to the terrace, told the dog to +lie down, and paced to and fro in the shade of the wistaria +whose green leaves and lilac flowers were trained on a +pergola overhead. Othello's steel-blue eyes followed every +movement, from the wicker couch on to which he had flung +himself in obedience to his master's command. His great +head was pillowed on his crossed paws. +</p> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<p><a id="chap0102"></a></p> + +<h3> +CHAPTER TWO +</h3> + +<p> +"My Dear, +</p> + +<p> +"When I woke this morning I saw you lying before me, +a boy asleep. Your dark, curly head was turned away so +that I could hardly reach your beautiful forehead when I +leaned across to kiss you. I gave you no more than a butterfly +kiss on your closed eyelids; I did not venture to touch +your lips, which were half open as you slept. +</p> + +<p> +"The radiant weather calls me forth this morning. I shall +sail away in the very boat that brought us—how many +weeks ago?—to this island. With sail set, I shall make +for Baveno. By the time you wake I shall be in Milan; +by the time you read this, I do not know where I +shall be. +</p> + +<p> +"Do not try to find me. Did not your spirit leap towards +me as, masked, we danced together amid the many other +masked couples that night in the palace on the Piazza di +Spagna? Did I not place my fullest trust in you, a stranger, +whose name was unknown to me just as was mine to you? +Did I not come with you willingly when, after the ball, +we left Rome and travelled together till we alighted on the +shores of this gracious lake? Let these dream days bask in +their own beauty. Do not try to find reasons for my flight. +Do not follow me. +</p> + +<p> +"We were unchallenged monarchs of the island, hedged +in by laurel groves, severed from the inquisitive eyes of the +envious, united, you and I, both by day and by night. +</p> + +<p> +"Poems fell from your lips, my poet; and morning after +morning I found a fresh sonnet to my praise lying +ambushed for my return in ever-renewed hiding places in our +garden. Why trouble to wake? Your people are on your +trail—I saw you trying to push your letters away out of +my sight! Soon, your money will run short, and after one +day of uneasiness, you would have to go to the town, a +smile on your lips, hoping to delude me. +</p> + +<p> +"What of myself? How often I have heard you say half +mockingly and half in earnest: 'You are made for +adventure.' Remember your own words. The spirit of +adventure runs in my veins and has even affected you. +</p> + +<p> +"Yesterday, in the gloaming, while we sat on the terrace +watching the circle of lights along the shores of the lake, +you spoke softly to me, gentle words that fell sweetly on +my ears. Of a sudden, away there on the mainland, two +fiery eyes appeared, and a snake uncoiled its glittering +length alluringly beneath the precipitous side of the +mountain. Now it would disappear, now shine out again; at one +moment its voice would be stilled, to roar forth the instant +after. It was the train from the Simplon. Never before +had it made such an impression on me. I felt that this was +the very snake, magical and glowing, within whose coils +I had been spirited through the world in days gone by. +That now it carried men and women who had sped away +from Paris in the morning and would awaken as day +dawned to find themselves in Milan. I could imagine them +coming from far castles in the Scottish highlands to seek +the warm air of Palermo. Who were they all and what +plans had they for themselves? Unrest seethed within me. +I felt I must get away from this enchanted isle, that a +narrow arm of water was keeping me cloistered from the +world, that the hurly-burly was summoning me to the +fray—whither I knew not. +</p> + +<p> +"My grateful thanks to you! Nothing repeats itself; and, +even if fate should make our paths cross a second time, that +which united us this night can never recur, any more +than the silent kisses I gave you in farewell. Our island +cannot be snatched from us: it is ours now as it has been +during all these weeks. I am taking no more than the +little mother-of-pearl box which contains your poems, and +within which your spirit lies at rest. Nothing else goes +with me, for, if they saw me packing up, your kindly old +servants would want to know my destination. Forgive me +for leaving the clothes you gave me, the clothes your +appraising eye so often looked at as I dressed in the morning, +and which your ardent hands pulled from my limbs at +night with so much passion. +</p> + +<p> +"In a minute or two Othello will, as usual, come down +to the landing-stage, and wag his tail expectantly, hoping +to be taken on board. I shall sail swiftly away before +the wind, without turning for a last look; I must keep +watch over myself lest the unbidden tears come to my +eyes. +</p> + +<p> +"The wind is blowing. Keep serene of heart, even though +you may feel sad; and remember the motto inscribed on the +escutcheon of your soul. Be grateful! Thank the gods, +even as I do, for granting us this sweetest of springtimes. +Ave Poeta! +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +"DIANA." +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p> +By the time Andreas had read the letter a third time he +found himself on the landing-stage. An instinct urged him +towards the water, her special element, and kept him away +from the height whence, above the cypresses that barred the +view from below, he might gaze southward over the lake. +From that little eminence he could have seen Baveno and +the coast line. Othello, who had not left Andreas's side the +whole morning, stood beside the young man and endeavoured +to lap the waves as they plashed over the landing-stage. +But always, before his red tongue could reach them, +the waters had withdrawn again. +</p> + +<p> +Now, from round a rocky point, a little boat came in +sight. It had come from the direction of Pallanza and +another thirty strokes of the oars would bring it ashore. +The great dog pricked up his ears as the oarsman waved a +hand in greeting. Andreas leaped to his feet, and hailed the +new arrival. +</p> + +<p> +"Nikolai!" +</p> + +<p> +"Andreas!" exclaimed a melodious voice in response. +</p> + +<p> +"You, here?" A cross-fire of surmises rushed through the +poet's brain. Uneasiness as to why his friend had come over +the waters to intrude upon his solitude. This sudden +arrival at such a moment seemed to smack of intrigue. +</p> + +<p> +"Nikolai," he thought, "dearest of friends; Nikolai the +wise, could he have lent himself to a plot of any kind? +No, no, it cannot be!" +</p> + +<p> +The feeling of mistrust was ephemeral, and Andreas soon +pulled himself together, remembering his duties as host +and as master of the island. Nikolai threw him the painter, +and while tying it to the bollard, Andreas said with a note +of irritation in his voice: +</p> + +<p> +"This is a surprise!" +</p> + +<p> +Nikolai was quick to perceive his friend's momentary +annoyance. He felt quite unembarrassed as he thought: +"Ah, well, these lovers' moods change from day to +day!" Then, turning to Andreas, he asked courteously: +</p> + +<p> +"Am I disturbing you? Don't you want my company +after all?" +</p> + +<p> +These words made Andreas yet more uneasy, for he +concluded from them that Diana's flight was known to his +friend and had, therefore, been planned some time ago. +He stretched out his hand to help Nikolai to land, and +as he did so he said: +</p> + +<p> +"In what way could you ever disturb me, old man?" +</p> + +<p> +At his master's first call across the water towards the +oncoming boat, Othello had changed his bark of warning +to a soft whine; and until the two men clasped hands, the +dog's attitude had been one of alert defiance. Now he +followed the two friends as they made their way up hill +towards the house. He sniffed at their heels and at the +leather satchel the oarsman held trailing from his hand. +Both young men endeavoured to conceal their emotion +behind a flow of conventional banalities. The new arrival +continued to expatiate at frequent intervals upon the +beauties of the island, while Andreas asked again and again +if his friend had had a comfortable journey. At length +Nikolai exclaimed: +</p> + +<p> +"Of course I took the very first train from Milan, the +eight o'clock, the sooner to be with you...." +</p> + +<p> +Andreas stopped in his walk, looked squarely into his +friend's grey eyes, and asked in surprise: +</p> + +<p> +"Do you mean to say that you've come in answer to a +summons?" +</p> + +<p> +Even more amazed than his interlocutor, Nikolai delved +into his pockets and after a little search produced a +telegram which he handed over, saying: +</p> + +<p> +"Didn't you send this?" +</p> + +<p> +Andreas read the message: "Baveno. Please come as soon +as possible to the little island to see your friend Andreas." +</p> + +<p> +A light of understanding flashed through the poet's +mind. Diana, herself fleeing from him, had sent his best +friend to his side in order that the crushing solitude he +would experience in the garden of their love might be +rendered more bearable by Nikolai's presence. He stood +stock still for a moment, biting his lips. Then he fondled +Othello's head, as if by this caress he might compensate +himself for the lack of a touch from Diana's loving hand. +At length, steadying his voice with difficulty as he uttered +the name of his mistress, he said: +</p> + +<p> +"No. This must have been sent by Diana." +</p> + +<p> +His friend was silent. Both men turned to go up the +terrace steps. +</p> + +<p> +"Have you quarrelled?" +</p> + +<p> +"No." +</p> + +<p> +"Where's she gone off to?" +</p> + +<p> +"I don't know. She has sent you here to comfort me, no +doubt." Then, hoping to conceal his wound, he added +wryly: "Rather a painful mission, eh?" +</p> + +<p> +Nikolai glanced at him and, cogitating upon the young +man's equivocal situation, mused: "Least said, soonest +mended!" +</p> + +<p> +"What do you say to half an hour's row?" said Andreas +coming suddenly to a halt. "Are you hungry? No? Hi! +Domenico! Get the boat out!" +</p> + +<p> +The Russian was quick to perceive that his friend fought +shy of the house, and readily acquiesced in the plan. Soon +the two of them were facing each other in the boat, one +at the oars while his comrade steered. Andreas was still +in his dressing-gown, hatless; Nikolai in white trousers, +blue blazer, and a tight-fitting cap. They eyed one another +surreptitiously, yet each was aware of his companion's +scrutiny. Andreas's countenance made a strong appeal to +Nikolai. It was a wilful face, crowned with a wealth of +curly hair, which was not quite in keeping with the gentle +curve of the mouth. He thought: +</p> + +<p> +"I can well understand why women should prefer him +to me." +</p> + +<p> +Andreas, for his part, gazed fixedly at Nikolai, trying +to extract the secret of his soul by a contemplation of his +facial characteristics. Accustomed to reading people at a +glance, he jumped now to the conclusion that the high +cheek-bones prevalent among the Slavs denoted fanatical +asceticism, the deep-set eyes betokened moderation in +enjoyment, the thin, long nose must signify cautiousness +when dealing with fellow mortals, the fine, rather thin +growth of hair must prove that the owner had early +experienced the joys of the flesh, the reticence of his +deportment and the noble lines of the hand that lay on the +gunwale showed him to be a man of taste and of aristocratic +birth. The poet said to himself: +</p> + +<p> +"I have known all this from the first day of our +acquaintance." +</p> + +<p> +"Shall we land?" The voice broke in on the silence as +the boat neared Isola Madre. +</p> + +<p> +Slowly the two friends climbed the hill. The morning +freshness still pervaded the air. A bird trilled its rapture +from bushes which scattered their leaves with lavish +generosity over the yellow path, while, all around, the +glittering expanse of the lake sent up dappled reflections amid +the green. The youths strode forward on a carpet of moss +and closely cropped ivy. At length they reached the warmer +part of the island, passed through the flower-decked forest +of rhododendrons, disappeared among thickets of pink +camellias, brushed away the dew from the tall sprays of +meadowsweet, and emerged amid the mimosas whose +arid branches waved their ochre-tinted plumes like immense +powder-puffs in the air. Sedate, delicate, and elastic, like +well-trained German countesses, the cedars thrust their +dark heads upward towards the sky, and the laurels, their +branches constrained on espalier frames, or fettered together +to form bouquets, or clipped into shapes and figurines, +stretched out arms imploringly as if in longing for their +leaves to be used to cool the fevered brows of inspired poets. +</p> + +<p> +No word was spoken as the two friends slowly climbed +the hill. Every turn in the path, every plant, every shade +and sound and smell, brought the beloved woman visibly +and palpably before Andreas's eyes. Here they had +wandered together; this was her very world. She had felt all +these things, had spoken of them romantically or with +worldly wisdom, with irreverence or mystery, just as the +spirit moved her. And all she said was impregnated with +such a power of imaginative faculty as is only to be found +as a rule among children of exceptional gifts. +</p> + +<p> +They had reached the pergola of Chinese tea-roses +through whose yellow blossoms glimpses of Monte Rosa +could be seen amid a white-and-blue landscape. Suddenly +Andreas came to a standstill, laid his hand affectionately +on his companion's shoulder, and began talking as if the +latter had actively participated in his whole train of thought. +As he spoke he gesticulated, and his voice was agitated +as if he were experiencing the excitement of a new discovery. +</p> + +<p> +"An atmosphere of freedom envelops her—do you understand +that, Nikolai? Freedom such as—such as hovers around +that mountain over there, so that it can rear its crest of +ice upward towards the sun, such as pervades this pergola +whose roses have graciously permitted a gardener's hand to +twine their shoots round the trellis, such freedom as the +warm surface of this lake exhales at noon and yet enables +it at midnight to mirror the coldly shining stars. Do you +realize what it is we are ever in search of? Perfect art +accompanied by innocent cheer. Fullness, mystery hand in +hand with absolute clarity, the appropriate mood to every +hour; wisdom and foolishness, surmise and knowledge, +the past freed from sorrow, the magical recipe which will +enable us to be bold and modest at one and the same +moment, the masters of life and the servitors of fate.... +Do you know Diana?" +</p> + +<p> +He threw the four words at his friend as if they were a +ball for Nikolai to catch. Before the Russian could answer, +he exclaimed: +</p> + +<p> +"You have seen her once, she told me so. Just once; +for a few minutes. But that would be long enough for you +to realize everything...." +</p> + +<p> +"What did she say?" asked Nikolai, trying to recall the +incidents of the encounter. +</p> + +<p> +They sat down on two wrought-iron chairs which they +found tilted against the balustrade of the uppermost +terrace. Andreas threw one leg over the other, rested his +elbows on the parapet, and propped up his head while his +eyes travelled over the waters. Then his attention was +caught by a stray branch which he carefully plaited into +the trellis-work lest it should be broken. Though he was +unaware of it, he had assumed Diana's characteristic pose. +Without stirring, he resumed the thread of his discourse. +</p> + +<p> +"One day, when I was sorting some papers, your photo +tumbled out on to the floor. She picked it up and said: +'I know this face.' To which I replied: 'He's a friend of +mine.'—'That's a good thing,' said she, 'I met him once, +not so very long ago'—you know how vague she is about +dates, and how definite is her remembrance of places—'it +must have been in Milan last autumn, one day as I +came out of the twilit cathedral. I was wearied with the +darkness, and the mass I had been attending. Nevertheless +the square with its noisy trams and people and loafing +youths, disgusted me. Where could I creep away to +quietude? I questioned the oracle. Should I go to right or +left? Since the next comer approached me from the left, +I determined to go in that direction. The oracle was +favourable, for from the narrow street a shop-front beckoned +me. I was rooted to the spot. Huge butterflies from +Brazil were spread before me in cases. Their wings might +have been made of precious stones, so dazzling were the +colours. I seemed to be entering into a night of +stars'—you are laughing?" +</p> + +<p> +"I am only laughing because," protested Nikolai, "I +remember standing at her side, studying the fearless line +of her profile and marvelling at the fervour of her +contemplation." +</p> + +<p> +"At last she saw you and spoke to you," continued +Andreas. +</p> + +<p> +"'Conosce quello, Signore?' said a clear voice in my ear," +and Nikolai, too, seemed unconsciously to assume one +of Diana's characteristic poses. "But I had to admit that +I knew nothing about them." +</p> + +<p> +Andreas had not heard his friend's words. Yet he gathered +Diana's question together as if it were some costly +jewel worth studying in a good light. He turned the phrase +over this way and that, untiringly reiterating: "Conosce +quello, Signore? Conosce quello?" +</p> + +<p> +Nikolai awaited his friend's pleasure in silence. At length, +Andreas roused himself from his reverie with a laugh. +</p> + +<p> +"Do forgive me! What else did she say? She never told +me. All she confided to me was that, when you and she +were looking at the specimens together and were talking +about them, she had been struck by the melodiousness of +your voice and by the fine shape of your hand as it rested +on the glass." +</p> + +<p> +"But the really remarkable thing was yet to come," +exclaimed Nikolai. "At my request for information, she +pointed to this specimen and to that, telling me the place +in South America whence it came, the nature of the +forests it inhabited, together with the lakes and swamps it +needed for its well-being; she distinguished species from +varieties; indeed, had I not surprised the initial look of +imaginative delight she had cast on the scintillating +assembly, I might have fancied her a member of a +zoological academy—and incontinently taken to flight!" +</p> + +<p> +Andreas nodded his appreciation, and said encouragingly: +</p> + +<p> +"Well, and what did she say next?" +</p> + +<p> +"She stretched out her hand towards me, and, with a +look that glanced at me and then back to the butterflies +again, in a tone that was charmingly candid and yet +ambiguous, at once delighting me and imposing a barrier to +further advance, she said: 'Beautiful!' Her lips remained +slightly apart, and her curls were lifted in the breeze as she +turned to go." +</p> + +<p> +"You did not try to discover who she was?" +</p> + +<p> +"I do not wantonly pry into the secrets of fate! Still, +destiny held something in store for me. A week later, as +I was leaving Countess Borromeo's, she came in, and the +footman announced her name." +</p> + +<p> +"I told her yours while she was here," observed Andreas. +Then, impetuously, he held his hand out to his friend. +Nikolai grasped it warmly, and said: +</p> + +<p> +"When I learned last February that you and she had +vanished after the carnival ball..." +</p> + +<p> +"Were you uneasy?" interrupted Andreas with some +acerbity, trying to withdraw his hand. Nikolai resisted the +attempt, maintaining a firm grip and laying his left hand +affectionately on the back of his friend's right. +</p> + +<p> +"On the contrary, I felt perfectly happy. Remembering +that you are a poet, I thought: 'He could not have fallen +into better hands!'" +</p> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<p><a id="chap0103"></a></p> + +<h3> +CHAPTER THREE +</h3> + +<p> +Twelve hours later, as +they sat on the terrace of the white house, they were still +talking of her. The coloured lampions overhead swayed +gently in the breeze. +</p> + +<p> +"She has bestowed many a beautiful hymn upon you," +murmured Nikolai, closing the book upon his finger. "I +should like to hear you read this one," he continued, +handing over the volume wherein Andreas had copied the +poems he had recently composed. The poet glanced through +the one his friend had indicated. After turning a few pages, +he paused, meditated a moment, then began reading aloud, +making no effort to conceal his emotion. His voice hummed +through the quiet May night. When he had finished, he +sat motionless, gazing at the lights along the shore, the +twinkling, moving lights. +</p> + +<p> +"Movement," he said softly. "Poetry merely creates petrified +images. Paper, written over with conventional signs +... and there, without, every day sees a mighty...." +</p> + +<p> +"Be thankful for what you have," interposed his friend. +"Could you expect greater treasures from yourself or from +the world than...?" +</p> + +<p> +"The world! The world! Greater treasures! The whole +silly business sickens me. I want to do something totally +different." +</p> + +<p> +It seemed as if he had been controlling such an outbreak +all day, as he flung out of his chair and strode to the edge +of the terrace. He leaned upon the parapet, throwing his +arms outward towards the lake as though he craved to +grasp the world, the mainland, which in the twinkling +lights seemed alluringly close to the island. +</p> + +<p> +"I want to possess all that, do you hear? Possess it, not +write poems about it. I don't want to capture rare and +lovely things from the world! This evening I am filled +with the feeling that all my six-and-twenty years have +been passed on an island, passed in contemplation, a pencil +in my hand, agog to catch a rhythm here or a harmony +there—while, across the water the train on the Simplon +railway was hurrying men and women through the world, +day in day out for six-and-twenty years." +</p> + +<p> +He turned abruptly, and marched towards his friend. +Thumping the table so that the glasses rang, he exclaimed: +</p> + +<p> +"You fancy that Diana is my muse because this sheaf +of poems has fallen from her hand on to my field? Listen, +Nikolai, you don't know her! She is a missile, an arrow, +ever speeding in front of you, ever tempting you to run +in emulation of its swift flight. You saw her for ten +seconds; but have you gained nothing from her passage? You +are a seer? Yet have you not penetrated to deeper things +because you have seen her? Tell me, am I become +clearer-sighted or madder since she went?" +</p> + +<p> +He dropped to his knees beside his friend's chair and, +fixing his blazing eyes upon Nikolai, seemed to wrench +the words from the latter's lips. +</p> + +<p> +"No, you are not mad. That very evening, after I had +seen her, I went home vowing to make use of every year +that was left to me of youth to cultivate all that was worth +while in me. During the ensuing six months I wrote my +book on morphology, a work which had remained on the +stocks for so long." +</p> + +<p> +"Have you finished it?" +</p> + +<p> +"It's to be published this summer." +</p> + +<p> +"Do tell me how you felt that evening...." +</p> + +<p> +"I took the beautiful creature to be an apparition, a sign +and a portent, a call to action. As far as I was concerned, +she was nameless, and simple; as well-informed as she was +charming. What did I care when, later, I discovered that +she was a society dame, frequenting the palace of a princess, +and possessing a name like any one else? She had been +sent to me in the street where the butterflies were to +inspire me with the will to put my plans into execution. +Voicelessly she summoned me to work. Therefore—do +you get on with your task, likewise!" +</p> + +<p> +"How do you know that this is my work?" asked +Andreas, tapping the book of poems. "You saw her only +for a fleeting moment, and yet, what a stimulus she has +been to you. But I have imbibed her very blood! You'll +never guess what she said last night. She was leaning on +this railing, pressing her knee against the balustrade, her +silk dress aflutter in the wind; it was orange-coloured and +clung to her lithe young body; tendrils of hair were +gently caught by the breeze. Speaking very softly, she +said: 'The swallows are coming north again. Though the +road be long, they find their way unerringly. When they +fly above a ship, there is a sound of rushing aloft as if +fine steel wings were clashing one upon the other. How +free they are! Free; and yet fate's hand is uplifted over +them as it is over our heads. They are in the grip of fear, +just as we ourselves are, as soon as one of their company +shows signs of exhaustion. Half an hour more, a short +half hour only, separates them from the island; their +strength must last till then. One final sweep of the wings +and they will reach their goal. It is will that drives them, +will alone!'—Suddenly she began to sob. The paroxysm +lasted but a minute while she was shaken by unseen +forces. Then she dried her eyes and looked at me with +a smile. After a while she laughed and, throwing her +head back, pulled me towards her and kissed me, crying: +'Poet!' +</p> + +<p> +"Believe me, Nikolai, at that moment she bade me +farewell. Because of the daring mockery she was able to +infuse into that one, perilous word, she had to leave me +after uttering it. I was taken aback, and, since I am ever +at a loss in such circumstances, all I found to say was: +'Are you hankering to join the flock, Diana? Do you +want to go with the common herd across the waters of +the lake?'—She laughed again, and as she lay lightly +in my arms she said, with a complete change of voice and +of manner as if her mood vacillated between coquetry and +mystery: 'Perhaps, sometimes, why not? Among the herd, +one is lost to sight!'" +</p> + +<p> +Nikolai frowned, while with listless impatience he struck +a light in spite of the fact that his cigarette was glowing +cheerfully. +</p> + +<p> +"Well, well, Poet, you can't hope to have things otherwise. +Over the lake! Don't allow yourself to be misled +by the dazzling lights of adventure. Many a promising +lad has perished in the quest, to rue the day when he fell +away from the right track. Diana was not mocking you +when she called you poet; that is your true name. This +little batch of poems is no more than a prelude. Remember +the fine plans you dreamed of carrying out. When you are +calmer, you must build upon her inspiration, and thus you +will become reconciled to her flight." +</p> + +<p> +Andreas faced his friend abruptly. +</p> + +<p> +"What? Is this the same voice I once heard speaking to +me from the shades of Tartarus? Reconciled? Is that all +you have to say after a sublime experience? Was it not you +who, just now, spoke of: 'A call to action'? I must get +away." +</p> + +<p> +Nikolai, who knew his friend's restless temperament +from of old, who knew that the quiet days in love's garden +were but an episode in the course of the ceaseless flow of +turbulent waters, did not make direct answer, but merely +asked: "Where do you intend to go?" +</p> + +<p> +"On to the mainland! Away from my island! To active +life! Into the fray!" +</p> + +<p> +"Travel?" +</p> + +<p> +"That's no more than play." +</p> + +<p> +"To work in a factory?" +</p> + +<p> +"That takes too long." +</p> + +<p> +"Get into a ministerial post?" +</p> + +<p> +"That would mean returning to Vienna which I left +years ago. But I was wondering..." +</p> + +<p> +"Well?" +</p> + +<p> +"What about the diplomatic service?" +</p> + +<p> +"In that career, too, you'll have to climb a ladder!" +</p> + +<p> +"Maybe I'll climb ten rungs at a time right at the start!" +</p> + +<p> +Nikolai said nothing, but he thought: +</p> + +<p> +"Can that be the ideal aim of a poet? What has happened +to the young people of today? They all want distraction, +instead of concentrating on one activity. A hankering +after adventures seems to fill them; even the strongest +natures are led astray by dreams of power; the finest flower +of Europe's young citizens is eagerly seeking for movement +and ever more movement. Well, at any rate I've not +been touched by the microbe!" +</p> + +<p> +"I see you don't approve," said Andreas. +</p> + +<p> +"Your best sonnet is of greater value than all your dreams +of power and glory." +</p> + +<p> +"Of greater value? To whom, pray?" +</p> + +<p> +"To your own soul." +</p> + +<p> +Nikolai, convinced that this evening would be a decisive +one in their friendship, that they were here and now at +the parting of the ways, which might sever them for many +years, to bring them together again only after battles, and +victories, and disappointments, rose from his chair, emptied +his glass, reached out his hand to his friend, and said: +</p> + +<p> +"It is late. I was up early this morning. I'll get along to +bed." +</p> + +<p> +But Andreas, in his passionate devotion, flung his arm +round his friend's shoulders, and exclaimed: +</p> + +<p> +"Don't give me up! Have confidence in my star." +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p> +Andreas lighted his candle and sought his own room, +followed closely by Othello. The dog, who was always +quick to understand changes in his master's life, realized +that once more, as in former days, they were to live by +themselves. Yet he was not happy at the prospect. He +had not been jealous of Diana, as dogs are wont to be +where a woman, and in especial where the beloved +mistress of the master, is concerned. Each morning he had +raised the latch of the bathroom door and had come to +the bedside. Then, resting his forelegs on the coverlet at +the foot, Ke had laid his massive head between them, near +enough to sniff Diana's fragrance as she lay in her place +next the wall. Thus would he remain, his earnest eyes +never weary of looking at the young woman whom he +allowed his master to house. He never attempted to fling +himself across their bodies, well knowing that he would +prove too heavy. Besides, a dog's proper place is at his +master's feet, and Othello was not one to break the law. +</p> + +<p> +Andreas guessed the Great Dane's thoughts, just as +Othello guessed his master's. Without awaiting a sign, the +dog took up his position on the white skin that served as +bedside rug. He had never done this before. Andreas, for +his part, flung himself half dressed on to the bed. He wished +to avoid direct contact with the cool white pillow at his +side. As he lay there gazing into the darkness, he seemed +to hear a voice saying: "Te quiero!" The very words Diana +had spoken to him at their first encounter that night of +the masked ball! She had entered his life when taking +part in a procession of masqueraders, in a fanciful get-up, +sandals on her bare feet, a long yellow chiton flowing round +her figure, a delicate crown of ivy in her wilful locks. +The vision had floated past him as he sat on the steps +heavy of heart and watchful. Then she had paused, had +stepped out of the ranks, had flung her sun-kissed arm +round his neck, and had said, her voice ringing like pure +metal in his ear: "Io te quiero!" (I choose thee.) +</p> + +<p> +That night they passed in an almost ceaseless dance +together. Next day they found themselves in the Milan +train, hastening northward. On the morrow they had +reached the island. +</p> + +<p> +Andreas roused himself. Had he not heard the closing +of a door? She often went to shut the door leading on to +the terrace.... "Othello, did you hear nothing? Where is +Diana now?" The boyish eyes peered anxiously, almost +defiantly, into the darkness. "Why? How could you mar +the sweet harmony of our lives this way? Diana! Diana!" +</p> + +<p> +His trembling lips breathed the name very softly. As +he turned over on to the pillow where her head had lain, +he suddenly drew back. Was not this the place where, in +the cool of the night, he had leaned over the young body? +Had he not, in the flickering candle-light, stroked the firm +and satiny skin which had been bronzed by the sun; had +his poet's hand not travelled over the deep bosom, on which +the delicate breasts rose and fell as she breathed; had he +not caressed those boyish hips so devoid of passionate desire—for +always, until last night, she seemed rather to tolerate +his hot wooing than to crave for it, seemed to be armed +for battle rather than for the joys of the flesh. +</p> + +<p> +Images of delight floated round the wearied youth, pictures +of bliss he had experienced on this couch; and with +all the power of a rich imagination he once again drew +Diana into his arms. +</p> + +<p> +Othello kept watch throughout the night, his great head +resting on his crossed paws as he lay at his master's feet. +</p> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<p><a id="chap0104"></a></p> + +<h3> +CHAPTER FOUR +</h3> + +<p> +"Wanted: lady with +knowledge of many languages, Balkan tongues desirable, +secretarial work. Call between 10 and 11. Second +courtyard on left...." +</p> + +<p> +Diana glanced down at her wrist-watch. Nine-thirty! +She paid the bill for her breakfast, left the modest hotel +where she had put up, and struck out through the park +towards the centre of the town. +</p> + +<p> +That morning when she had gone to Milan—was it +only last Sunday?—she had been urged onward by an inner +force which made her willingly look forward to undertaking +almost any kind of work be it never so humdrum. +She was tired of the south, and was filled with longing for +a northern climate. Such restlessness often seized her +towards May or June, and the north appealed to her at no +other time of the year. She had clasped her hands and had +examined them as if to sample their usefulness; her eyes +had travelled up to the massive line of the Alps, that +mysterious wall cutting her off from her second self in the +north. Six years of untrammelled wandering had taught +her to look upon chance happenings as the bridge of fate +leading to the unknown. +</p> + +<p> +"How long ago was it?" she asked herself that evening +as she looked out of the window in the train. "Two years? +No, it must be three since I took up a job because I needed +to do so. Lack of money and the wish no longer to lead a +quiet life always seem to coincide! Should I go to Paris? +No, London would be better. But I went to Paris where +I worked under Charpentier at the institute.... What +extraordinary things developed out of that move! Of +course the parting had been easier, Sidney was in good +hands, and Father... Father..." +</p> + +<p> +She laid her hot forehead against the cold window-pane +and caught her own reflection in the glass. Suddenly she +became aware of lights creeping by, slowly and stealthily +when they were away there across the wide fields, and +like a flash when they were near the line. "Other people's +destinies are crossing my path through this transparent +pane. Always these alien destinies, which I have not +summoned, move athwart my eyes, and I am doomed, nay +rather, I am blessed in being allowed to let them go by. +Stars! I would that the starlight might once again delight +my eyes...." +</p> + +<p> +Diana looked up, but the sky was overcast. On reaching +Milan the other day she found that her total cash amounted +to fifteen hundred francs. One thousand she spent in +buying underclothes, two hats, one evening gown, and a +costume for day-time use. She was wearing the latter now, +with a white blouse, a plain straw hat, and comfortable, +low-heeled shoes. Neither jewellery nor flowers were there +to relieve the Puritan simplicity of her toilet. But her +efforts to assume the aspect of an ordinary office girl were +unsuccessful. In the first place she did not trip along, or +strut, or slouch; she just walked. Her carriage, too, +betrayed her, for her head was well poised on the broad +shoulders and her elastic body swayed rhythmically from +the slender hips. She looked like one accustomed to much +rowing and riding. Her arched brows gave her away, as +did likewise her hands with their long, delicate fingers +and the finely moulded wrists. Above all, her face denied +her assumed profession. The bronzed profile was that of a +young Sicilian, such as Antonello da Messina loved to +portray. Everything in her belied the character she had +endeavoured to suggest by means of clothes and her +alias. +</p> + +<p> +"This is a very fine park," she thought, "but the lawns +should not have been fenced in, nor all the paths made into +alley ways, nor every bush clipped into a round. How +obsessed the north is with its dreams of the south! Fearing +its own peculiarities it becomes a mere imitator, and tries +to tame all that would fain be wild." +</p> + +<p> +She turned into the central walk which ran in a perfectly +straight line from entry to exit. Here the great town +seemed inspired with the wish to hide its practical, +everyday life behind luxuriant trees, while all the time the +electric trams went screeching and roaring through the ancient +forest. Diana sped on. +</p> + +<p> +"Whenever I wake in this city I feel that it is in some +small degree akin to me, that it responds to the northern +half of my make-up. Did ever town spur one on to activity +as this one does? Is London or New York so incorruptible? +I am glad that I am going into its very heart. Here I +shall be able to work just like other people; indeed I must! +High time I began again...." +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p> +Diana had now been a week at her secretarial post. +She had adopted a new name, determined to forget the +past, determined to be an unknown unit in the metropolis +and thus to avoid head-waggings and questions in regard +to her changed circumstances. She was scared at the idea +of repeating previous encounters on the same stage. Since +she was entirely free from sentimentality, she fostered +memories only when they could prove useful to her +development. This time, she had resolved to bury them. +</p> + +<p> +She sat in the little whitewashed room with its two doors +always flung wide, while twenty voices could be heard +clamouring simultaneously, the simplest sentence being +uttered with the loudness characteristic of persons whose +profession it is to be ever on the go. After a while she +glanced up, and gazed at the patch of grey wall to be +seen above the reflector which did its best to cast a little +daylight into the dark office. +</p> + +<p> +"It's one o'clock," she mused. "We should be coming +from our swim. Andreas's bathing-wrap would fly open +and he'd pick his way gingerly over the stones.... He +never liked them! The Barbary doves used to fly out of +our path and flutter overhead. Domenico would speak of +the wind, and would tell us that the weather had set fair +till the new moon.... Till the new moon, an eternity, +two whole weeks! A fortnight of clear skies and sunshine +and wind. When before did the days seem so long; when +before had I ever wished them to be unending? What if +Othello could trace me to this cell? ... He'd lay hold of +our bald-headed editor who always comes singing into the +office, and would shake him by the slack of the trousers! +Only for a while, only for a little while I must hold out +here...." +</p> + +<p> +She set to work again. There were articles from Turkish +newspapers to be translated, Serbian reports to run through, +Greek pamphlets to be read. Everything had to be summarized +as tersely as possible and at topmost speed. She found +the task interesting, for she knew the countries well. +Certain names would provoke her to laughter, for though they +now stormed through a troubled Europe as signatures to +telegrams, a year ago they were absolutely unknown save +in the locality where their bearers dwelt; the names of +petty lawyers, nervous young deputies, and the like. On the +flowery island confronting Pallanza, she had dreamed away +her days in blissful ignorance of events in the world +without, events which her contemporaries in self-complacent +optimism chose to call "historical." +</p> + +<p> +"Fräulein Linke!" +</p> + +<p> +Diana answered promptly. +</p> + +<p> +"Yes, Herr Larisch." +</p> + +<p> +"Have you any Belgrade left? We want another twenty +lines of Belgrade stuff for tonight." +</p> + +<p> +The owner of the voice now appeared in the doorway. +The man was big and shapeless, wore his pince-nez astride +a thick nose. His left hand was in his trouser pocket and +was for ever fidgeting with the contents, while with his +right he pulled the collar away from his neck as if to +give himself more breathing space. +</p> + +<p> +"Herr Mailuft has of course gone to sleep at the vital +moment, and yet he's well paid and for a year and a half +has had nothing to do but run up expenses! That comes of +engaging literary men to do journalistic work. Do you +know what the fellow did the day the prince was hunted +out of Albania? He sent a long wire describing a sunset +over the mountains of Epirus!" +</p> + +<p> +Diana laughed. The speaker, who was delighted at her +appreciation of his wit, continued: +</p> + +<p> +"You may well laugh. They just sink into places others +have prepared for them, and have no responsibilities. If +their work is not done one day they can just as well do +it the next. I wouldn't mind taking on a job like that.—How +do you come to know all their mad tongues, Fräulein? +Have you ever been there? A pretty sort of amusement. +What are those people to us, I should like to know. It's +the diplomats' fault when poor innocent nations are +involved in such a crisis." +</p> + +<p> +By now he had got into his stride, and had no difficulty +in pursuing his discourse. +</p> + +<p> +"The reason is obvious. Not until there is a parliamentary +government which has assumed control over ministers +of State and diplomatists, not until the responsibility +of such persons to the duly elected representatives of the +people has been enforced by a written constitution..." +</p> + +<p> +"No disquisitions here, Larisch; that is the chief's +prerogative. Here's the stuff for your evening edition, just +count the words, I must see where it is best to break +off...." +</p> + +<p> +Larisch, crestfallen, withdrew to his own place in the +neighbouring room, thus making way for the newcomer +who stepped over to the writing-table where Diana was at +work, and sat down opposite her. His mocking eyes twinkled +at her from behind gold-rimmed spectacles, yet Diana +could detect an underlying melancholy which may have +been due to disappointment at lack of recognition for his +talents. He looked at her placidly and kindly, folded his +hands on the table, and said: +</p> + +<p> +"Do you think Larisch is right?" Without waiting for +an answer, he continued to hold forth in the way natural +to those who have the gift of words and like to hear +the sound of their own voices. "As if it were not thus in +every country, as if, indeed, it were not highly desirable +that the few should decide the fate of millions! As if, for +instance, you, my good Larisch," he turned round and +raised his voice, quite disregarding the fact that his words +could be heard by the whole office, "as if you could sit +there in peace and quiet were it not that our honoured +father, the blessings of Allah be on him, pays you a monthly +wage of nine hundred marks in beautiful blue bank-notes +counted out to you by a grim-visaged Cerberus at the cash +desk, not to mention pension insurance, Christmas bonuses, +and all the rest...." +</p> + +<p> +"Why are you inditing rhapsodies in terms of contracts?" +cried the oily voice from the next room. "Besides, +unless I am well paid for it, how can I sub-edit the +precious material sent in by our worthy chief?" He modified +his voice as he came in with the papers. "It's poor stuff +again today. Not infrequently—what is it Horace +says?—'dormitat Homerus'! 'Thoughts!' said Socrates. 'Thoughts, +Gentlemen, if you please!' exclaimed Lassalle. A polished +style is not enough to get us out of this coil. When I recall +the happy days in which straightforward German was the +fashion here! One had not then to overhaul every sentence +in order to see whether Nietzsche might not have expressed +the news-item more pithily. We're too refined nowadays, +old chap...." +</p> + +<p> +He suddenly cut short his eloquence. Scherer, the owner +of the paper, stood on the threshold. The advent of this +little god almighty before whom even the editor, according +to Larisch's mythological hierarchy, was but as Mercury +to Jupiter, had become so rare an occurrence that +when he did appear his presence caused no small amount +of perturbation. Scherer, the financier and head of the +great publishing house, was still a comparatively young +man. He was the son of the founder (God rest his soul) +of this international journal; but there was no trace in +him of the humble origin of his forbears, nor, indeed, +could one detect any sign of degeneracy in him. He +combined the maturity of a carefully trained successor with +the reposeful qualities of the democrat of the second +generation, and he clothed his whole being with so earnest +a philosophical outlook that he was bound to attract the +mistrust of every circle he came into contact with either +in the realm of business or in the realm of thought. +</p> + +<p> +The two male subordinates stood to attention as the big +man entered, but Diana kept her seat and analysed his +character by the mode of his entry. She looked him squarely +in the face, undismayed by his prestige. His eyes were +dark, and it seemed to her that they were out of place in +their blond setting behind the horn spectacles. Or did they, +perhaps, betoken a certain unrest in this head which +seemed cast in metal, and over which an artificial +constraint of silence had been imposed? Diana was quite +unaware that she was gazing at him with as much concentration +as a playgoer looking at an actor through opera +glasses. The chief noticed her scrutiny, and thought: +</p> + +<p> +"That's no ordinary secretary." +</p> + +<p> +"Are you the one," he continued aloud, "who sent in +this detailed statement, or, rather, this summary, +yesterday?" +</p> + +<p> +The two men withdrew, and closed the door with a +great deal of noise as much as to say that they had not +the slightest interest in what was to follow. Diana nodded. +As she recognized her own handwriting the blood crept +slowly upward into her face until she was blushing all +over. Meanwhile, she was thinking: +</p> + +<p> +"A metallic voice. I've no liking for tenors as a rule, +but the voice suits the man...." +</p> + +<p> +"It's very good, Fräulein..." +</p> + +<p> +He waited for her to help him out with the name. +</p> + +<p> +"Linke," said Diana, as if she had never been called +anything else. +</p> + +<p> +"Fräulein Linke, excellent. My name is Scherer. Were +you ever in the Balkans? Correspondent?" He took the +chair on the opposite side of the writing-table. +</p> + +<p> +"I've not as yet done any newspaper work. I was +travelling." +</p> + +<p> +He looked at her more attentively, and thought: +</p> + +<p> +"Proud. She says: 'Not as yet.' Avoids the word +'never'—which might serve her very well, for she must know that +this first essay of hers has struck me very favourably." +</p> + +<p> +Slowly, he set about questioning her, testing her: +</p> + +<p> +"You were travelling?" +</p> + +<p> +"Yes." +</p> + +<p> +She threw the syllable into the air, raising her chin +in the act and thus avoiding his scrutiny. The word rang +forth with bell-like purity, shutting the door upon +further questions; it verged on rebuff; was self-confident, +full of a sense of responsibility, determined. A second or +two passed while she felt his analytical gaze upon her. +Then the clear-toned voice was saying; +</p> + +<p> +"They told me that a woman had put this report together.... +There's a good deal of noise here.... You are not +as a matter of fact engaged to do editorial work. I'll +find you an office over in the firm.... Will you step +across with me?..." +</p> + +<p> +They rose. Diana gathered her papers together. He did +not attempt to help her. Arrived at the door, he made an +almost imperceptible movement to allow her to pass out +first. +</p> + +<p> +The whole office was agog. The two eavesdroppers were +immediately surrounded by an inquisitive crowd. It never +entered any of their heads that Scherer had come to +make gallant overtures—they knew him too well! Within +their knowledge, there had never been the faintest rumour +of such things in his connexion. What could he be after? +Who was this new employee? +</p> + +<p> +"What did he say?"—"What did she say?"—came from +three or four typists simultaneously. Larisch answered +evasively. +</p> + +<p> +"Fish and find out, girls! Do you want a share of the +good luck? You need only come to my department!" +</p> + +<p> +"Your department? Oh, Herr Larisch!" +</p> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<p><a id="chap0105"></a></p> + +<h3> +CHAPTER FIVE +</h3> + +<p> +It was still daylight as carriage +after carriage drew up before the colonnade of the +opera house. Although the beauty of this evening in May +had called every one forth to enjoy the fresh air, the +house was sold out. Diana had not thought of such a +possibility, and was aggrieved, wellnigh humiliated, when +she found herself unable to get in, and saw other women +mounting the red carpeted stairway which she felt she +should be treading in their stead. They were foes, +making no effort to conceal their triumph! The sound of the +call-bell irritated her; it seemed to go on interminably, +summoning the audience to hurry. She gazed with longing +eyes at the press of people entering the vestibule; then, +slowly, she walked down the wide steps. +</p> + +<p> +Home? The word sent a chill through her. She could +not face going back defeated, to the little room which for +two weeks now had served her as sleeping place. +</p> + +<p> +She had spent every evening of the fortnight in solitude. +It was her wont during such periods of vital change +deliberately to impose seclusion upon herself. She had +written to none of her friends, for she was saturated with a +fatalistic sentiment of adventure which made her await +developments. At night she would go for a walk along the +water's edge; Sunday would be devoted to revisiting old +favourites in the museums, old yet ever fresh as endowed +with eternal youth; or, silently she would pursue her way +along the streets, looking at new buildings. Then, again, +the big shops and cafes would attract her critical eye, +and she would study the present-day fashions and tastes. +Such were her recreations. Her work in Scherer's office +absorbed all her intellectual energies; and ambition, which +ever acted as a spur to this woman, goaded her on to give +of her best. Tonight, however, <i>Carmen</i> was to be played, +and this was an opera which Diana could never bear to miss. +</p> + +<p> +"Shut out! Here am I, not able to hear; and yet I +belong to this tragedy far more vitally than do all those +women who have only come to listen to the new singer. +Shall I go for a drive? It would cost too much; besides it's +too late, and my dress is all wrong!" +</p> + +<p> +An open car drove up. A tall man in evening dress +stepped out, flinging a black evening cloak over his arm. +Diana was struck pleasantly by the gesture. She was +likewise delighted with the look of the taxi, and moved +forward to engage it. Suddenly she stopped, drew back a +pace or two, and turned pale from mingled alarm and joy. +</p> + +<p> +"Sidney!" +</p> + +<p> +"Diana!" +</p> + +<p> +The exclamations rang out almost simultaneously as +brother and sister recognized one another. In three strides +the young man was at her side, feeling rather embarrassed, +and as if caught in the act of doing something he +should not. He himself was at a loss to account for the +feeling. He bent over her gloved hand, and asked with a +smile: +</p> + +<p> +"Are you startled?" +</p> + +<p> +Yes, this was actually her brother. Those were his long, +finely chiselled features, his slim, delicately moulded limbs, +his fair, curly hair, which refused to submit to the +discipline of a parting—much to the chagrin of this +fashionably dressed young gentleman. How alike the two +were! His skin, however, contrasted with hers in that it +was of the tint of ivory, whereas hers was a golden brown. +Her body too, as any one with an eye could guess in spite +of her cloak and her gown, differed greatly from that of +the frail, effeminate youth. If she displayed the physical +vigour of a Tobias, he, on the contrary, was cut in the +softer lines of the youthful Sebastian. For the moment, +however, he was nothing but a slender young gentleman +in evening dress. +</p> + +<p> +Diana's face melted into an almost childlike laugh. She +looked like a girl of seventeen. After years of being with +persons of her own choice, she suddenly found herself +in the company of one to whom she belonged through ties +of kinship. Her proud nature was enchanted at the thought +of being dependent for a moment upon this callow boy +of nineteen whose senior she was by six years and upon +whom she had always looked as a kind of son. +</p> + +<p> +With the adaptability of lively natures, they soon recovered +from their first surprise at the unexpected encounter, +and, overcoming the innate reserve peculiar to them both, +they asked one another a few pointed questions: +</p> + +<p> +"Have you been here long?" +</p> + +<p> +"A short while," was her answer. +</p> + +<p> +"You wrote from Rome..." +</p> + +<p> +"Did I?" +</p> + +<p> +"Yes, a card with a pine tree on it and the words 'Via +Appia' beneath." +</p> + +<p> +"Where is Father?" +</p> + +<p> +"In London, I fancy. I have not seen him since March." +</p> + +<p> +"And you?" +</p> + +<p> +"Oh, I," he paused for a moment, nonplussed. Then: +"I'm going to the opera." +</p> + +<p> +"There are no more tickets!" +</p> + +<p> +"I've got a box." +</p> + +<p> +"So well off?" +</p> + +<p> +"I don't know. Did you think of going?" +</p> + +<p> +"Are you alone?" +</p> + +<p> +"Y—yes," he answered with some hesitancy. +</p> + +<p> +"Andiamo," cried she, slipping her hand lightly through +his arm. As they gaily ascended the steps she had recently +come down in so disappointed a mood, she thought: "I've +a brother. He's good-looking. He drove up in a taxi, +through this town, on this evening, to the very opera I +want to hear.... Life, O Life!" +</p> + +<p> +The lights had been lowered. As Diana let fall her +cloak, the orchestra struck up the first barbaric strains of +the prelude. The sounds surged over her, submerging her. +In two seconds she had completely forgotten her companion. +</p> + +<p> +Sidney was deaf to the music. Withdrawn into a corner +of the box, he sat obliquely behind Diana and contemplated +her with an expression mature beyond his age. He had not +seen her for three years. She had left London for Paris, +in the middle of winter, and had disappeared. Had those +been quiet days, he asked himself with the inner perturbation +of a youth whose childhood had been an agitated +one. She had been working in the British Museum Reading +Room; every morning she had gone there, to a seat +immediately on the left as you entered, beneath the huge glass +dome. When he came to fetch her, she would take him +to the galleries where the classical marbles were. Father +would have tea with them at the little boarding-house, +they'd chat together, the old man would pay the weekly +bill and would give them some pocket money. Diana used +to go out in the evening; he rarely knew who her +companion was on these occasions.... She had no women +friends, nor, indeed, had she ever had any. What could +she be doing here? Was she having a good time? How +lovely she looked in her green-and-white crêpe de chine +dress! Mentally, he estimated its cost. Her arms are +sunburned, she must have spent a long time in the country. +He paused in his meditation, and blinked his eyes in the +darkness. "All alone, without a ticket, at the opera.... +And she is wearing a white camellia. Could this be a shield +against love's attacks? In that case she must just have +emerged from a passionate episode! Yes, that's what it is; +and now she's in one of her ascetic periods. I could wager +she was not on the look-out for any one. A romantic +love affair ... somewhere away in the country.... +Fairly long ... probably in the south ... the camellia +for remembrance..." +</p> + +<p> +The curtain went up on the chorus of young folk in +the wide square of Seville. Diana, recovering from her +absorption in the music and the darkness, turned her head +towards her companion; her movement was deliberate, as +if she hoped it would give her once again the pleasurable +surprise of a few minutes ago. She liked him immensely, +and touched his foot softly with the point of her +slipper: +</p> + +<p> +"Sidney! How tall you have grown! Ti amo!" +</p> + +<p> +He whispered back: +</p> + +<p> +"Diana, I'm ever so proud of you. Why shouldn't I... +Why can't you be my sweetheart?" +</p> + +<p> +"You're not old enough!" +</p> + +<p> +Carmen's motif was being played; Carmen herself appeared. +Diana's eyes dilated, she raised her brows so high +that her forehead was wrinkled while with her right hand +she seized the edge of the box as if to steady herself. +Always when Carmen's voice fell on her ear, when the +tragically bold glance shot across the footlights, Diana +felt a premonitory flutter at her heart, a prophetic warning +of something still far away, hidden in the night of the +future. When, however, Carmen made her advances and +withdrew again, when at one moment she was unrestrained +and at another reserved, when she flung her sweet, mad +song at the officer's head, and with an almost sexual +bravado made as if to draw the young man into her arms, +Diana relaxed her hold, sank back on her chair, and drew +her wrap about her shoulders. She seemed to be the prey +of a mood which her brother could not fathom. +</p> + +<p> +The lights went up, and Diana hardly had time to pull +herself together before the door of the box was thrown +open and an officer came in. He brought his heels smartly +together on the threshold, and then advanced to kiss +Diana's hand. Diana sat quietly for a moment recovering +from her surprise. +</p> + +<p> +"You, Major!" she said at last. +</p> + +<p> +"My presence here is far less surprising than yours, for +I'm an habitué of the opera and have searched its seats +in vain for a sight of you for three years now." +</p> + +<p> +"My brother," said Diana who had been quick to observe +her visitor's uneasy glance towards the corner where +Sidney had ensconced himself. +</p> + +<p> +"Oh, I beg your pardon.... Had I not the pleasure +once...?" The words fell heavily like great drops of +rain before a storm. Indeed, one could almost fancy that +the growl of thunder was already in the air. "At that time +I did not know," the officer continued cautiously, for he +hardly believed in the kinship between the two, "that this +lady was your sister...." +</p> + +<p> +"I, too, had no idea that you had already met a member +of my family," interposed the young man with subtle +irony. +</p> + +<p> +Diana thought: +</p> + +<p> +"Our two terriers, Jack and Jill, used to snarl at one +another in exactly the same way over their feeding bowl in +the old days in London!" +</p> + +<p> +She turned to the major: "Won't you stay?" +</p> + +<p> +"With pleasure, if I may," he answered, looking a rather +arrogant inquiry at Sidney. +</p> + +<p> +"I shall be delighted, too. I am my sister's guest." +</p> + +<p> +As the lights went out, the major took his place so +close to Diana's side that he could whisper in her ear, +very softly, hardly moving his lips as he spoke: +</p> + +<p> +"You are simply wonderful!" +</p> + +<p> +"Thanks." +</p> + +<p> +"I've always been on the look-out for you. I knew that +some day or other you'd return." +</p> + +<p> +"And here I am." +</p> + +<p> +"But you never wrote a line...." +</p> + +<p> +"I could not. It had to be one thing or the +other.— Still suffering from jealousy?" +</p> + +<p> +"Horribly!" +</p> + +<p> +"It really is my brother." +</p> + +<p> +"Swear?" +</p> + +<p> +"On your sword," she breathed, placing her hand on the +hilt of his weapon as it thrust forward among the folds of +her dress. +</p> + +<p> +"Diana," he urged, pressing closer. +</p> + +<p> +"No!" +</p> + +<p> +Ostentatiously she drew away from him, and turned +towards Sidney. The latter had heard the whispered +exchange of words and had been watching the couple, +wondering where he had seen the man before. Slowly came the +remembrance of a somewhat shady night club. Yes, it +was there they had met; the officer was in mufti, the +encounter lasted no more than a few seconds. Could the man +really have been an intimate of Diana's. Sisters should +be sexless! +</p> + +<p> +The major continued to whisper in Diana's ear, until +the great scene in the second act, where Carmen sings her +most seductive song, compelled him to silence. Then all +she heard at her side was the heavy breathing of a man +who was exercising fierce control over himself. But even +this sound faded from the circle of her perceptions when +the toreador embarked upon his triumphant pæan. She +closed her eyes in the sensuous enjoyment of the final F. +It seemed to her at that moment as if rushing wings drew +near, to fold her in an embrace. Present experiences became +less real to her than the premonitory murmur of the +unknown future. +</p> + +<p> +During the interval, Diana had made for the balcony +with her two companions in order to enjoy a breath of +fresh air, for the late spring weather was mild and the +opera house felt hot and stuffy. As the trio strolled along, +the major saluted a friend whom Diana recognized as +Scherer, her chief. She was aware that the latter turned to +look after her, and she hurried out on to the balcony. +She was not a little annoyed at the encounter. The next +thing would be that the publisher would question the major +as to her identity, and then it would be all up with her +incognito. This might cost her her employer's confidence +which, during the week she had been working directly +under him, she had won as much by her behaviour as by +the excellence of her work. +</p> + +<p> +The warm evening air was wafted up to them as they +leaned upon the balustrade. The breeze caressed Diana's +bare shoulders and arms so that she shivered slightly. She +drew her wrap closer about her. The women as they +walked to and fro were obviously living in the atmosphere +of Seville; they coquetted with fans, flaunted their laces, +displayed their uncomprehended passions in such a way +as would have shocked their worthy burgher souls had +they been consciously aware of what they were doing. +The voluptuousness of the music and the balminess of the +air were responsible for lingering touch of hand on hand +as the men helped the ladies with cloak or shawl. But the +major, whose erotic temperament was never allowed to +encroach upon his courtesy and formal politeness, was careful +to avoid any contact with Diana. +</p> + +<p> +Now the opera pursued its course, ominous, poignant. +As Carmen, laying out the cards, pronounced the word of +doom, Diana shuddered. It seemed to her that all of a +sudden she was quite alone, no longer young, cut off from +liberty. She was annoyed at the meeting of these two men, +a meeting which had at first seemed to her so piquant. +Yet she could not leave the house until once again she had +drunk the intoxicating rhythm of the toreador music; had +seen the brilliant sunlight illuminating the bull ring; had +relished to the full the medley of horses, soldiers, flags; +had thrilled responsively to the hymn of triumph and the +glamour of the bloodthirsty sport. Amid all the noise and +brilliancy, she had been snatched away into another realm +by the exquisite tenderness of Micaela's appeal.... +</p> + +<p> +At last the curtain fell on the final act. Clapping of +hands, bows before the footlights, a rush to the exits. All +were still under the spell of the music and the drama; all +were silent; all seemed for the moment to be rudderless, +adrift. +</p> + +<p> +As the three friends pressed forward in the crowd, their +movements were closely followed by Scherer. For a week +now he had had this amazing woman under observation, +and the more he was tempted to utilize her for his +purposes, the more he was struck with the qualities chance +happenings revealed. He had noticed the meeting in the +box, had instantly recognized the woman as Diana and +the officer as an old acquaintance; the younger man was +unknown to him. Their gestures and general behaviour +showed the trio to hail from cultured circles; but he was +puzzled as to the relationship of one to the other. +</p> + +<p> +"I wonder how they are going to spend the remainder +of the evening," he mused. "To which of those men does +she belong?" +</p> + +<p> +The question continued to occupy his mind for the rest +of the night. He followed them into one of the larger +restaurants, and engaged a table near the wall whence he +could watch them unobserved. +</p> + +<p> +After the second glass of Chambertin, the spirits of the +three rose. It was as if they had thrown off a load. The +major began to feel that this brother of Diana's was not +in his way, after all; while Sidney saw that the officer +was a gentleman although their first encounter had taken +place in so dubious a spot. Both men placed implicit faith +in Diana, and she for her part was able by her tactful +management to bring the two to a better understanding. +</p> + +<p> +"Sidney, do you remember where we last met?" +</p> + +<p> +"Yes, in London." +</p> + +<p> +"Whereabouts?" +</p> + +<p> +"In the British Museum, before the Assyrian fresco with +the lion. You were showing me around. I was keen to +learn. Three times a week for at least two months...." +</p> + +<p> +"Do you still draw?..." +</p> + +<p> +"Occasionally." +</p> + +<p> +"Will you show me some of your work?..." +</p> + +<p> +"Any time you please!" +</p> + +<p> +"Have you tried your hand at a portrait of your sister +yet?" asked the major. +</p> + +<p> +"Not as far as I can remember." +</p> + +<p> +"Oh, but you did," cried Diana, laughing, "you made a +sketch of me once at Brighton when I was wearing that +lilac bathing cloak." Then, suddenly: "Oh, how I long +for the sea! I want to go south, to Athens! Not just now, +later on. I know south-eastern Europe, and nearly half the +East, but I've never been to Athens, the only place that +really matters. I like all that far better than your Assyrian +lions!" +</p> + +<p> +"Isn't it in Athens that one sees those riders?" asked the +major, his voice suddenly assuming a tone of genuine +inquiry. "You know, the riders you once showed me a cast +of?" +</p> + +<p> +Diana looked at him with lively comprehension as she +replied: +</p> + +<p> +"Yes, the riders are to be seen there." +</p> + +<p> +Sidney thought: +</p> + +<p> +"I wonder what memories the riders bring back to +them?" +</p> + +<p> +The major thought: +</p> + +<p> +"How mad we were that day in Mecklenburg... I +locked the garden gates ... it was early morning ... and +I sat her naked on the Irish stallion ... bareback, +like the Grecian riders in the museum.... Will she ever +be mine again?" +</p> + +<p> +Diana thought: +</p> + +<p> +"I rode in the sunlight, naked, and I felt the quivering +sides of the beast against my thighs.... It was of a +chestnut colour, just like a nut freshly taken from the husk. +We were like children together, he and I. How long ago +those days seem to me now." +</p> + +<p> +At last she roused herself to ask: +</p> + +<p> +"So you are in the garrison here?" +</p> + +<p> +"I'm on the general staff," he said testily, in an endeavour +to hide the turmoil within. A pause. Then: "At that +time, the last time I had the good luck to meet +you—exactly three years ago—you were kind enough to suggest +that we might meet again...." +</p> + +<p> +"Yes, we did speak of the matter," answered Diana airily, +hoping to quell his excitement; for she saw while he +was speaking that he winced at the recollection of all he +had made her suffer through his jealousy and his pride, +of all that had led to the final parting. +</p> + +<p> +Her tone drew a look of gratitude from him, which +Sidney was quick to intercept. The young man rose, +trying to find an excuse for leaving them alone together. +</p> + +<p> +"Excuse me a moment," he said, "there's old Heinz over +there...." +</p> + +<p> +He was away for a quarter of an hour, and amused himself +by sketching a caricature of the cloakroom attendant. +</p> + +<p> +The officer seized his opportunity. +</p> + +<p> +"Diana," he cried, taking her hand and covering it with +kisses, "I have you to thank for what I have become. At +the time of our parting, I hated you, yes, hated you. I +could not bear you to look at any one else.... But when +you had gone I drew a line—please don't laugh, I have +not given up love, but I no longer devote all my time +to love. I started studying seriously, and in two years I +got promoted to the general staff. In the ordinary course +I could not have gone that far in less than five years, and +only then by a fluke. Meanwhile I've been devoting my +leisure to opera—not just the ballet—museums, exhibitions, +books of travel." Suddenly he found he could speak in +lighter vein again as he exclaimed: "I actually read, yes, +read: a novelty in my family. My forefathers away there +in the churchyard at home would turn in their graves +if they could see me!" +</p> + +<p> +Diana closed her eyes, listening as her friend paid her +this belated homage, and tried to conceal his emotion +under cover of a joke. When he ceased speaking, she lifted +her glass, and, with a charming and dignified mien, toasted +him thus: +</p> + +<p> +"Here's to the golden laurel leaf on your red collar!" +</p> + +<p> +He embraced her in his glance and raised his glass to +clink with hers, his hand trembling as he did so. +</p> + +<p> +"How long shall we be alone? I do so much want to +tell you what I've been planning these three years +past.—Diana, I'm sorry to make you such a request in all this +racket, but won't you share with me what remains of my +life?" +</p> + +<p> +Her face stiffened; she looked thirty years old at least +as she put her glass down, and said softly: +</p> + +<p> +"Never try to repeat things, my friend. Do you want +the pleasant things you have just been saying to lose their +flavour? Is not this moment of greater value than all the +remainder of your life, which may prove a hollow sham if +we do what you propose? Do not try to tame the falcon. +Let me fly in a free sky." +</p> + +<p> +She shot a glowing look at him, but as she emptied her +glass her companion saw that her eyes were moist with +tears. +</p> + +<p> +Sidney came back at this moment. Diana rose, saying: +</p> + +<p> +"It is late. Good-bye. Please do not come with me." +</p> + +<p> +Both men protested; but Diana, wearied of the male's +everlasting suspicion of women, beckoned them both +towards her and flashed: +</p> + +<p> +"Can't you trust me to go home by myself?" +</p> + +<p> +She got into a taxi, and even as it was starting Scherer's +big bulk appeared in the doorway of the restaurant. He +had witnessed their farewells, and was seeking a taxi +wherein to follow her and find out what was her next +move. The major, who on no account wanted to lose +her trail, bade Sidney a hasty good-night, and jumped into +another taxi which was drifting along across the street. +Sidney, however, understood the officer's manœuvre. He +felt curious as to his sister's relations with the major and +in his turn hailed a taxi. +</p> + +<p> +In the busier parts of the town the procession was not +very noticeable, but as soon as Diana's cab reached the quiet +neighbourhood where she lived it was evident that she +was being followed by three vehicles in fairly close +formation.... When her driver stopped in front of her door, +the others drew up likewise. Three heads were cautiously +poked out of three windows. Scherer at once knew who +the other two men were, but they were puzzled as to his +identity. +</p> + +<p> +As Diana stepped up to the front door she took the +whole comedy in at a glance, and laughed. She laughed +again when she reached her room: +</p> + +<p> +"I'll never succeed in making men believe that I am +a virtuous woman!" +</p> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<p><a id="chap0106"></a></p> + +<h3> +CHAPTER SIX +</h3> + +<p> +Scherer was determined +to find out all about her. He knew that Paula Linke was +not her real name, and the information bureau to which he +applied was soon able to give him further particulars. Her +father was a Pole by birth, had been naturalized a German, +and had been vice-consul in Macedonia some twenty years +ago. Rumour had it that he was a merchant and a dealer in +furs. But according to another report he was a savant with +private means, and had spent much of his time in exploring +out-of-the-way parts of the world. He was now living in +England. Diana herself had recently come from Italy, had +been engaged in manifold activities, had worked in various +institutions, had been a librarian. Her movements were +even traced to a riding school in Munich where she had +apparently given lessons in horsemanship. Three years ago +she had been in this very town for a few months in the +company of a certain countess, had been entertained by the +Automobile Club, had been a competitor at the regatta, +and was supposed to have spent one summer at a country +house in Masuria. +</p> + +<p> +Scherer's experience as a man of business had taught +him that inquiry agents, when stumped for accurate +information, are wont to spin fairy tales. He therefore chose +to believe about half of this budget, and it was enough +for him to know that the report contained nothing scandalous. +As man of the world he exercised the utmost care in +regard to his private life, avoiding intimacy with persons +whose acquaintance was thrust upon him, and who he +considered might be useful to him. He felt amply rewarded +when his affairs in this field ran smoothly. On the other +hand, as financier, he penetrated into alcoves, private clubs, +and bedchambers, for he knew that more money was lost +in such places than on the Stock Exchange. +</p> + +<p> +He had been led to make his inquiries because he was +possessed of the idea of utilizing Diana's services for a +special mission, a mission for which her qualities made her +particularly suitable. Every day brought him fresh +surprises as to her abilities. He would constantly put her to +new tests, would engage her in discussion of the political +issues predominant in the countries they were at the +moment chiefly concerned with; would ask questions whose +answers he himself knew perfectly well; gave answers +which he knew to be incorrect. He did not put these tests +in any spirit of mockery; indeed, his respect for this +woman's intelligence grew from day to day. +</p> + +<p> +At the same time, both were careful to preserve the +integrity of their business footing, and their precautions +in this were all the greater in proportion as his information +assumed a more confidential character. Scherer was +pleased to note her aloofness, was delighted with the way +in which she deliberately closed all the avenues to a more +intimate approach. Yet as man of the world he could not +ignore the investigatory gaze of this woman who concealed +her inner self behind a veil of silence, while probing him +to the core. It was her capacity for judging men and things +(a capacity which he felt her exercising in regard to himself +with just as fine a penetration as in respect of other +personalities) which led him to consolidate his plans. +</p> + +<p> +Yet this man who was bold enough to play with fate, +scarcely realized that the magnetic spell of a woman was +driving him, all unconscious, into ventures which, though +they were not in Eros's realm, might prove no less +hazardous in other fields than love. +</p> + +<p> +Diana guessed his plans. She knew that he had big financial +interests in the East. So much she had gathered from +reports, from letters dealing with company and banking +concerns, about which she was occasionally consulted—not +always, of course, for she was not Scherer's secretary. "He'll +need me down there," she thought, "perhaps he's going to +send me...." When, after a while, she realized that he +could not dispense with her services, she slipped him into +the general machinery of her existence, and started to reckon +upon him as a factor in her life, doing so all the more +coolly seeing that she was not stirred by him as a man. +The days following that night of the opera flowed peacefully +by. When she entered her room late on the following +day, she found a bunch of white carnations awaiting her. +Despite the ill success of his advances, the major could not +refrain from celebrating this happy meeting by sending +her the loveliest flowers he could find. He was also +influenced in his choice by the recollection of all that similar +white carnations had meant to him one winter day in a +snow-storm. At that time they had been her favourite +flowers. His note ran: +</p> + +<p> +</p> + +<p> +"Don't be angry with me. Require of me that I await a +sign from you, but do not ask me to take you at your word, +for that would rob me of all hope of renewing the most +beautiful days of my life. You have fresh conquests to +record, the homage of young men and old in the East and +in the West. I am turning grey, you saw as much quite +clearly when I bent to kiss your lovely hand and that +infernal lamp blazed down on me. You are more blooming +than ever. I have asked you to share my life and my name. +True, my request was bluntly made; I am nothing but a +soldier. You have refused me. But I beg you to remember +that I shall always look upon myself as your friend. I +trust you to give me a chance to be of use to you. Believe +me, in any danger that may arise, your unchangeable +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +"FELIX." +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p> +To which she replied: +</p> + +<p> +"Your white carnations are as lovely today as those you +gave me years ago. Thank you. I may be leaving before +long. It would be nice to take a drive somewhere together. +You will be my first thought if ever danger arises. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +"DIANA." +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p> +As she slipped the note into its envelope and addressed it +to him in his new rank, she thought of all the talks they +had enjoyed together, talks which had lured him from his +humdrum regimental occupations to put his gifts to finer +uses, talks which had plucked him from the morass of +stereotyped adventures, and, by stimulating his ambition, +had led him to more intellectual spheres of activity. "——, +Major on the General Staff." Surely that was better than +an order, a prize-cup for good horsemanship, or the daily +billet-doux in the scented envelope. +</p> + +<p> +Diana loathed the idea of being a "general purveyor of +happiness." For her, kindness was not a law unto itself, +a regulative principle residing freely within her. Nay, +rather, was it apprehended in a lively understanding of +things, and was, therefore, easier to lavish upon animals and +plants than upon mankind, for in the initial stages of her +acquaintance with human beings her combative instinct +was invariably aroused. Yet she had ever an urgent +inclination towards spurring on to the utmost the individuals +with whom she came into contact, and to this task she +devoted herself with all the powers of a lively imagination, +cultivating it as a fine art. +</p> + +<p> +She glanced from the letter to the flowers and back. Then +she smiled as she pondered the reasons for her brother's +silence, for he had made no move. Sidney was of an +undemonstrative temperament, in absolute contrast to the +open-hearted candour of the major. This quality in her +brother was an echo of her own character; like her, he was +reluctant to show off his knowledge, preferred to withhold +at least a portion for his own intimate use, to have reserves +in his battle with the world. She knew that he, too, +enjoyed observing others while himself remaining unobserved. +These cogitations aroused a half-maternal sense of +responsibility for Sidney, a feeling that had slumbered in her +heart for years since she had first realized all the peril that +life held for a man of his disposition. Thinking of him +made her wish to find him. +</p> + +<p> +"He must belong to some club or other," she mused. "He +could not live without his club! There are four hundred +clubs in the telephone book, I'll have to engage a messenger +boy to find out the one Sidney belongs to...." +</p> + +<p> +Her inquiry was not successful, and she was left troubled +in her mind; for his appearance the other night, his handsome +face, his elegance, showed him to be a man of leisure +and of means. This seemed to her, in view of his youth, to +be full of dangerous possibilities. She must, indeed, find +his whereabouts. +</p> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<p><a id="chap0107"></a></p> + +<h3> +CHAPTER SEVEN +</h3> + +<p> +The dinner was nearing its +end. Among the little party of five men whom the old +count had invited to dine with him at the Political Club, +the minister for foreign affairs was obviously the guest of +honour. True the table was a round one, chosen specially in +order to obviate any question of precedence. Yet it was +impossible to avoid the impression that the man tucked away +in the corner was really the presiding genius. From his +place he could keep his eyes on the remainder of the room. +The host occupied the seat on the left of the minister. +Since he was of a genial disposition, quite innocuous, and +above all was no longer regarded as a possible competitor, +the younger aspirants to power were glad of his company, +for they ran no risk of being compromised, while at the +same time they could flaunt a halo of disinterestedness. +</p> + +<p> +To the left of the host sat a naval commander whose +youthful face was surmounted by the bald dome of his +head. The effect was all the more ludicrous because the +sun and the sea air had tanned the face a deep mahogany, +while above the line of his cap the skin was shiny and very +white. Furthermore, the man was clean-shaven, so that his +head gave the effect of an anatomical specimen. The +commander was flanked by Diana's friend the major, whose +whole countenance was in vivid contrast to that of his +neighbour, the two men thus admirably illustrating in their +persons the perennial antagonism between the naval and +the military arms. +</p> + +<p> +The fourth guest was a professor of economics whose +lively bearing and mischievous doctrinairism showed him +to be a man of the old school. With the typical arrogance +of the learned, he looked down on the man of war to his +right, and devoted himself exclusively to his left-hand +neighbour. This was Scherer, whom the old count had +invited that he and the minister might become acquainted. +</p> + +<p> +When dessert had been placed on the table, the men +pushed back their chairs and sat more comfortably. Scherer +and the minister entered into close conversation. Thereupon, +the other four instinctively drew together for a talk. +Scherer sat quietly listening while his neighbour spoke; +occasionally he would pull his short, fair moustache, but +he said very little. The minister leaned heavily upon the +arm of his chair; he was serious of mien, and gazed +inquiringly at his companion. It was obvious that the task in +hand was not the capture of the statesman, but, rather, that +the financier and publisher was the quarry of the evening. +</p> + +<p> +Yet the statesman did not abate by one jot or tittle the +arrogant tone that was habitual to him. He was ten years +Scherer's senior, it is true, was engaged in a struggle, and +was filled with misgivings in regard to the twofold +profession of his interlocutor. All this combined to make his +subterranean fires glow the brighter, so that his rather +heavy countenance was illuminated and made more +vivacious by the fight. His face was swarthy and was +framed in grizzled hair; his dark eyes were rendered +preternaturally large by the huge convex glasses of his +spectacles which gave him an unearthly fixation of gaze. Scherer, +on the other hand, wore a pince-nez whose elegant poise +merely served to enhance the fine line of his features. +</p> + +<p> +"Do you really trust these orientals?" asked the minister +softly and yet with precision, for he was coming to the +kernel of the matter under discussion. +</p> + +<p> +"There are as many varieties among the peoples of the +East as among us westerners," answered Scherer, his metallic +voice, as always, ringing true. +</p> + +<p> +The statesman was somewhat irritated by an answer +whose banality revealed a desire on Scherer's part to evade +the issue. For a moment or two, he toyed with his fruit +knife; then, speaking with deliberation: +</p> + +<p> +"I have in mind the present situation. Should we base +the whole of our colonial development on the good will +of a nation whose resolves may change at any moment, +whose French culture will require more than a generation +to efface, and whose geographical position lays it open to +the advances of any chance comer? The door over there +has been flung wide. Is it right that I should order +Turkish coffee to be served me in that room when I am not sure +whether before I reach it, another member of this club +may not bribe the manager to have the doors shut and may +not commandeer all the coffee for his own use?" +</p> + +<p> +"Did I hear the delicious words, Turkish coffee?" put +in the professor, hoping thereby to bring both conversations +to an end. "How would it be to stretch our legs a trifle +after the solemn enjoyment of our repast? Pardon me, +Count..." +</p> + +<p> +But already the six chairs had been pushed back, and the +men made for the stairs, walking in couples, the professor +arm-in-arm with the count, while the statesman and Scherer +brought up the rear, halting from time to time in order +to emphasize some particular point and thereby holding up +the remainder of the party, for the count was loath to get +separated from his guests. Scherer, who was better +acquainted with the East than was his companion, and who +had come to realize that the statesman's ethnological +arguments were based upon personal distrust of specific +personages, now took up his parable from this side. He put a +direct question: +</p> + +<p> +"You feel that the present crisis confirms your +outlook—justifies a policy that would aim at breaking all the +engagements entered into by persons on the spot?" +</p> + +<p> +The other answered with customary evasiveness: +</p> + +<p> +"I perceive the danger of allowing oneself to place too +much trust in..." +</p> + +<p> +"And would, therefore, advise against further investment +in the railway shares?" +</p> + +<p> +But the minister was not to be coerced into plain +speaking, and answered with studied ambiguity: +</p> + +<p> +"I would seek to gain time and to make a cautious +retreat." +</p> + +<p> +The minister's main object tonight was to bring the +newspaper magnate to an acceptance of his Balkan policy +by giving the financier a hint as to the possible course of +affairs. Scherer guessed the import of the manœuvre. He +was well aware that the minister opposed the political trend +towards expansion in the East, and was, in addition, +devoured with a jealous suspicion of the ambassador at the +centre of present interest. Cautiously avoiding these +essential issues, Scherer gazed down at the points of his +patent-leather shoes, and asked unconcernedly: +</p> + +<p> +"Your dispatches bring better news today?" +</p> + +<p> +"Dispatches, indeed," fumed the minister. "There are +certain people who are unteachable! Twelve hours before +the outbreak of hostilities they will still be assuring you of +the love these nations feel towards you." +</p> + +<p> +"It is possible that those who are commissioned to look +after our interests on the spot do not enjoy your full +confidence?" +</p> + +<p> +"Have you implicit confidence in your correspondents, +Herr Scherer?" +</p> + +<p> +Scherer gave a short laugh. +</p> + +<p> +"No! But..." +</p> + +<p> +The moment had come when the minister could no +longer postpone the decisive question. He assumed the +attitude of a fencer about to thrust, an attitude he invariably +adopted when dealing with the Opposition in the Lower +House, and asked coldly: +</p> + +<p> +"Do you believe in the unerring judgment of our +ambassador out there?" +</p> + +<p> +Scherer looked tranquilly into his companion's owl-like +eyes, and drawled: +</p> + +<p> +"Unerring? He seems to me a pleasant person. No one +is infallible. Surely you don't expect all our ambassadors to +be men of genius?" +</p> + +<p> +There was a challenging note in this question, for the +financier could certainly not be ignorant of the antipathy +the two men felt for one another. The minister, therefore, +broke off the conversation by stepping smartly forward to +join the rest of the company, while he said loud enough for +all to hear: +</p> + +<p> +"I sincerely trust you are right, Herr Scherer, were it +only in the interests of the State." +</p> + +<p> +"Have you brought him to heel, Sir," asked the professor +jovially. "A marvellous man, this Scherer," continued +he, "puts his money in railways that don't work, publishes +newspapers in which the reports are as false as the type is +heavy, with it all is a European celebrity, and he himself +does not know if he owes his notoriety to his wealth or his +wit!" +</p> + +<p> +"You are merry, worthy privy councillor," said Scherer +good-humouredly. He towered head and shoulders above +the professor and was therefore able to lay his hand +condescendingly upon the smaller man's shoulder. Every one +realized that he was revenging himself for the professor's +sally by addressing him with a title the authorities were +never likely to bestow. But the little man did not put +himself about to correct the error. He merely exclaimed: +</p> + +<p> +"Call me 'colleague,' then at least for a minute I can +rejoice in the illusion of sharing your millions!" +</p> + +<p> +"And I the delight of sharing a professorship," laughed +Scherer, turning on his heel. +</p> + +<p> +"What a disagreeable person," muttered the commander, +wagging his head, and looking coldly at the offending +professor. +</p> + +<p> +"Oh, that's a mere nothing," interposed the major. "I've +heard the creature lecture at the Colonial Society. He let +drop one insult after the other. And there were a number +of foreign diplomats present as guests!" +</p> + +<p> +"Men like that do us a lot of harm abroad," retorted the +naval officer. "It's by them that our nation is judged." +</p> + +<p> +The party moved on up the stairs, and presently broke +up. Scherer and the two officers walked down the street +together. +</p> + +<p> +"Do you know these lands?" asked Scherer, addressing +himself to his naval friend for the first time that evening. +</p> + +<p> +"Very little. We seafaring men are restricted to the +coasts. There's seldom an opportunity to get away inland." +</p> + +<p> +"Which one of us three knows those countries from the +inside? I was recently putting the same question to one of +our experts in eastern affairs. Oriental politics were +supposed to be his speciality. Three times had he been along +the caravan route from Konia to Aleppo, had visited +Monastir, had gone to see the temples in the Peloponnesus. +Each expedition had lasted three weeks. I'll wager that you +know more about those places than he does, Commander," +said Scherer with a laugh. +</p> + +<p> +"I really know practically nothing. True, my ship was +stationed three years in those waters, but one picks up so +little trustworthy information." +</p> + +<p> +Scherer gave him an appreciative look. +</p> + +<p> +"Unfortunately our writers fail to realize that! Do you +happen to know our ambassador?" +</p> + +<p> +"Slightly, very slightly." +</p> + +<p> +"Shall I seem indiscreet if I ask whether you think he's +the right man for the job?" +</p> + +<p> +"The only man!" exclaimed the commander with an +emphasis which in any one else might have seemed +exaggerated. +</p> + +<p> +For a while, they walked along in silence, each deep in +his own thoughts, the naval officer gazing straight ahead +of him, while Scherer's eyes were cast on the pavement. +</p> + +<p> +"He must be an interesting fellow," murmured the +major, amid the prevailing silence. +</p> + +<p> +"Very," came deliberately from the commander. +</p> + +<p> +They had reached the street which led to his quarters. He +drew himself up, bade good-night, and went on his way. +</p> + +<p> +Scherer and the major continued their stroll. They, too, +had hardly had a word with one another. Since the night +at the opera, the major had learned of Diana's connexion +with the publisher, and had been waiting all the evening +for the chance of a talk. They often did not meet for +months at a time. Scherer, too, was eager to bring the +conversation round to Diana. He wanted his own view of her +confirmed by some one whose opinion he respected, and he +knew by the major's bearing towards her the other evening, +that the soldier was to be trusted. And yet he felt a certain +misgiving, for he was a man of the world, and, with such, a +lack of confidence in others' integrity is habitual. +</p> + +<p> +"A man of sterling worth, that," said Scherer, nodding +his head in the direction of their departing friend. He was +inclined, when speaking of men he knew but slightly, to +use vaguely pompous expressions of commendation. +</p> + +<p> +"Very pleasant, indeed," replied the major. "Very pleasant, +and unassuming. A delightful contrast to most men in +his profession." +</p> + +<p> +Scherer smiled. +</p> + +<p> +"You army men always underestimate the navy." +</p> + +<p> +"Pardon me, it's finance that overestimates the navy," +corrected the major. +</p> + +<p> +Scherer was delighted with the answer. It seemed to him +courageous, penetrating, courteous, and, in addition, +perfectly true. +</p> + +<p> +"Would not you like to go away down there?" +</p> + +<p> +"Yes, but how?" +</p> + +<p> +"For instance, as military attaché?" +</p> + +<p> +"Eckersberg is firm in the saddle!" +</p> + +<p> +Scherer calculated that no more than a hundred paces or +so remained of their way together. He therefore gave a turn +to the conversation, saying: +</p> + +<p> +"Those are certainly very interesting countries, but so +few of our people know anything about them. I've a lady at +my office, an extraordinarily intelligent woman, who really +knows quite a lot." +</p> + +<p> +"Ah," thought the major. +</p> + +<p> +"As a matter of fact you know her, I fancy. Were you +not in her company at the opera the other night?" +</p> + +<p> +The major noticed how careful his companion was not +to mention her name, and, following suit, he replied: +</p> + +<p> +"Yes, that's right. We met after several years, and she +told me she was working for you." +</p> + +<p> +"You knew one another some time ago," said Scherer in +so toneless a voice that it would seem he meant the words +to hang suspended in the air. +</p> + +<p> +The major thought: "It won't do her any harm if her +employer knows that she had good connexions in the +past...." Aloud he said: +</p> + +<p> +"She was living at the time..." +</p> + +<p> +"At the 'Bristol,'" put in the other calmly, apparently +wishing to spare the major from giving too intimate +details. Then suddenly changing his manner: "I hope you +won't think me impertinent if I ask you whether in those +days she was as extraordinarily gifted, as +well-informed..." +</p> + +<p> +The major felt a glow of sympathy for the speaker as +these words fell upon the night air. Memories crowded +upon him. He remembered the influence she had exercised +over his career, and, crushing back the feeling of jealousy +which involuntarily rose within him, he thought only of +the use he could be in helping Diana forward in her new +sphere of life. +</p> + +<p> +"Well-informed? Gifted? Certainly—so far as I could +learn during rides and at the parties where I met the young +lady." Words failed him. "Yes—she is really the—the most +amazing creature I have—I have ever met among women!" +</p> + +<p> +Scherer felt warmly towards his companion, for the +embarrassment with which the words were spoken betrayed +everything that the speaker wanted to keep secret. The +major must in his youth have been a man with a good +deal of experience of women! Scherer's surmises were thus +doubly confirmed. He was silent for a while. Then: +</p> + +<p> +"Wasn't there a young man of the party, very like her +in appearance?..." +</p> + +<p> +"Her brother." +</p> + +<p> +"Ah, I thought as much. Let's sec, what was his +name?" The question was put very tentatively. +</p> + +<p> +"I did not quite catch his name. I fancy he must be her +stepbrother." +</p> + +<p> +Scherer thought: +</p> + +<p> +"He just says that in order to shield her. He is very much +in love with her." +</p> + +<p> +A few hours later, by the time he reached home, his +mind was made up. The place was very quiet. He entered +his study, a dignified apartment from whose four sides the +books looked at him in solemn greeting. Works of art were +few in number, and no woman's face smiled down on this +man in early middle-age as he took a seat at the +writing-table. Great undertakings, far exceeding in scope the +newspaper he had inherited from his father, had been +planned in this room. Financial schemes with political +aims had been thought out between these walls. During the +long summer nights, Scherer, thinker though he was, had +given free rein to feeling. Never, however, had he +permitted a woman's hand to tamper with his work, never had +he asked a woman her advice. He had not even consulted +his male friends if a difficulty arose. Today, for the first +time, he was going to venture the hazard. +</p> + +<p> +He looked up dates in his calendar. The day after +tomorrow was free. He addressed an envelope to: "Fräulein +Paula Linke, Kleins Hotel." But on the enclosed visiting +card he wrote: "... requests the honour of Fräulein Diana +de Wassilko's company to dinner on Wednesday at 8 p.m." +</p> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<p><a id="chap0108"></a></p> + +<h3> +CHAPTER EIGHT +</h3> + +<p class="noindent"> +Andreas to Nikolai. +</p> + +<p> +"... Can it really be only three weeks since we sat on +the terrace together under the lampions overlooking the +lake, and I longed to get away from the beloved island +that I might be among the lights along the shore? Was it +not many months ago that you conjured me to be faithful +to my art, which I was in the mood to consign to hell-fire? +</p> + +<p> +"Now I feel that you were right, and I also feel that some +day truth will return to me. For, just as I had to overcome +the despair I experienced when I was sixteen because my +first poem when written down did not equal the one I had +composed in my head, so today, a decade later, I hope to +learn how to travel along new ways, how to appreciate +pauses, before I stand on the heights from which I may +bring my influence to bear upon reality, whence I may +possibly even master and dominate reality. +</p> + +<p> +"My new plans make me feel more estranged than ever +from my homeland. Was Vienna as tedious a place to live +in when I was a boy? Was it always as odd, as unaccommodating +a town as it seems to me now? Or was I unaware +of its peculiarities merely because I was in daily contact +with it, though ignoring its mechanism? True, I lived in +a world apart, a world of dreams.... Be all this as it may, +I have been promised many things these days, have made +an advance in one direction and another, have gained the +patronage of a sometime minister, a man on the spot has +no objection to—but—all the same—by and by—and so on! +</p> + +<p> +"I have been advised by a person of ability not to start +my career in the antechamber of the chief. 'There,' he said, +'you will be given ample time to study the fine frescoes on +the ceiling, and to learn the difference between the rococo +style of Fischer von Erlach and that of Master Hildebrandt—but +you will not get any farther along your chosen road! +Item: frequent society drawing-rooms, or, since this is the +month of June, go to as many garden parties as possible.' +</p> + +<p> +"I am again mixing with women, and I may have the +delicate hand of some charming countess or other to thank +for finding myself cutting a figure in farther Asian or +South African diplomatic circles! But my experiences this +spring have supersaturated me so far as women are +concerned. I cannot help making comparisons, and all the +while I feel I am behaving odiously to the other members of +the fair sex. +</p> + +<p> +"I have also lost the power of appreciating my fellow +poets. Ever since my wish to throw myself into the life +of the world became a reality, I have felt alienated from the +world of our poets. Indeed, my inborn veneration for the +older poets has been shaken. +</p> + +<p> +"Nikolai! When my last hour comes, I do not wish to +be faced with fifty volumes of my Works; I would have +before my eyes the vision of fifty different countries, of +treaties whereby I had helped to bring great nations into +friendlier touch one with another, of wars I had had a +share in initiating, of perils which had lured me to take the +first steps towards an unknown foe, of alliances which had +led to the annihilation of millions! Do not be impatient +with me, Nikolai; I must be allowed to let my fancy roam +while I am still young. +</p> + +<p> +"I had a strange experience this morning. +</p> + +<p> +"Othello and I were walking in the Belvedere Park. The +clocks had just struck nine. A few nursemaids with +perambulators and some old men were the only other strollers. +I entered the left hand of the two walks which lead straight +up to the palace. I had reached the top of the steps at the +end when I saw a couple coming from the palace towards +me. As in a dream I recognized the lady as Baroness F. +She is a woman in the middle forties, the mother of several +grown-up daughters. But the baroness was soon wiped out +of the field of my vision, for the young man at her side +(can you believe it?) was the image of Diana, indeed he +was so like her that I fancied it must be she disguised as +a boy: her very features, her slim figure, her own familiar +way of tossing her head! He was laughing and was playing +with his walking stick, which he tapped against his white +flannel trousers. +</p> + +<p> +"My heart stopped beating: for a moment I feared I was +going to faint. But I soon pulled myself together. He had +removed his hat in order to enjoy the cool morning air, +and now I saw that his countenance was pale, white, almost +deathlike in its pallor. Diana had never been like that. +As he came nearer, his face was hidden from me, for he +had caught sight of Othello and was absorbed in the dog to +the total exclusion of the dog's master. At that moment, the +baroness, who must have recognized me, stopped and +turned towards the exit as if to show her companion the +view of the cathedral, for she obviously did not want to be +accosted by me at such an hour in the company of a young +man. The youth, however, gave a cursory glance at the +view, and then turned again to the dog who was snuffing +in friendly fashion and—an extraordinary thing for Othello +to allow—was apparently enjoying the stranger's caresses. +Anxious to avoid giving offence to the baroness, I went +quietly on my way, calling the dog to heel when I was at +some distance. He came bounding after me. +</p> + +<p> +"Later on, hidden by the breastwork of the terrace, I +caught another glimpse of them down below. She was +leaning against one of the sphinxes; her left hand was +partially supporting her from behind and was pressed +against the sphinx's chest, her right hand, the fingers +spread, was slightly raised, and her eyes were fixed upon +the young man at her side, with that longing expression +one often sees in women who are past the prime. Again, +from that distance, I was poignantly reminded of Diana. +He was resting his weight on his left foot and was playing +with his right knee—just Diana's pose! +</p> + +<p> +"Diana once told me she had a handsome brother. +</p> + +<p> +"O Nikolai Nikolaievich! Why did I not take the next +train and follow her to Milan that morning? +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +"ANDREAS." +</p> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<p><a id="chap0109"></a></p> + +<h3> +CHAPTER NINE +</h3> + +<p> +Scherer's manservant +opened the door to Diana. His feelings were a mixture of +expectancy and misgiving. For the first time these eight +years past his master had invited a strange lady to visit him +alone. His orders had been brief: Dinner for two, in the +room giving on the garden; a lady is coming. +</p> + +<p> +"A lady? Alone? He usually gives a name. Or he says a +gentleman is coming." +</p> + +<p> +Now, as he took her cloak and contemplated her +reflection in the mirror, he thought: +</p> + +<p> +"No, she's not from the theatre!" +</p> + +<p> +He looked relieved, for he had read that the temptations +likely to assail a millionaire invariably hail from the +theatre. +</p> + +<p> +Diana was wearing a summer dress of simple cut, pale +mauve silk, full in the skirt, gathered rather high under the +breast, and pinned at the throat with a huge green scarab. +She had bought it yesterday with all that remained of +her little capital, for she had not wished to appear in a +low-cut gown. This evening every vestige of coquetry was +to be eschewed. The woman in her may also have been +influenced by the fact that Scherer had already seen her +in the evening frock at the opera. +</p> + +<p> +Traditional customs of remote ancestors must have been +at work within her as, like a duchess, she paused on the +threshold of the room waiting for her host to advance and +kiss her hand in welcome. He did not fail to notice the +gesture. Indeed, not one of her actions this evening escaped +his observation. Though as a rule he was reserved where +the fair sex was concerned, he allowed his knowledge of +human nature free rein in respect of this strange woman, +and accepted as natural what in truth was natural enough. +</p> + +<p> +Yesterday he had handed in his invitation to the porter +at her hotel, while she, at the very same moment, following +the rule of his firm, was eating her lunch at the office. +Paula Linke had not betrayed by one syllable that she knew +anything of the matter in hand; but Diana de Wassilko +had written a few words accepting the invitation. Both +Scherer and Diana knew that the lady who signed this note +with her true name, the guest he was to entertain tonight, +was in a sense to be considered a different woman from the +girl who worked in the publishing firm. +</p> + +<p> +She advanced slowly into the room, apologizing for being +a little late. They passed into the library. She looked round +her for a while, then, as was customary with her, she walked +swiftly over to the window. A walnut tree stood outside, +its branches illuminated by the lights from within. Scherer +stayed where he was, following her movements. +</p> + +<p> +"Her hips are narrow, like a boy's. I wonder if she could +ever bear children," he mused. +</p> + +<p> +"That's a fine tree," said Diana. "It smells of resin +already, and yet we are only at the beginning of June. +Perhaps it's been trimmed recently?" +</p> + +<p> +She spoke softly as if communing with herself. Was she +tired? +</p> + +<p> +"Yes, I had to have it trimmed on one side," he +answered. "It was hampering the growth of its neighbour." +</p> + +<p> +She turned round, and faced towards the room, her +hands resting on the window sill behind. +</p> + +<p> +"Was it difficult to protect it when the house was being +built? It is very near the wall." +</p> + +<p> +"Fairly difficult. We had to place a kind of cage round +each limb and root so that the men might not damage +them." +</p> + +<p> +"Yes, yes, especially when digging the foundations." +</p> + +<p> +"How practical she is," thought Scherer, who was always +delighted when any one showed an interest in his house. +"Why is it that in all these eight years not one of my women +acquaintances (nor for that matter any of my men friends) +has thought of asking such a simple question?" +</p> + +<p> +"You had it built for you? A beautiful room, and, if I +may say so, conceived in a patrician spirit." +</p> + +<p> +"That was the spirit which underlay my wishes when it +was designed." +</p> + +<p> +"You have some fine books on the shelves." +</p> + +<p> +"How can you tell from such a distance?" +</p> + +<p> +"Their arrangement is dignified, they are well bound, +and, from the backs, I can see that you have some rare +editions. I gather from my survey that there are not many +novels among your books." +</p> + +<p> +"Don't you like novels?" +</p> + +<p> +"Life is more interesting. But I am very fond of some +novels." +</p> + +<p> +"I'll wager that Balzac is one of your favourites!" +</p> + +<p> +"How do you know?" +</p> + +<p> +"Well, I have learned something about you, anyway." +</p> + +<p> +She laughed, and took the proffered chair. +</p> + +<p> +"Yes, my name!" +</p> + +<p> +"Polish?" +</p> + +<p> +"Ruthenian, and therefore anti-Polish. But my family does +actually come from Poland." +</p> + +<p> +"Were you born in Poland?" He smiled as he added: +"Since you are so kind as to be communicative." +</p> + +<p> +"No, I was born in Macedonia, near the Albanian frontier. +Have you a map?" +</p> + +<p> +"When you were describing the district to me recently +you never let on that you were born there," he said dryly. +</p> + +<p> +His tone put Diana on the alert. Her combative nature +was aroused, as if she suspected a subtle attack. Raising +her eyebrows, she replied: +</p> + +<p> +"I was not asked about myself, Herr Scherer." +</p> + +<p> +"Proud! Easily piqued," thought he. Then, aloud: +</p> + +<p> +"You did not encourage personal questions. Forgive me +if I have offended you. These past three weeks I have made +every effort to avoid doing or saying anything that might +annoy you. Surely you will not be angry with me for one +indiscreet remark?" +</p> + +<p> +The spontaneity of his words, and the frank way in +which he stretched out his hand in reconciliation, were +enough to make her recover her composure. That he did +not kiss her hand was further to his credit; and when he +drew her arm through his and escorted her into the +dining-room she felt quite herself again. +</p> + +<p> +The doors leading to the garden had been set wide, and +the soft evening air pervaded the room. A little breeze +played in the corners, and sported with the tablecloth, then +it fell asleep for a while. Two or three large moths circled +round the electric lamps which cast an amber light through +their shades. +</p> + +<p> +The wide table put a good distance between Scherer +and his guest. Diana for a time sat silently watching the +drunken antics of the moths, whose yearning for immolation +seemed to be hindered by some higher power. Vaguely +daring thoughts came to her. +</p> + +<p> +Her host followed the direction of her gaze. He half +guessed what was in her mind, and yet did not venture to +intrude upon her meditations. He ate in silence. At last +he tried to rouse her by asking: +</p> + +<p> +"Are you worrying about those moths? They can't come +to any harm." +</p> + +<p> +"Oh, I know, the lights are enclosed." +</p> + +<p> +Her voice came as it seemed to him from very far away, +and he realized that she was thoroughly enjoying her own +train of thought. He let a few minutes elapse, and then +said very quietly: +</p> + +<p> +"They are adventurers trying to reach an unsuitable +goal!" +</p> + +<p> +She looked up, and, after a momentary hesitation, said +in a tone of voice that contrasted strangely with her +previous tone, having as it were a tinge of mockery in it: +</p> + +<p> +"Maybe they are nothing but unfortunate petites femmes +seeking for excitement without running any risks!" +</p> + +<p> +"Do you dislike women?" +</p> + +<p> +"How can I—am I not myself a woman? I loved my +mother. All the same, I have never had a woman friend." +</p> + +<p> +"How do you account for that?" +</p> + +<p> +Diana took the long-stemmed green glass which the +manservant had filled for the fish course, tasted the wine, +and then said: +</p> + +<p> +"Wonderful! Bittersweet! It must be Deidesheimer. I +know a cousin of that vintage." +</p> + +<p> +"But it is robbing me of your answer." +</p> + +<p> +"Not at all. Women seem to me to have much the same +qualities as wines." Her speech had become livelier, and +she spoke with the assurance of a young man. "Most of them +are too sweet; some are too crude. The finest wines, +Burgundies, I have only found among men." +</p> + +<p> +"What about me?" Scherer was unusually vivacious, his +mood almost merry. "What am I? When you are overhauling +your cellar what label would you stick on to Scherer?" +</p> + +<p> +Her lips opened, she raised her eyes, shook her head +ever so lightly, and looked at him with youthful +roguishness as she replied: +</p> + +<p> +"Herr Scherer? Let me see ... perhaps Deidesheimer +Kirchenstuck '93!" +</p> + +<p> +They both laughed at the sally. The servant thought: "She +is dangerous after all," as he reluctantly filled her glass. +</p> + +<p> +By now the serious mood in which they had sat down +to their meal had worn off. They conversed cheerfully +about vintages, about travelling through Burgundy, Upper +Hungary, Sicily. When at last they rose and made for the +terrace, Diana laughingly observed: +</p> + +<p> +"Is there anything better than wine in the world?" +</p> + +<p> +"One thing." +</p> + +<p> +She was dreadfully afraid he was going to say love and +thereby spoil everything, and she was duly grateful when +he added: +</p> + +<p> +"Music." +</p> + +<p> +Of a sudden she became acutely aware of the loneliness +that surrounded this man. The vision of a grand piano +drawn up near a window, which she had seen in passing, +made her realize how he sought to relieve the solitude of +his evenings. +</p> + +<p> +"How boundless must be his dreams," thought Diana. +</p> + +<p> +They sat under the lamp which diffused a gracious light +over the terrace. She held her tiny coffee cup poised in +mid-air, her whole figure standing out in relief against the +trellis work. He was reminded of an English engraving, +and told her so. +</p> + +<p> +"I've lived over there," she said composedly. "My +grandmother was an Englishwoman. Do you like England?" +</p> + +<p> +"I have mixed feelings towards that country, feelings +which vacillate between respect and mistrust. No, I can't +say I am fond of it. I cannot help seeing in it the future +enemy." +</p> + +<p> +"In Europe?" +</p> + +<p> +"I hope only in the East." He enlarged upon the theme of +Anglo-German interests. "When you consider Aden, +Bagdad, Gibraltar—— Karl, just bring the globe over here—" +</p> + +<p> +The man set it down on the low table between them, and +Scherer pointed to the places he had named, spinning the +captive globe round for his guest to see, while he continued +to expatiate upon his subject. Suddenly, noticing she had +ceased to reply, he exclaimed: +</p> + +<p> +"Are you listening?" +</p> + +<p> +"I'm so sorry, do forgive me," said Diana. "The globe +set my thoughts wandering. I cannot see it turning on its +axis without getting excited. Think of it! A ball, hanging +obliquely between two needles, and yet neither more nor +less than the stage upon which we are destined to play +our part." She looked up at him inquiringly: "Have you +ever felt like that?" +</p> + +<p> +He did not answer. +</p> + +<p> +This beautiful, young, mysterious woman, who could +become enraptured with the gyrating of a globe, who could +see therein something which touched responsive springs in +her own adventurous nature, this woman who had been +true to herself through all the tests he had put her to and +who had thus confirmed him in his estimate of her +capabilities, all these things and, in addition, the vague +promptings of an inner urge, combined to break down the +barriers of Scherer's habitual reserve. +</p> + +<p> +"Would you allow me, Fräulein Wassilko," he began +very calmly. But he broke off, and continued to speak words +which surprised even himself: "Will you let me call you +just once by your beautiful name?" +</p> + +<p> +She looked at him kindly, though with some astonishment. +The mere fact of her leniency gave him back his +poise, and he resumed in matter of fact tones: +</p> + +<p> +"Listen, I have a proposal to make. Will you go down +there, to the centre of my interests, where our railway is +being built? Will you act as my eyes, discover if our +relations to that power are on a firm foundation? Above all, +will you find out if the ambassador is really as well posted +in local affairs as his abilities would lead me to suppose? +This is an important mission I am proposing to entrust +you with. Take time to think the matter over before you +either accept it or turn it down. The whole question of our +railway construction, the policy of the paper, everything +turns upon how you will interpret things down there. +Maybe we shall be strong enough, instead of having to bow +to the sceptical policy of the central administration, to work +along the lines indicated by the ambassador. What this will +mean in a European crisis... Well, think it over; don't +hurry with your answer, but let me have it as soon as you +possibly can." +</p> + +<p> +"I can answer now," rejoined Diana promptly. +</p> + +<p> +She had followed his appeal sentence by sentence as he +hammered out his wishes with almost melodramatic +earnestness. Her expression was imperious rather than +submissive, and yet it was friendly. While he was speaking, +she sat bolt upright, her two hands grasping the round +arms of the basket chair. +</p> + +<p> +"I can give you your answer at once. I have been watching +you day by day gradually making up your mind to this +request. Well, yes, I should like to take the job on, and +I shall do my best, if you, or your side, will leave me free +to follow my own bent in matters of detail." +</p> + +<p> +Scherer rose to his feet, and strode towards her. But she +stopped him with a gesture, saying: +</p> + +<p> +"I am afraid you will be disappointed in the end. Your +fancy has magnified my capacities!" +</p> + +<p> +He did not offer to shake hands on the bargain, but +protested: +</p> + +<p> +"You will not disappoint me—Diana!" +</p> + +<p> +He pronounced her name very deliberately, once only. +It was as if some enthusiast had picked the unique flower +of a Victoria regia on the night of its blossoming. +</p> + +<p> +There was a long silence. He went back to his arm-chair +and flung himself into it, drawing his pencil from his pocket +as if he had notes to jot down. When at last he spoke, +his tone was businesslike, much as if he were in his office. +</p> + +<p> +"Here is what I suggest. You leave on the fifteenth of +this month, a week from now, that is to say. I'll give you +a cheque for twenty thousand marks, out of which you are +to pay yourself a salary of three thousand marks a month. +You are to charge your expenses extra. I'll give you +introductions. You are to write your reports yourself, to me +personally, but only when you consider it necessary. Every +one will say you are travelling in my interests, but you are +not to admit the fact under any circumstances. Give me your +word—good—and promise me likewise that you will give +no information to any one else. That's right! We'll draw up +our contract together; I don't want my secretary to have +a suspicion of this undertaking of ours. Agreed?" +</p> + +<p> +"All right," she cried with alacrity as she jumped up and +assumed a military attitude of attention. +</p> + +<p> +He smiled as he accompanied her to the hall. On +reaching the music room she suddenly stopped. +</p> + +<p> +"What had I better say I am doing down there—officially?" +</p> + +<p> +"Oh, studying—museums—anything you like." +</p> + +<p> +"Excavations! That's the thing. Archæological studies. +My father discovered some Phœnician glassware in the +neighbourhood." +</p> + +<p> +He noticed that her movements were slower, that her +thoughts were elsewhere. At the house door he bade her +farewell, and at last bent over her hand and kissed it. +</p> + +<p> +"Good-bye," she murmured in a far-away voice as she +got wearily into the carriage. +</p> + +<p> +"She's not been successful after all," thought the +manservant as he closed the door on her. +</p> + +<p> +"She is thoroughly natural and yet a mystery," thought +Scherer on his way back to his rooms. +</p> + +<p> +He looked at the objects around him, things she had +touched or had spoken about. On reaching the window he +sniffed the resinous scent of the walnut tree. The moths +were still fluttering round the lamps, the globe was on the +little table. Her answers came back to him as he mused. +</p> + +<p> +He had quite forgotten that he had entrusted a very +unusual and delicate piece of business to a stranger. +Everywhere he felt and saw the woman. +</p> + +<p> +When undressing he thought of her boylike figure, and +after getting into bed and switching off the light, he said +to himself: +</p> + +<p> +"Yes. With such a woman one might be tempted to risk +the experiment." +</p> + +<p> +Diana felt tired as she entered her little room. Her body +needed rest and relaxation after the hours of tension. The +globe had stimulated her imagination, and when Scherer +laid bare his plans it seemed to her as if some one had +flung wide all the doors of a vast hall filled with columns. +Mirrors reflected the columns again and again, so that +they appeared to be unending. Then, when he had spoken +her name, she had thought: "Can it be that this man has +never called a woman by some loving pet name?" +</p> + +<p> +Her thoughts had already begun to stray while he was +outlining his conditions. She had felt very tired, had longed +to be allowed to go to sleep. +</p> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<p><a id="chap0110"></a></p> + +<h3> +CHAPTER TEN +</h3> + +<p> +"Please meet me tonight +six-thirty outside New Station. Mufti. Diana." +</p> + +<p> +The major had already been informed that she no longer +went to the office regularly, but had been seen at the +leading tailor's and dressmaker's busy replenishing her +wardrobe. He guessed that some fresh adventure was afoot, and +was less surprised at her summons than he otherwise might +have been. He accepted the windfall with grateful thanks. +Thrusting the telegram into a drawer, he gave his orderly +the following instructions: +</p> + +<p> +"See that the place is immaculately clean and tidy. +Everything must be dusted, including the tops of the cupboards, +thoroughly. Fresh candles. Tea to be served. You are to go +to bed at ten. Not to wake me early tomorrow morning; in +fact, don't come to my room till I ring. I shall not want +my mail brought in, not even if there's a wire. If any one +calls, I'm not at home. Got it?" +</p> + +<p> +"Yes, Sir." +</p> + +<p> +"Here, take this. As soon as I'm off, get along to the florist +over the way and buy some white carnations. Not red ones, +or pink ones, or white roses, or wallflowers. White—Carnations. +I want them arranged in those three vases, a third of +the bunch in each, one on the bedside table. Do you understand?" +</p> + +<p> +"Yes, Sir." +</p> + +<p> +But his hopes were dashed as soon as he met her, and +when she shook him in so comradely a fashion by the hand. +He thought: "I'll give her champagne. They all of them +succumb to its spell!" +</p> + +<p> +He tried to persuade her to drive out in a car. She would +not hear of it, insisting that they take a train. +</p> + +<p> +"If we keep the car it will cost no end of money; I know +you won't send it away, and I can't offer to share expenses. +Besides, it's quicker by train, and in this wind any attempt +at conversation will be impossible if we motor out." +</p> + +<p> +"Have you so short a time to give me?" +</p> + +<p> +"Till nine." +</p> + +<p> +He knew her dislike of ceremonial and that she hated +being cajoled into changing her mind. When she gave, +she lavished her gifts with generous hand. So he merely +said teasingly: +</p> + +<p> +"You've obviously got some important conference at that +hour." +</p> + +<p> +"Well guessed!" +</p> + +<p> +The train was full. They sat in opposite corners, silently +appraising one another. He looked rather angular in his +civilian suit, and his neck, which was unduly long, struck +her as absurd, rising uncouthly above the linen collar. Still, +she refrained from staring too pointedly at this flaw, for +she knew how sensitive her friend was as to his appearance. +Surely he used to be more tanned in the old days? +Intellectual pursuits are always bad for the health! A white +carnation in his buttonhole? Incurable sentimentalist.... +</p> + +<p> +</p> + +<p> +The major took in her thin summer dress, and the +mauve-coloured rose in her wide-brimmed, grey-green hat. +When he thought he could do so unobserved, he allowed +his fancy to roam over the sweets that lay beneath the folds +of the frock. Memories crowded upon him, his senses were +stirred, he thought of the possible return journey alone +with her in a car. Yes, anything might happen. As they +walked through the wood which led from the little wayside +station to the restaurant, his brain was in a whirl of +thoughts and desires. +</p> + +<p> +A table had been reserved by her. They looked down on +the unruffled waters of the lake. Not a sail was to be seen +on the smooth expanse that gleamed all rosy in the evening +light. Diana had ordered the menu, as had been her +wont when they used to dine here; and the champagne they +drank was of the old familiar brand. But he sought in vain +to reawaken in her the mood of long ago by recalling past +suppers in these self-same surroundings. Diana, who was +looking again at a watery expanse after many weeks' +starvation, could think of nothing but the lake and the boat +she had run away from so recently. Very softly she began +to tell her friend of the life she had led on the island, of +swimming and climbing and fishing, of the swallows coming +north. She was not in the least amorous this evening; +indeed, so calm and collected was she that he too grew less +disquieted for a time. After a while, however, his passion +once more found expression in his eyes; he drew nearer, +pressed his suit with ardour. She stopped him short, +observing humorously: +</p> + +<p> +"My dear, I no longer wear the white carnation!" +</p> + +<p> +"You ought to! You must!" +</p> + +<p> +"I have become another being." +</p> + +<p> +"Oh, we must not let this lovely summer evening slip +through our fingers. We could be so happy. You would +not have wired to me if you had not been free...." +</p> + +<p> +"I am leaving town in three hours from now." +</p> + +<p> +He held his peace, trying to control his emotion, wincing +with jealousy at the thoughts her announcement +conjured up. +</p> + +<p> +"You are going away?" +</p> + +<p> +"Yes." +</p> + +<p> +"May I ask where?" +</p> + +<p> +"To the Balkans." +</p> + +<p> +Like a flash came the conviction that she was travelling +with Scherer, for his acquaintance with the man was too +slight for him to know that such an intrigue was out of +the question. With innuendo he asked: +</p> + +<p> +"Wagon-lit, I wager!" +</p> + +<p> +She laughed gaily as she penetrated his meaning. +</p> + +<p> +"Yes, wagon-lit. Coupé séparé, for one. A conventual cell +from which on arrival at my destination a nun will emerge. +I shall bid a solemn farewell to sin as I quaff the last glass +of this superb Cliquot!" +</p> + +<p> +He could not help joining in her good humour. +</p> + +<p> +"Why not bid your farewell in the arms of a captain +of horse in mufti?" +</p> + +<p> +"Because he has been raised to the rank of major and is +a member of the general staff with weighty responsibilities +on his shoulders. In addition, my train leaves at eleven." +</p> + +<p> +"There's plenty of time till then. It's only eight," he +exclaimed incautiously. He bit his lip in mortification, +recognizing his blunder. But she chose to find his words amusing. +She laughed, and rejoined with unexpected candour: +</p> + +<p> +"You are forgetting the conference at nine o'clock!" +</p> + +<p> +"Who is the lucky devil?" +</p> + +<p> +"My brother." +</p> + +<p> +The major's brows were raised ever so slightly. She +instantly realized that something was amiss. With a complete +change of manner, curt and cold, with masculine firmness, +she demanded: +</p> + +<p> +"What's up?" +</p> + +<p> +"Oh, nothing." +</p> + +<p> +"Please tell me. As my friend, I beg you to let me know +... Felix!" +</p> + +<p> +Her tone was so earnest that he gave way. +</p> + +<p> +"I am uneasy about him." +</p> + +<p> +"Women?" +</p> + +<p> +"Ladies—and women." +</p> + +<p> +"Hm. Anything else?" +</p> + +<p> +"Gambling." +</p> + +<p> +"Is that all?" +</p> + +<p> +"Debts of honour." +</p> + +<p> +"Who pays?" +</p> + +<p> +He was silent, leaving her to draw her own conclusions. +Diana emptied her glass. She gazed down over the peaceful +waters of the lake. The past, instead of lending wings to +her spirit, weighed heavily upon her. This present moment +of time seemed to her an empty, inglorious thing. Ahead of +her lay duties to be performed whose attraction depended +on people she did not know and whom she could not cut +adrift from her life if they disappointed her expectations. +She mused: +</p> + +<p> +"Shall you ever be truly free, poor fluttering heart? A +man who sends you to spy out the land. A friend for ever +on the watch. A brother you must always keep your eye +upon. I am a migratory bird. Continually on the go. Is +there no coast where I can rest for awhile, alone? Why, +just today, should I be so overwhelmed with a longing for +solitude, just when I have decided to travel away to fresh +adventures?" +</p> + +<p> +She rose slowly, and turned to her companion. His face, +too, was clouded. The effervescent spirits provoked by the +champagne had evaporated. The major had given up all +hope of carrying out his plans for the evening, and it was +with perfect frankness that he said: +</p> + +<p> +"We won't go back by train. Too many people." +</p> + +<p> +The car took them swiftly through the twilit wood. +Diana always felt more alone, weaker, in the gloaming +than in the full light of day. She wanted to seek refuge, to +find protection, from this sense of solitude, and leaned +confidingly against her friend's shoulder. He wrapped his +cloak around her, looking down at her in silence. Her eyes +were closed, and round her lips a faint smile hovered. His +heart was filled with infinite gratitude. Forgotten now the +dreams of her physical charms. He could think of nothing +but guarding her from evil. When the car ran over rough +surfaces, he held her to him, trying to parry with his elbow +the shock of the jolts. He played gently with the strands of +hair loosened by the wind, and thought: +</p> + +<p> +"Often and often she has been like a mother towards me. +Tonight I feel as if she were my sister. She is always +different, infinitely varied." +</p> + +<p> +On reaching town, she sat up again, put her hat to rights, +pulled on her gloves, and gripped his big hand in +hers. +</p> + +<p> +"Will you promise me something?" +</p> + +<p> +"Willingly." +</p> + +<p> +"Keep an eye on Sidney. Send me a wire if he needs +money. Your last letter goes with me. Farewell! Thank you +for the drive back, and for your good, kind hands." +</p> + +<p> +She got down at the door of her modest hotel. He held +both her hands in his, and kissed the right. Then he drove +home. It struck nine as he entered. His man, who had not +expected him back so early, was arranging the white +carnations. His jaw dropped as he saw his master. +</p> + +<p> +"What are you doing there?" +</p> + +<p> +"The carnations, Sir..." +</p> + +<p> +"Idiot! Go to bed. Call me at five. I'm going for a ride." +</p> + +<p> +</p> + +<p> +Sidney, punctual to the minute, greeted Diana in the +hall where she had been awaiting him. She took him +straight to her room, where her luggage was ready packed. +</p> + +<p> +"Hallo! Are you going away?" +</p> + +<p> +"Yes, tonight." +</p> + +<p> +"To England?" +</p> + +<p> +"No, to the south. Have you heard from Father?" +</p> + +<p> +"A card from London with his address and a word or two." +</p> + +<p> +"May I make a note of it?" +</p> + +<p> +"Keep the card, and give me the address." +</p> + +<p> +While Diana was copying the long address, Sidney's +eye was caught by a picture of a dog in a little silver frame. +</p> + +<p> +"Fine beast! How splendid he looks standing on the shore, +staring so eagerly across the water. Is he expecting some +one?" +</p> + +<p> +"Yes, he's waiting for me. That's Lago Maggiore. I went +for a sail every morning." +</p> + +<p> +"Is he a sort of silvery grey?" +</p> + +<p> +"Yes, and his eyes are blue." +</p> + +<p> +"It's a strange thing, but I came across a dog just like this +one quite recently in a public park...." +</p> + +<p> +"Here?" +</p> + +<p> +"No, in Vienna." +</p> + +<p> +Diana felt uneasy. +</p> + +<p> +"The dog stayed with me for a minute or two, snuffing +round me, and whining, till his master called him to heel." +</p> + +<p> +"His master called him?" +</p> + +<p> +"Of course. The creature had a beautiful and very +appropriate name—Othello." +</p> + +<p> +Diana snapped her bag to, and asked airily: +</p> + +<p> +"So you've just been to Vienna?" +</p> + +<p> +"Last week. Are you going that way?" +</p> + +<p> +"I'm taking the night train to Vienna." +</p> + +<p> +"And beyond?" +</p> + +<p> +"Yes. I'll write to you. Shall I send it to you care of the +Political Club?" +</p> + +<p> +"They will forward anything." +</p> + +<p> +"Are you going away, too?" +</p> + +<p> +"I'm not certain. Are you ready to start?" +</p> + +<p> +"No, I've got a couple of letters to write first." +</p> + +<p> +"Then I'll say good-bye. And, please do write to me this +time!" +</p> + +<p> +He kissed her hand. She looked fixedly at him for a +moment, then kissed him on the cheek. +</p> + +<p> +"Good-bye, Sidney." +</p> + +<p> +"Good-bye, Diana." +</p> + +<p> +For some time after his going she sat in a brown study +on the edge of the bed. Then she read the postcard from her +father in London, held it up to the light as if to test the +authenticity of the handwriting, laid it away in her case, +sat down at her desk, and wrote: +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="noindent"> +"My dear Father, +</p> + +<p> +"Sidney, whom I have met during my brief stay here, +has given me your card. You write that our dear old Mary +has called, inquiring after me and weeping. Please tell her +I should like her to join me in the Balkans as soon as +possible. I enclose a cheque for her. Ask her to go to Cook's. +They'll tell her how to get to ——. +</p> + +<p> +"Are you never going to write to me? On all my travels +a tiny packet of your letters goes with me, hardly twenty in +the course of seven years. I know them by heart. I have +studied each one over and over, like an orchestral score, a +mystery. Will you send me a picture of yourself? Nothing +could give your Diana greater pleasure. Sidney tells me +your hair is quite white now. +</p> + +<p> +"I had a Great Dane for a time; his coat was silver-grey. +He was so fond of me that he was not jealous although his +master loved me. He recognized Sidney as my brother when +they met by chance in a town far away from here. +</p> + +<p> +"I am starting on a journey tonight, which will take me +near my old home. I am in a serious mood, and my mind is +full of thoughts. I am sunburned, but Sidney is white. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> + "Love me as I love you.<br> + "DIANA."<br> +</p> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<p><a id="chap0201"></a></p> + +<h2> +BOOK TWO +</h2> + +<p><br><br></p> + +<h3> +CHAPTER ONE +</h3> + +<p> +As Andreas's carriage drew +up before the embassy, his ears were greeted with the +strains of Chopin's music pouring down to him through +the open window, and while he waited in the marble +vestibule his whole being seemed to be bathed in the sounds. +Could it be that these minor cadences, simultaneously so +bitter and so sweet, gave him a foretaste of the reception he +might expect? He was ushered into a darkened room, fitfully +lighted by tiny rays of the southern sun penetrating +through the Venetian blinds. The alternation of heat and +cold, of dazzling radiance and veiled obscurity, plunged +his senses into uncertain depths. He felt uneasy as he +watched the gold-clad kavass noiselessly retreating into the +shadows with his card. At once elated and oppressed, he +was conscious of his heart-beats. +</p> + +<p> +"Fate seems to brood over this palace," he mused. "Am +I to be drawn into its labyrinthine ways? That oriental +moves noiselessly up the stair. I can hear him knock at the +door, can see the statesman looking at the message which +is to introduce a stranger into his house. My name is +unknown to him; nor do I know him. But in a neighbouring +room is a woman playing, sending forth to a stranger +sounds that convey a warning, and seem to tell him that +he is more akin to the music than to the statesman's +papers..." +</p> + +<p> +He took a few steps towards the side whence the music +came, hoping to hear better. He recognized the piece. It +was the <i>Ballade in G minor</i>, and as he listened to the +constantly recurring lilt which brought to his mind the leaping +and subsiding movement of a fountain, he thought: +</p> + +<p> +"The countess plays like a man. I play it more delicately." +</p> + +<p> +The door was thrown open, and the silent domestic signed +to him to follow. They mounted the stairs, and he was led +to the room whence the music came. At that moment the +final note was played, the servant opened the door, and +Andreas moved forward into a twilit chamber. A tall, slender +man in a light summer suit rose from the music-stool to +welcome him. +</p> + +<p> +"You have just come from Vienna," said the count, so +quickly that Andreas scarcely had time to recover from his +surprise. "I am very grateful to my old friend for sending +you to me. What is he doing now? Rarely do I get a chance +of seeing, or hearing about, old acquaintances. Ah, how +one longs for the freedom of youth! Then one could travel, +one had no responsibilities... I gather from my friend's +letter that you are here to look around a bit, to take your +bearings... If only the later gains could make up for +our lost youth! ... Do you smoke? A cigarette?" +</p> + +<p> +Andreas, from the depths of a huge arm-chair, took a +cigarette from the box his host was offering with the quick, +jerky movements of a restless boy. Then the count went +over to the window, and, with an impatient gesture of the +foot, pushed the shutters open. His figure was silhouetted +against a dazzling background of scintillating water, the +broad span of water above which the palace had been built. +Andreas came to his side, and gazed over the landscape. +From no other spot could so magnificent a view of the town +and surrounding country be obtained. Yet it was his host +and not the panorama that held Andreas's attention. The +count's right arm was outstretched as he pointed to certain +details, while with his left hand he shaded his eyes +from the midday glare. +</p> + +<p> +Gregor, Count of Münsterberg, was not the man whose +talented Don-Juan type Andreas had seen in portraits taken +long ago. Indeed, the count had not allowed any pictures of +himself to be published for many a year, and he would +certainly not have placed himself in this pitiless light if he +had known Andreas of old. For Gregor's hair was +grey—those golden locks which had bewitched so many women +ten or twenty years back as he sat drawing sweet music +from the piano, or casting a look behind as he rode by. +The face whose laughter had once beguiled, was now +furrowed; the cheeks were sunken, the blue, seductive eyes +gazed forth from deep hollows, the mocking lips, slightly +open and moist as with much kissing, lay clean shaven over +a chin that still had something of its former sauciness but +which was no longer round. +</p> + +<p> +As soon as the ambassador felt himself observed, he +withdrew from the window, closed the shutters, and motioned +his guest to an easy-chair. He himself made for the +music-stool once more, puffing at his cigarette as he went. His +hands moved to and fro above the keys as if they itched to +be playing. +</p> + +<p> +"Am I disturbing you, Your Excellency?" asked Andreas. +</p> + +<p> +"Not in the least, Doctor." +</p> + +<p> +"Oh, please, I never use the title." +</p> + +<p> +"Good. And I will beg you, in return, not to call me +'Your Excellency.' Now, tell me in what way may I be of +service to you?" +</p> + +<p> +"In nothing specific, Count. I have come here to get in +touch with persons and things, so that +ultimately—perhaps—I might be attached to some provincial +consulate—or—" +</p> + +<p> +"Have you studied law?" +</p> + +<p> +"No. I am a poet." +</p> + +<p> +Andreas made the statement with such childlike simplicity +that he left no margin for astonishment. The count, +whose passionate nature made him delight in the unusual, +swung himself round on the music-stool as he laughingly +declared: +</p> + +<p> +"So you want to make Plato's ideas of the State a reality, +eh?" +</p> + +<p> +The name of the great philosopher gave Andreas back +his self-confidence, which the abrupt movement of the count +had somewhat shaken. He therefore replied vivaciously: +</p> + +<p> +"Action! said Demosthenes." +</p> + +<p> +"Action, yes. I said that too when I felt my talent and +inclination drawing me to take up music as my profession, +while other feelings were impelling me to devote my life +to other issues. Do you imagine there are no regrets?..." +</p> + +<p> +"Who has never had things to regret?" +</p> + +<p> +Andreas spoke very softly. The count became attentive. +Such words coming from so young a man left him wondering. +He looked more keenly at his visitor, while he thought: +</p> + +<p> +"Should he be pitied or envied because experience has +touched him so early in life?" +</p> + +<p> +Slowly he left the piano and walked over to where Andreas +sat. His words fell upon the poet's ears like dark drops +from a deep, quiet spring. +</p> + +<p> +"If only reality corresponded to our formulas! Action? +I would answer your rhetoric with: 'First of all, +patience!' Thirty years of patient work during which your black +locks will slowly turn to grey, as mine have turned which +once were golden. Then, when you have got to the top of +the ladder—are you free at last to do what you have always +yearned to be doing? Are you then a master, and can you, +with the freedom of an artist, put your sign manual upon +the clay of a world that now bewitches you? It would have +been so splendid to compose a whole series of operas—to +have evolved a new form of undying melody, far outstripping +the wonders Wagner achieved, a huge symbolical +trilogy in three spheres—working undisturbed—in one's +chosen medium—undisturbed... Do you really mean to +give up writing poetry, to crush the dreams that are now +surging in your brain, to renounce the drama now shaping +itself within you, in order that you may become consul in, +let us say, Kilimanjaro?" +</p> + +<p> +Andreas, who had been much with artists and very little +with realists, was not as surprised at such a speech +coming from an ambassador within the walls of an embassy as +he might otherwise have been. He answered composedly: +</p> + +<p> +"A step up the ladder of patience, Count!" +</p> + +<p> +The elder man roused himself from his gloomy +recollections, resumed his alert manner, and said briskly: +</p> + +<p> +"Very well, let us suppose that at some future date you +enter as master into the house of my colleague over the +way. Who are you then?" +</p> + +<p> +"I don't know exactly... If you mean to imply that +here, in this house, you yourself, Count... Great schemes +have matured under this roof, far-reaching treaties have +been signed at that table, maybe the most amazing +alliances have been conceived in this very room. And do +you mean to say that all these things have brought no +satisfaction to the man responsible for their creation, that they +are not sufficient compensation for the sacrifice of a musical +career? Forgive me, a stranger, speaking so freely..." +</p> + +<p> +He had risen as if to master his emotion, for he felt the +rhapsodic spirit rising within him, and did not wish to be +carried away by his own words, especially in this house. +But to the master of the house the young man at this +moment was particularly attractive, as they walked up and +down together and Andreas looked at him, his eyes aglow. +</p> + +<p> +"Go on, go on! You bring youth back into this room." +</p> + +<p> +He blew the smoke from between his lips, flicked the +ash from the cigarette, strolled over to a map that was +hanging from the wall, and said, speaking indistinctly and with +assumed indifference: +</p> + +<p> +"Satisfaction? An excellent word! Occasionally it +is—even—quite—interesting." +</p> + +<p> +He stuck his hands deep into his pockets, balanced +himself on the toes of his brown leather shoes, gazed absently +at the map, and hummed quietly to himself as if he felt +he had achieved some mysterious and subtle victory. Then +he was silent for a while, bit his lips, and looked with +concentrated attention at one particular spot on the map as if +he wanted to wrench a town or a province away from the +glazed surface of the print. A minute passed. Suddenly he +turned to his visitor and asked in cold, formal tones: +</p> + +<p> +"Can I help you in any way? Give you an introduction?" +</p> + +<p> +"Many thanks. Our own..." +</p> + +<p> +"I hope to see you again before you leave, Dr. Seeland." +</p> + +<p> +"With pleasure, Your Excellency." +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p> +An hour later, the ambassador sat at table with his wife +and his eight-year-old son. While they lunched he told +them of his interview with a young poet who was set on +taking up a diplomatic career.fx +</p> + +<p> +"Otherwise he seems a most interesting young fellow. +The pity of it! There'll be one poet the less, and if he does +not shake off his present enthusiasms, there will not be one +statesman the more!" +</p> + +<p> +"Who is he?" +</p> + +<p> +"Let me see... Ah, here's his card." +</p> + +<p> +He read the name. +</p> + +<p> +"Andreas Seeland has written some delightful sonnets. +I should like to know him." +</p> + +<p> +"Invite him to lunch." +</p> + +<p> +"Lunch is not a good meal at which to make a poet's +acquaintance," laughed the countess. +</p> + +<p> +"Well, ask him to tea." +</p> + +<p> +She turned to the butler, gave him Andreas's card, and +said: +</p> + +<p> +"Get some one to telephone to the Grand Hotel as soon as +possible to ask this gentleman if he can come to tea with +me this afternoon at five." +</p> + +<p> +"Today?" queried the ambassador, looking at her +dubiously, as if perplexed by his wife's strange caprice. +</p> + +<p> +"Why not?" she counter-queried coldly. +</p> + +<p> +"May I come too, Mamma?" pleaded the child. +</p> + +<p> +"Why do you want to come, I'd like to know?" +</p> + +<p> +"There are always such lovely sandwiches at your +tea-parties!" +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p> +Andreas had heard various reports concerning the Countess +of Münsterberg. It was rumoured that she was a Dalmatian +princess, emancipated, but not amorous; that she +wantonly defied the fashions in dress; that she disseminated +scandalous stories about her own life in order to revenge +herself for her husband's dalliance with the fair sex. All +these stereotyped items of society gossip had left Andreas +cold. Nor had his curiosity been sufficiently aroused to make +him seek an early interview with the lady. Besides, he had +been influenced by the almost universal detraction, and +fancied her no more than a society dame wishing to make +herself conspicuous by eccentricities. The unfavourable +impression was redoubled when he received her sudden and +informal invitation. With a nameless dread and misgiving +in his heart, he climbed the stairs and was shown into her +boudoir. He stood bowing on the threshold as the kavass +noiselessly closed the door. +</p> + +<p> +The room was wide and lofty, illuminated with the +mellow light of the afternoon sun. Blue was the prevailing +colour, but the furnishings were in no particular style. +Over against one of the windows he saw a massive table +and some cumbersome easy chairs. Away in the farther +corner, as it might be on the opposite bank of a wide +river, he guessed there must be a commodious divan, for he +saw the outline of a reclining feminine form. A vast +expanse of blue carpet, thrown rug-fashion on the floor, +separated him from this woman, a huge sea through whose +waters he must swim if he wished to reach her shore. +Slowly, stepping cautiously, he ventured forward. His eyes +were riveted on to that far-off strand where—was it a +shoal?—the half reclining, voluminous shape of the woman +awaited him. The rock on which she lay shone like gold; +her flowing raiment was blue; and, like a golden wave, her +hair was massed upon her head, shimmering amid the +encompassing ocean of blue which lapped around her resting +place. He paused for a moment on reaching the middle +of the carpet. The whole thing must be a dream-canvas by +Veronese. But those were two living eyes which gazed so +fixedly at him, patiently awaiting his approach. As if +swimming against a strong current, he advanced step by +step towards the distant shore. She raised herself on her +arm, and he saw that she held a book in her hand, a book +of verses, judging by the wide margin. Her eyes were +intent upon him, unfathomable in their earnestness. So +immobile was she that he could study the details of her face +as he drew near, could see the passionate curve of the lips. +</p> + +<p> +These lips now fell softly apart, and a clear contralto +voice exclaimed: +</p> + +<p> +"Poeta!" +</p> + +<p> +He tried to smile his thanks, but when he opened his +mouth to speak, his expression remained serious and he +could utter one word only: +</p> + +<p> +"Principessa!" +</p> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<p><a id="chap0202"></a></p> + +<h3> +CHAPTER TWO +</h3> + +<p> +At half-past twelve next day +a carriage drew up before the embassy. Diana stepped +down. She had arrived the previous evening, a week later +than Andreas, and neither suspected the other's presence +in the town. A sorrel horse was pawing the gravel at the +foot of the steps leading up to the front door, tossing his +head as the groom held the bridle-rein. Diana moved +forward up the steps, and at that moment a little boy came +running from the house, closely followed by three men of +uncertain age. The men bowed to Diana in passing, while +one of them called to the child: +</p> + +<p> +"It's no use, Clemens, Papa is already coming down!" +</p> + +<p> +"Just one little minute," pleaded the lad, placing his foot +in the groom's hand and leaping into the saddle, while his +three friends gathered round protesting. +</p> + +<p> +Diana meanwhile handed the servant her card and a letter +of introduction to the ambassador. The man shook his +head: +</p> + +<p> +"I'm sorry, Madam, but His Excellency is out riding." +</p> + +<p> +She turned to go, and as she did so an Italian greyhound +brushed against her, springing down the steps. From the +door came a sound of spurs clinking; a tall shadow fell +across her path. She looked up to find herself confronted +by a man in riding breeches, a crop in his left hand, while +his right was brought to the salute. A nod from her in +acknowledgment, unusually free and debonair, took him +so much aback that he forgot to drop his hand after the +greeting. The dog stood shivering at his side, eager and +expectant. Would the man speak, apologize for not +receiving her? His lips opened; she liked his looks; smiled +at him. He, too, smiled; but at that moment the boy +called up to him: +</p> + +<p> +"Papa! I'm going to ride away, and leave you!" +</p> + +<p> +The elder man turned abruptly, made a sign to the +child, saluted Diana once again, and, elastic as the +greyhound at his side, ran down the steps to join the group +round the horse. +</p> + +<p> +Diana got into the carriage, the four men and the boy +bowed farewell, the coachman whipped up the horses, +and she was gone. +</p> + +<p> +The ambassador watched the dust cloud rising behind +the vehicle, then slowly dropped his eyes to the card and +the envelope the servant had given him. He read: Diana +de Wassilko, Hotel Savoy. The letter was an introduction +from Scherer. He twisted the card between his fingers, +vexed that the meeting had not been better managed on +his part. His eyes travelled to the group round the horse; +the greyhound whined with impatience at his side. +Suddenly he saw the boy slip in the saddle, while the men +teasingly pulled him by his little legs. +</p> + +<p> +"Clemens! Come, I won't have it. Off you get!" And, +stepping up swiftly, he lifted the child down. His voice +was so harsh that his son looked up at him inquiringly. +The three men, too, were embarrassed, as they watched +the count swing himself into the saddle and ride away, +preceded by the dog. With a sulky pout, Clemens gazed +after his father's retreating figure. Then the party turned, +and strolled up the hill. They were silent for a while, +each thinking the same thought. At last the eldest +murmured: "The chief's in a bad temper again. I wonder +what's up?" +</p> + +<p> +Baron Linnartz, the speaker, was a man of forty or +more, secretary to the Legation. His bald head was sunk +between exaggeratedly broad shoulders, and his moustache, +which he carefully trained into an upward curve, did not +conceal his shapeless lips, which twisted nervously from +time to time. +</p> + +<p> +"Probably the sequel of a lonely night!" exclaimed the +military attaché. +</p> + +<p> +The baron made a pretence of being shocked at such +barefaced cynicism. +</p> + +<p> +"My dear Eckersberg, what a suggestion!" +</p> + +<p> +"Well, Linnartz, if you know of any better amusement +in this vale of tears, out with it. If not, at least let +us talk of our rake's dreams since we have been +effectually marooned in this land of odalisques!" +</p> + +<p> +"You forget that I am a married man, my dear Count!" +</p> + +<p> +"Sorry, Baron." +</p> + +<p> +The youngest attaché, who had hitherto held his peace, +now put in a word hoping to dispel the slight tension +which had arisen between his two companions. He had +been nicknamed "the tall prince." A man with artistic +tastes and a pretty wit, he was a universal favourite, though +he himself suffered from a chronic state of tedium as he +moved from one drawing-room to another on his long +crane's legs. +</p> + +<p> +"Honi soit qui mal y pense, Gentlemen! Our worthy +chief was obviously put out because the young lady drove +off so quickly. Didn't you notice? Wasn't she charming +in her white dress, with the love-locks dancing under her +lace veil? And he lost his opportunity, because he had +decided on a ride. Poor old Gregory the Seventh! You +ought to be sorry for him." +</p> + +<p> +"You are always making excuses for him," protested +the baron. "He has no business to behave like that, to +be so offhand with us. One who is ill-tempered and capricious +with his intimates is the same when dealing with +political situations. The State..." +</p> + +<p> +"Oh Lord, the State!" +</p> + +<p> +"Yes, the State, if Your Highness will allow me to +explain. Respect for the leading officers of a State should +not have to depend on impressions created by the female +of the species. One who has the State's interests at heart +should not, indeed, allow himself to be influenced by +impressions of any kind. I stick to what I have said ever since +they sent me here two years ago: he may be a very gifted +man, a man with fine ideas; but a man who has time to +play Schubert all the morning is not fit for an official post." +</p> + +<p> +"Chopin, my dear Baron," amended the prince, hoping +to turn his companion's thoughts away from this perennial +grievance. +</p> + +<p> +The other cleared his throat for a further attack, but the +prince leaned across him and, speaking to Eckersberg, +inquired: +</p> + +<p> +"Did you, too, notice nothing?" +</p> + +<p> +"A thoroughbred! Must be of aristocratic birth. Probably +she'll be invited to lunch and trotted out to show her +points as usual! Have you seen the countess this morning?" +</p> + +<p> +"She put off my wife yesterday—they'd been going to +have tea together. Said she had a visitor. I fancy it was a +young man who has just come here from Vienna." +</p> + +<p> +"Vienna? He must be the young poet, then," interjected +the prince. +</p> + +<p> +"Poet?" repeated the count. "So that's the kind of people +they are sending down here now! What extraordinary +things Austria does export, to be sure!" +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p> +Half an hour later Diana was about to sit down to lunch +when the waiter brought her a card. +</p> + +<p> +"Is the gentleman here?" +</p> + +<p> +"His Excellency is waiting in the hall." +</p> + +<p> +"Give me time to get back to my room, then show him +up, please." +</p> + +<p> +Diana deftly put a little order into her sitting room, +thinking meanwhile: "He's been quick about it!" On the +way back from the embassy she had recapitulated the +scene which had promised so well but which the chance +word of a child had suddenly brought to a close. She tried +to interpret the omen. Did it mean that the child was to +keep them apart? But she had no designs on this man! +All she had to do was to study him, to find out what +influence he exercised, who were his opponents, and so forth. +That is what she had come down here to accomplish after +two days and two nights travelling in the train. As for him +personally... +</p> + +<p> +There was a knock at the door. The ambassador entered. +He was still in riding breeches, but the dog and the crop +had been left below. Stepping lightly as a youth, he came +towards her with outstretched hand. +</p> + +<p> +"Please forgive me for coming like this, but I did not +wish to delay bringing my apologies. The servants have a +general order... I was just off for my morning ride.... +Yes, I know it is the hottest part of the day, and you may +well shake your head disapprovingly that I should be so +inconsiderate to my horse, in June, midday... And with +such bad roads... I had to pay a call in the suburbs... +Do you ride?" +</p> + +<p> +"Of course!" +</p> + +<p> +"I hope you've brought your saddle with you; there's +nothing to be got here to suit a lady..." +</p> + +<p> +"I don't use a side saddle. I ride astride, like a man." +</p> + +<p> +There was a momentary silence between them. The +words instantly conjured her up in his imagination as she +had stood on the steps at the embassy; they flooded the +whole picture with erotic significance, and set his heart to a +quicker beat. At the same time the memory of her name +flashed through his mind as he said: +</p> + +<p> +"Perhaps it may suit you to..." +</p> + +<p> +"With pleasure, if the countess can come too..." +</p> + +<p> +She merely brought the countess into the conversation +because she considered that the rôle she was destined to +play demanded a scrupulous adherence to social conventions. +But the count had been quick to read her true character, +and was no more to be taken in than a dog one tried +to entice on to a false scent. +</p> + +<p> +"The countess? Oh, she's all right. She doesn't ride any +more, since she was thrown... Besides, as you see, I am +no longer young..." +</p> + +<p> +He bent his head before her with all the subtle coquetry +of a man used to woman's admiration. Her smile did not +escape his notice, for he exclaimed: +</p> + +<p> +"There, now you are mocking my grey hairs!" +</p> + +<p> +"Does Your Excellency wish for veneration?" +</p> + +<p> +"Ah, that title I am doomed to hear reeks of gout!" +</p> + +<p> +He moved away from her towards the window. +</p> + +<p> +Diana's mirth took to flight on the instant. She saw the +finely shaped lips twitch ever so slightly, and guessed all +the pain that lurked behind the pleasantry. It seemed to +her suddenly as if she had grown old, had leaped the +decades that divided her from this man, and that she and he +were of equal age. So great were her powers of imagination +that she was able to transfer her change of outlook to her +physical appearance. The count turned round intending to +make some trivial comment on the town, but the amazing +change in her face stopped the words before they left his +lips. He hesitated a moment, and then with a boyish smile +he asked: +</p> + +<p> +"Have you no word of comfort for a poor grey-haired +man?" +</p> + +<p> +She was not in the humour to continue in this vein, and +whispered softly to herself: +</p> + +<p> +"Grey-haired... What are years? ... Are we not here +today and gone tomorrow?..." +</p> + +<p> +"You mean...?" +</p> + +<p> +"Don't you remember Hamlet's words to Horatio?" +</p> + +<p> +"For the moment..." +</p> + +<p> +She looked him squarely in the eyes, and said with meaning +emphasis, as if shooting two arrows one after the other +from the same bow: +</p> + +<p> +"Hic et ubique? Then, we'll shift our ground." +</p> + +<p> +"Hic et ubique! Did Hamlet say that too?" +</p> + +<p> +"Who else, indeed?" +</p> + +<p> +"That's our motto... It's the motto on the Münsterberg +coat-of-arms." +</p> + +<p> +"Strange coincidence," she said looking earnestly at him. +</p> + +<p> +He returned her scrutiny, his expression slowly changing +as he did so. Then: +</p> + +<p> +"Hic et ubique! Are those words true?" +</p> + +<p> +"What is truth?" said Diana quietly. "Truth is a word +only the free in spirit can pronounce, Count." +</p> + +<p> +"Are you so fearless?" +</p> + +<p> +Without stirring from her place, she looked at him +gravely and did not answer. +</p> + +<p> +"And are you so proud?" +</p> + +<p> +Again she made no reply. She waited. At last, unable +to bear her scrutiny any longer, he rose from his chair and +stood twisting his cap in his fingers like an awkward +boy. +</p> + +<p> +"Forgive me," he said. "Perhaps such questions are not +becoming in a lady's drawing-room..." +</p> + +<p> +"We are in a hotel," she replied airily. "Yesterday the +room may have been a forger's den!" +</p> + +<p> +"Do you think so badly of this town?" he laughingly +inquired. +</p> + +<p> +"No, not of the town, only of mankind in general." +</p> + +<p> +He let his lips linger on her hand at parting. +</p> + +<p> +"When may I hope to see you again, and where?" he +asked. +</p> + +<p> +Abruptly she was a girl again as she merrily replied: +</p> + +<p> +"Hic et ubique, Count of Münsterberg!" +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p> +He rode slowly home, deep in thought. Abdul, the +greyhound, sought to catch his eye, whining, barking softly, +hoping for a run. But his master continued to keep the +horse at a walking pace. +</p> + +<p> +"Corpo di Baccho," exclaimed the count at last. "Here's +a strange creature crossing my path! She stood on the +steps and smiled down at me—just like a cheeky little +duchess of seventeen. She gets into a carriage like a grande +dame of thirty. Then she talks boldly, frankly, eloquently,—a +reincarnation of Byron at nineteen or twenty! Extraordinary. +What am I to do? She's too tender a thing for me +to tamper with. And yet she's not tender, not in the least. +She is made of metal throughout, throat, breast... How +splendidly her name suits her. Why am I so squeamish, +then? Is she too young? Am I really grey? Passé? ... Come +up, Cavalier! Abdul!" +</p> + +<p> +He set spurs to his horse, and the beast sprang forward +to a gallop. Snorting, sweating, the three careered up the +hill. At the top was a little hollow. Gregor, plucked from +his impassivity by the excitement of the ride, now spurred +his mount anew, and they flew over the ditch—much to +the astonishment of some passers-by who had never seen +him ride so furiously before. At break-neck speed, he +continued along the alley. In the distance he espied a +carriage. The flutter of light dresses told him that the +occupants were women. Again he pressed forward, determined +to overtake them. +</p> + +<p> +"Youth, youth is driving ahead of me... Youth! I +must catch up ... or ... we are passé... Come on, +Abdul! Now then, Cavalier! Abdul!" +</p> + +<p> +Like a conqueror reaching his goal, intoxicated and yet +exhausted, he passed by the carriage at such speed that the +horses shied. +</p> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<p><a id="chap0203"></a></p> + +<h3> +CHAPTER THREE +</h3> + +<p> +"You are mistaken," said the +tall prince pointing to a special bar on the score. +"Weingartner always ignores this repeat, and goes straight on +to the next movement. Nor is it certain whether Beethoven +himself meant that for repeat marks. I have had the +original manuscript in my hand, and just at that point is +a blot of ink!" +</p> + +<p> +"Still," put in Andreas, "if one compares this with similar +effects in other compositions, don't you think we might +conclude that...?" +</p> + +<p> +"Of course," interposed the countess. "In the next world +I shall always have this part repeated." +</p> + +<p> +The three speakers were standing in the embrasure of the +window. Gathered round the fireplace at the other end of +the small rococo room, were the count, Baron Linnartz, +and the baroness. The shrill laughter of the lady could be +heard from time to time. It rang false now, as it always +did when she was put out and had no suitable answer +ready. Her eyes were full of enmity as she glanced across +at the countess. +</p> + +<p> +"You have made up your mind, then, to be a man at +your next reincarnation?" +</p> + +<p> +The prince spoke pointedly and looked down at her +with an expression which emphasized the physical difficulty +of such a transformation. The big woman instinctively +pulled up the neck of her gown so that the soft green +silk came into contact with the gems that shone on her full +round bosom. +</p> + +<p> +"Then maybe I shall at last fall in love with you, Prince, +for you will undoubtedly be a woman!" +</p> + +<p> +Andreas, who had never heard a lady speak with so +much boldness, looked at the countess dubiously, and +pressed his lips tightly together. The prince, standing +slightly in Andreas's rear, was fully aware that both were +trembling. +</p> + +<p> +"Possibly you are right," said he in a tone that was a +mixture of boredom and reflectiveness. Though he was +fond of teasing her, he felt a platonic sympathy for the +eccentric being. "I shall hope to be a woman fiddler in the +orchestra of which you are to be the conductor." +</p> + +<p> +"I shall only have men in my orchestra," answered the +countess resolutely. "You shall be my first 'cellist," she +added turning to Andreas, without in any way relaxing +the intense seriousness of her expression. +</p> + +<p> +"And what will the count play?" asked the prince +maliciously. +</p> + +<p> +"Piccolo!" +</p> + +<p> +The two men laughed; and now the countess joined +in their mirth for she wished to conceal the fact that this, +also, was spoken in earnest. +</p> + +<p> +"Good morning, Count Eckersberg," she exclaimed as +the military attaché stood bowing at the door. +</p> + +<p> +"May I share the joke?" he inquired, advancing towards +the group in the window. +</p> + +<p> +"Which one? Ours?" cried the count from his corner +by the fireplace. He hoped Eckersberg might join his +group, for the Linnartz conversation was anything but +entertaining. +</p> + +<p> +"Embarras de richesse," said Eckersberg in conventional +tones, trying to bring the two groups together. +</p> + +<p> +"Shall we go in to lunch, Gregor?" +</p> + +<p> +"I'm expecting another lady." +</p> + +<p> +"Who is she?" came from the two angles at once. +</p> + +<p> +"Surprise à la fourchette!" +</p> + +<p> +"May I know?" asked the baron stepping up to the +countess's side. +</p> + +<p> +"A stranger. I cannot even remember her name. She +came with a letter of introduction to the ambassador. He +asked her to luncheon." +</p> + +<p> +"Introduced by Scherer, comes from Berlin," said the +ambassador, as if to allay any doubts that might have arisen, +for he was alive to the fact that strange things were laid +to his charge. "You will find her quite charming." +</p> + +<p> +"Can it be the young person with the love-locks?" +inquired the military attaché. +</p> + +<p> +"Ecco!" was the brief answer. +</p> + +<p> +Andreas had not missed a syllable of this lively exchange. +At the words "love-locks" his pulses began to throb. The +thought of Diana rushed through his brain. He drew +nearer the countess, for she alone of all those present in +the room inspired him with confidence. +</p> + +<p> +"Who is the lady?" he whispered. +</p> + +<p> +He was conscious of his heart-beats as the countess, +turning to her husband, asked: +</p> + +<p> +"Gregor, what is our guest's name?" +</p> + +<p> +The door was thrown open as she spoke, and her interest +was transferred from the count to the new arrival. Andreas +had followed her first glance, and hung upon the count's +lips whence he expected the answer to the riddle. Now, +however, his interest too was centred on the door which +seemed to him to fly open as if by magic, for from where +he stood he could not see the servant who ushered the guest +into the room. The tension he experienced at this moment +was so extreme that he felt anything might happen. +</p> + +<p> +Diana appeared in the doorway. +</p> + +<p> +A sudden quiet fell upon the company. She had so recently +been the subject of their conversation that they felt +caught in the act, self-conscious. Diana, as usual, paused a +moment on the threshold before shaking hands with the +ambassador, who had stepped forward to welcome her. The +baron and his wife, ever suspicious of anything the chief +was responsible for, looked at Diana sceptically; the +officer's inspection savoured of curiosity; the prince's, of +delicate mockery. The countess, whose lonely heart was +wearied with the hundreds of masks she had been forced +to gaze on in this very room, and yet whose hopes revived +with every fresh apparition, saw the young woman in profile +shaking hands with the host. Taken aback by the boyish +silhouette, and at once recognizing all this little figure +contained of pride and courage, the countess turned +towards Andreas as if to seek confirmation of her first +impression. But the stranger was being led towards her by the +count, and the hostess, remembering her rôle, took a step +forward in greeting. At that moment Diana came to a +dead stop. The countess, not knowing what had happened, +followed suit. Thus the women faced one another like two +foes who had met unexpectedly. Diana had recognized +Andreas; at the same moment she also saw the golden-haired +woman, with the dark-haired youth standing immediately +behind her; one picture, a draught to quaff in +one gulp. +</p> + +<p> +Before the other guests became aware that anything was +amiss, the women had pulled themselves together and were +already shaking hands. The prince, alone, inscribed upon +the tablets of his memory the three looks that had been +exchanged. The count was introducing her. +</p> + +<p> +"Herr Seeland—Fräulein de Wassilko." +</p> + +<p> +Diana slowly bowed her head; Andreas bent forward +from the waist. +</p> + +<p> +"You take the countess in," whispered the prince to +Andreas, for it was customary among them to make a +newly appointed attaché play the son of the family. +</p> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<p><a id="chap0204"></a></p> + +<h3> +CHAPTER FOUR +</h3> + +<p class="noindent"> +Andreas to Nikolai. +</p> + +<p> +"... I am dreaming again. I never can dream when I +am actively happy. Then my nights follow one another +in unchanging succession. The hand, which a moment +before had been caressing the beloved, seems to go to +sleep of its own accord; while my head, close to hers, is +still linked to it by some few strands of hair. Then my +capacities for dreaming seem to be lulled as if, in the arms +of love, they were gathering new inspiration for the +solitary days which were bound to follow. +</p> + +<p> +"For the moment I am not alone, but I am not fully +in possession of my joy; therefore I am dreaming once +again. +</p> + +<p> +"Last night I was on our island. Day was beginning to +dawn. The boatman could hardly see the landing-stage, so +dark lay the shadow from the oleander tree. I went slowly +up the hill towards the white house. The door was open, +but Othello was not there to greet me. As in summer time, +cushions were strewn on the terrace, and some rugs lay +there just as Diana might have left them. A book had +slipped to the ground. My weary feet went slowly up the +steps. The door leading into our bedroom was open; on a +low table, a candle was guttering into its socket. I stepped +noiselessly up to the curtain which sheltered the bed, and +through whose folds I could hear the regular breathing of +the sleeper. I pulled the curtain back, and there +lay—Olivia, naked, before my eyes. Othello (can you +understand, my Nikolai?), Othello will not enter dreams into +which Diana does not come, and where Olivia breathes and +has her being. Othello is faithful. I fear I am not! Is +Diana? +</p> + +<p> +"For she is here, in this out-of-the-way part of Europe. +Don't be too astonished! +</p> + +<p> +"The day after the one I last wrote to you about, the +day I made the principessa's acquaintance, I was invited +to lunch at the embassy, and was standing behind Olivia +when, all of a sudden, in came Diana. I cannot honestly +say that I was surprised. 'Dream, come back to me,' I had +whispered every night during all those weeks when, in my +loneliness, I longed for a sight of her. So when she +appeared thus before me it was as if in response to my +expectations. She herself was taken aback by our meeting, for +she grew pale. When we took our places at table, and as +the meal progressed, my heart went out to her, and every +word I said seemed to be inspired by her. She was dressed +in white, and the bronze of her skin shone through the +raiment and gleamed forth among the pale company like the +horns among the violins in that piece of Schumann's—you +remember it. +</p> + +<p> +"Othello had sensed her presence before I did. He had +run hither and thither restlessly as we were out walking +the previous evening. He was searching for a trail that +I knew nothing of. She may have passed by in a carriage, +and only my dog and not my heart had been aware of her +proximity. Am I being put to a test? How would it have +been had I not seen Olivia, and had run across Diana while +taking a stroll? Would everything have been as it was in +the spring? I ask myself whether the extreme of love which +Olivia's lips seem to promise, will, if I ever get so far, sow +the field of my life with as lavish a hand as Diana's when +she yielded hesitatingly to my passionate embrace. I see, +I feel, what awaits me. Everything, in the world of +reality, my friend, we are doomed to know beforehand. You +may well ask why I have set my foot on the hard and +toilsome road leading to this new experience. How, I answer, +can a man control his fate in such matters? +</p> + +<p> +"A creature resembling a young moon has driven me +forth into the noonday glare, I know not why. There I +am faced with the great sun who, in his turn... Will he +drive me back into the dusk whence I have so recently +emerged? I'm sorry to be writing so mad a letter. The +nights are to blame, so hot, and the sirocco blowing.... +</p> + +<p> +"I enclose a new poem—To Olivia. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +"ANDREAS." +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Diana to Scherer. +</p> + +<p> +"... My very first experiences here confirm your hopes. +I've called on the minister. The visit was fairly successful, +partly because I did not go with an introduction from the +embassy, and partly because a certain Egyptian, sent to me +by the manager, smoothed the way for me. Furthermore, +the process of interpreting facilitated our negotiations. +Where else in Europe are we given so much time for +reflection, where else can we study the effect of our actions +upon our antagonists so admirably as here? He did not +believe a word I said when I informed him that I wished later +on to make a few excavations and wanted to use the new +permanent way to get to the ruins which lie on either +side of the track. I gathered all this by the solemn fashion +in which he nodded his head and promised me everything +I asked. He is not more narrow-minded than many of our +own folk, but he is extremely false. He speaks reservedly +about the count, which inclines me to believe that some +sympathy exists between them. The railroad people are of +course uncongenial to him, when he does not positively +loathe them; and he is comforted by the thought that I +personally seem to have little to do with them. His +secretary speaks French, and I paid him a score of compliments +afterwards. Nor did I miss an opportunity to have a dig +at his master. I shall certainly need the man's help in the +future. The main thing is to discover what the French have +promised, and especially how much they have offered him +if he will consent to act against Münsterberg. I have tipped +the bearer of this letter as handsomely as if the missive were +destined for a ruling monarch.... +</p> + +<p> +"Your manager is splendid. But he will have to get over +the mistrust he naturally feels towards me on account of +your very flattering recommendation. At present he sees +in me nothing other than a kind of supervisor! His house +is not sufficiently comfortable to receive guests, so I was +invited to dine at the hotel. We ate what was provided by +the menu of the day, and drank a sweet fizz very much the +worse for wear, from which I gather he is of a thrifty +disposition. His wife has the beautiful eyes, the slow +movements, the cloying sweetness, the perfidy, and the +ceaseless longing for love, typical of the Levantine woman. He +manages to keep her in hand for the present. While we +were at dinner, for instance, she ogled an English naval +officer at a neighbouring table, and her husband literally +crushed the look under foot before my very eyes. You know +that since his marriage he is still received at the embassy, +but only once a year now, at the annual levee when there +are some three hundred guests present. +</p> + +<p> +"For the rest, I shall have to be concise. I enclose the +notes I made immediately after my several visits to the +manager, the minister and the bank director (who seems +ill-disposed towards me). +</p> + +<p> +"As for the ambassador, I can't say much as yet, for we +are only in the initial stages of our acquaintanceship. Still, +I like the man. Seen him twice, en petit comité, no politics. +I cannot believe that you really care for him. He speaks of +you with a kind of cool warmth. +</p> + +<p> +"His enemy, the baron, is likewise my foe; so is the +baroness. Eckersberg is innocuous, but his thoughts run in +a somewhat bawdy vein. The tall prince may be a friend. +I am doing my best to be pleasant to the secretary who sees +after the dispatching of my correspondence, for as Count +M. says, we are all at his mercy. He is a domestic tyrant, +but tamable. +</p> + +<p> +"Since, in spite of my arts and wiles, I foresee that he +will read my letters, and since I may seldom have a chance +of sending you a letter, as on this occasion, by a trusty +hand, we had better agree upon a code: Greyhound = Count +Münsterberg, the German ambassador; Terrier = Count +Eckersberg, the military attaché; Policedog = Baron +Linnartz, secretary to the Legation; Sheepdog = Prince +Eduard, youngest attaché; Drayhound = the aforesaid +secretary; Great Dane = Manager; Bulldog = Minister. +Further zoological data to follow. +</p> + +<p> +"Best wishes. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +"DIANA." +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="noindent"> +The major to Diana. +</p> + +<p> +"Your card with address only and view of the town +hardly seems to court an acknowledgment. Nevertheless it +does not actually forbid me to answer. So I shall profit by +the fact and send you a few lines, especially as today is the +anniversary of a date that will for ever be inscribed in my +heart. +</p> + +<p> +"Unfortunately such times as those of three years ago +are not to be recaptured. Were it not for my work (I +shall ever have you to thank for helping me to get it) I +could hardly believe that I am the same man. +</p> + +<p> +"Talk here runs mainly upon that corner of the world +where you happen to be. Nobody has any confidence in +the present peaceful situation; calm before a storm. I +have seen Herr Scherer lately, two meetings quite close +together. He is amazingly inquisitive, always plying me with +questions, looks at me searchingly, and so on. I wonder if +he suspects me of something. If anyone has a right to +suspicion surely it is I rather than he! +</p> + +<p> +"By the way, I have to thank his rival in the political +field—if the question of gratitude arises at all in the +matter, which I doubt—for a very interesting possibility. Last +Tuesday, the minister came over to me after being deep +in talk with N. We were all at the club. He said he had +heard that I was interested in politics. Was I good at +languages, and so forth. I was guarded in my replies, for I was +not sure what he was driving at. In the end he asked +whether I'd like a post abroad.... +</p> + +<p> +"What would you say if one fine morning I appeared +on the scene of your mysterious operations, and greeted you +with: 'Good-morning, most honoured of friends?'—Have +no fear, I'm effectively stuck here at my post, and when +I'm 78 I'll be relegated to the pensioners' almshouse—if +any such thing still exists after another eighty years of +peace. +</p> + +<p> +"Your faithful servant, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +"F. v. M." +</p> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<p><a id="chap0205"></a></p> + +<h3> +CHAPTER FIVE +</h3> + +<p> +"Where could it have been? +Where on earth have I seen that pert toss of the +head before? And those love-locks? And those firm hands, +long and tapering? How do I know that they are strong? +Was it at the tennis tournament in Baden? But she would +have been a mere baby when I was playing there. Or at +Cannes?" +</p> + +<p> +The baron racked his brains trying to remember. At last, +next day as he sat in his study reading a dispatch +concerning unrest in the Soudan, memory suddenly flooded his +mind. +</p> + +<p> +"By God—it is—! St. Petersburg! Of course! St. Petersburg! +That very wrist! My instinct is as trusty as a +machine. I felt uneasy the moment she stepped into the room. +Hm. All the same, I can't exactly tell Gertrude..." +</p> + +<p> +He laughed, half malignantly and half lasciviously. +</p> + +<p> +"I say, my dear Linnartz," said the ambassador as he +came in quickly, a cigarette between his lips and a dispatch +in his hand. "Just read this." +</p> + +<p> +He leaned over the baron's shoulder as the latter sat +reading the document. +</p> + +<p> +"Well, what do you think of it?" +</p> + +<p> +"First of all, since it does not come from headquarters, +it hardly..." +</p> + +<p> +"Headquarters," interrupted the count, pacing up and +down. "At headquarters they are as usual sleeping the sleep +of the unjust. When my friend Rochow codes me that he +believes Le Chat is to be sent here, and his surmise +harmonizes with our own local information—what on earth +do headquarters matter one way or the other?" +</p> + +<p> +"Your Excellency must decide..." +</p> + +<p> +"Now you're offended again, my worthy Baron. For my +part, I'm going to search out proof of that which I have +long suspected, and which my advisers have never wished +to believe." +</p> + +<p> +He flung himself into the depths of an easy-chair next +the writing-table, made rings with his tobacco smoke, +drummed with his fingers on the edge of the glass top, and +then said, speaking through his teeth: +</p> + +<p> +"If only we were not all of us in such bad odour over +there. Every dragoman may be looked upon as a spy. What +have you to say, my dear Linnartz?" +</p> + +<p> +"I've always been against these crooked methods, +although I am quite willing to acknowledge that at +times..." +</p> + +<p> +"We must—find—new—people—to..." The ambassador +spoke very slowly, like a beast of prey preparing for a +spring. He passed his acquaintances in review, and +suddenly the image of Andreas rose before his mental vision. +</p> + +<p> +"If only he were one of our compatriots..." +</p> + +<p> +The count rose, took a turn round the room, seeking +for a way of approach. +</p> + +<p> +"Perhaps after all there is no truth in the surmise..." +</p> + +<p> +He made as if to go, stopped as he reached the door, +turned abruptly, and asked in a completely changed tone +of voice: "Tell me, how did you like our young poet the +other day?" +</p> + +<p> +"Very intelligent young man. But I am always suspicious +of people who are backward in their profession. +Anyway he has no knowledge of law." +</p> + +<p> +"What matter? The lack relates only to the very beginning +of things, where a man is a slave of documents. It +would be a poor sort of poet whose intuitions would not +be of more use to him than having passed some dry-as-dust +examination, when the matter at issue is the management +of men!" +</p> + +<p> +"I don't know what kind of a poet the young man may +be ... but I personally am inclined to be cautious in my +dealings ... with everyone..." +</p> + +<p> +The count felt that the last words implied a suspicion +against Diana, too, whom chance had brought to his house +at the same time as the poet, and concerning whom the +baroness had whispered her disapproval in his ear. He +knew Linnartz of old, and was accustomed to find in him +the enemy of his friends, of his own inclinations, and, +whenever possible, of his policy. The innuendo did not, +therefore, cut very deep, and he said rather distantly: +</p> + +<p> +"Yes, it's true, she's a charming little woman, this +Fräulein de Wassilko!" +</p> + +<p> +Linnartz was quick to seize the opportunity thus +afforded. He rose, fixed his monocle, and approached his +chief with the utmost formality. +</p> + +<p> +"I feel it my duty to inform you, Count, that I have +already had occasion to observe the lady..." +</p> + +<p> +"How?" asked the other, taken aback. +</p> + +<p> +"Three or four years ago when I was attaché in +St. Petersburg. I had rooms in the Grand Hotel at the time, +as a single man. I met the lady—several times—in the +company of some wealthy young Poles; they supped together, +very décolletée, very lively, somewhat prolonged +festivities...." +</p> + +<p> +"Well, and what then?" +</p> + +<p> +"Nothing that I can prove. But I thought that in the +interests of the country I should be remiss in my duty if +I failed to draw Your Excellency's attention..." +</p> + +<p> +"Thanks, my dear Baron, many thanks," said the count +with a frosty smile as he left the room. +</p> + +<p> +Once back in his own study he gave vent to his feelings. +</p> + +<p> +"Je m'en fiche," he exclaimed. "This wretched Linnartz +is for ever there, talking like a decree from the ministry +itself. 'I feel it my duty... in the interests of the country +... décolletée... wealthy young Poles...' Well, and +what if she did?" +</p> + +<p> +He had seen Diana once since the luncheon party. But +a feeling of unrest, which in no way resembled the ardent +desire of a virile nature, had daily urged him to seek a +meeting with this woman. Her personality and her name +intrigued him, lured him to probe the depths which he had +glimpsed in those few seconds of their first encounter. +</p> + +<p> +"Fine weather for a sail," he had thought when, early +one morning, he glanced from the heights where he lived +down upon the great spread of waters. "Diana would look +well in a sweater as she sat at the helm. I am sure that with +such eyes and such hands she must be a splendid navigator." +</p> + +<p> +Or, again, as he took a stroll in the park after breakfast, +he would murmur: +</p> + +<p> +"In the forenoon I'd have her dressed in flowing drapery, +à la grecque, so that her raiment, caught by the breeze, +would cling to her boyish limbs, and, as she stood with her +back to the sun, her whole outline would be visible through +the diaphanous material." +</p> + +<p> +Or, of an evening, he would step forth on to the balcony +where dinner was served, and would imagine her leaning +against the balustrade, illuminated by the lights from +within the drawing-room, silhouetted against the night +sky. +</p> + +<p> +With a reserve which pleased him mightily while it made +him all the more impatient to see her, she had refused all +invitations, and once only had come to play tennis in the +afternoon. Even then, she had been no more than a quarter +of an hour on the court. For the countess, who did not +play, was on the watch for her coming and kept an eye on +the lawn from behind the sun-blinds of her apartment. +Twice she had been to the window in vain. After each +rebuff she had returned to her occupation at the great table +which was heaped with Venetian beads of every shade and +hue. These she amused herself with by letting them roll +idly through her fingers. On looking down a third time into +the garden she spied Diana. The countess rang. As soon as +her maid appeared she sent word begging her guest to come +up as she was not feeling very well. +</p> + +<p> +Diana responded at once to the invitation. The blue +room was darker, cooler, more mysterious this day than +it had been at Andreas's first visit, and as Diana entered +she saw the big woman with her heavy coils of golden hair +and her long, dark blue, loosely hanging robes, coming +forward in welcome. The countess, however, saw a very +young girl, whose legs emerged firm and slim from below +the short white linen skirt, while from under the brim of +her white felt hat the chestnut hair escaped in delicate +tendrils as if it longed to realize that perfect freedom which +indeed breathed from the whole personality of the visitor. +</p> + +<p> +"Forgive me," said the countess, "I am not really ill. +But I do not care for the company of the ladies I have to +meet in my garden below, so I never go down now." +</p> + +<p> +Diana had stepped up to the table where the beads were +displayed. She contemplated them but did not touch them. +</p> + +<p> +"Do you like them?" asked the countess. +</p> + +<p> +"Many a chain could be made from them. Strings of +beads in one colour or in many different colours." +</p> + +<p> +"True enough. I'd never thought of that." +</p> + +<p> +"What do you do with them?" +</p> + +<p> +"I—oh I just rummage among them," answered Olivia +softly, somewhat nonplussed. Her thoughts ran: +</p> + +<p> +"This young creature is striving after proportion and +harmony while engaged in restless adventures. What of +myself? I gather reckless dreams to my heart while my life +goes smoothly along in untroubled ways." +</p> + +<p> +She offered her guest a tall, inlaid bowl of iced fruits. +Then she withdrew into the shadows, and seated herself +on a low couch where she seemed rather to recline than to +sit. The two women sat silently opposite one another, while +from below came the calls of the tennis players. After a +long pause, the countess said languidly: +</p> + +<p> +"You are sunburnt. As you take the cool fruit in through +your lips you remind me of a young Arab I once saw in the +bazaar at Damascus. His hot, bronzed skin was reflected +in the cool waters of the river that has created the oasis +on which the town stands." +</p> + +<p> +"How beautifully you speak," said Diana as if to ward +off the comparison. +</p> + +<p> +"When I'm in ordinary social gatherings I am dumb. +I hate being in a large company. Do you not feel the +same kind of dislike?" +</p> + +<p> +"Oh, no! I often feel a sort of stream flowing through +people when they talk together—a stream that gives them +life and motion, that has the beauty of a unified work of +art." +</p> + +<p> +"You are lucky in being able to choose your own +companions. I am not free." +</p> + +<p> +She flashed a hostile glance towards the window through +which the voices from the garden reached her from time to +time. +</p> + +<p> +"And yet," said Diana, "I find people in your circle, +here as everywhere, who hide more than their chatter +reveals." +</p> + +<p> +"Why hide? Why dissemble?" The countess's rich alto +trembled as she spoke. "Life is short, the possibility of +choosing a friend comes so rarely, opportunities are so +few and far between. Why then should the cumbersome +veils of formality be superadded to prevent men from +knowing their fellow men? Artists are freer! Without +caring a snap of the fingers for traditions which might +restrict their movements, they grasp and take all that pleases +them. They grab the mad adventure of life itself by the +hair and never pause to inquire whether they are rumpling +those glorious locks... There, now you're laughing!" +</p> + +<p> +"What comes after the mere grabbing?" asked Diana. +"A man is just a man and is not to be distinguished from +his fellow mortals if he merely grasps and takes what he +likes." +</p> + +<p> +"You are very young—Diana. May I call you by your +name? We are alone. The years that lie ahead of you are +measureless, you think the forces within you are inexhaustible, +and the feeling of undying youth makes you lavish in +your use of time and space. You, with your—let us +say—four-and-twenty years have seen many more countries and +come into contact with many more men than I have during +the thirty-five years of my life. Why is it so? Because you +are free. Because your father never constrained you to live +according to the dictates of a small and exclusive caste, +because no husband was perpetually warning you to be +careful lest your conduct might jeopardize his position, +because no one was for ever noting every step you took. Can +you deny this? Are you not free?" +</p> + +<p> +She lay on her low couch, cowering as it were, her +great knees drawn up and outlined through her draperies. +Now she lifted her gold-crowned head towards the slim +white apparition beside her. Diana slowly rose to her feet. +</p> + +<p> +"Yes, I am free," she exclaimed, with a joyous ring. +She turned towards the window, holding her arms straight +out before her as if bearing a gift. She did not look at the +questioner, but, her eyes fixed in a vacant stare, she seemed +to be following the movements of a vision. A pause ensued. +Then she slowly dropped her arms, and said gloomily: +"Only experience can show how hard a thing freedom is." +</p> + +<p> +"I am not afraid of it," came in sonorous tones from +where the countess lay. "I used to ride wild horses until +I had broken them in—why should I dread freedom?" +</p> + +<p> +Diana was suddenly aware of a feeling of hostility +towards this woman who seemed to grudge her her +freedom. A dull sense of resentment moved her to ask: +</p> + +<p> +"And now? You said 'used.'" +</p> + +<p> +The countess sat up, and gripped her hair which began +to tumble about her shoulders. +</p> + +<p> +"I had a fall." +</p> + +<p> +As if enraged by the recollection, she flung open one of +the shutters and was suddenly flooded with the full light +of day. Her great arms were raised to the glory of her hair +which rippled in golden plenty down her back; her deep +bosom rose and fell in mourning and longing. Diana +regretted having asked the question. She stepped up to Olivia +and said shyly: +</p> + +<p> +"You are beautiful." +</p> + +<p> +The countess's gloomy eyes gazed down at her, seeming +to drink in the younger woman's fiery spirit as she stood +there in her short white frock, her skin burned by sun and +wind, silent, waiting. Then, in a softer tone Olivia said: +</p> + +<p> +"No, Diana, it is you who are beautiful." +</p> + +<p> +Gregor came in as she finished speaking. The women +drew apart. He begged Diana to stay, but she excused +herself, pleading a previous engagement. He was taken +aback by the chilly manner of her farewell, and looked +down from the window as she drove away. +</p> + +<p> +He paced up and down wondering what could have +been the gist of this short interview. When, later, he +questioned Olivia as to what she thought of Diana, the +countess replied laconically: +</p> + +<p> +"I like her." +</p> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<p><a id="chap0206"></a></p> + +<h3> +CHAPTER SIX +</h3> + +<p> +"We should be very much to +blame," answered the baroness when next morning, as +they were getting up, the baron, still in his pyjamas, had +told all his suspicions concerning Diana—carefully +suppressing, as was natural, any details unfavourable to +himself. "We should be very much to blame," repeated the +lady with emphasis as she sat before her mirror pencilling +her eyebrows, "very much to blame, indeed, if we failed +to keep our eyes on her. The chief is all but in love with +her, and from what you tell me of her antecedents, this +German, or Polishwoman..." +</p> + +<p> +"Maybe a Jewess..." interjected Linnartz. +</p> + +<p> +"... this person will suit our book better than any of +the Levantine women who have hitherto ministered to his +happiness. I shall send her an invitation..." +</p> + +<p> +"Invite her to my house!" exclaimed the man, his +thoughts flying back to that shameful and unique meeting +of long ago. +</p> + +<p> +"Yes, I'll invite her here so that he may meet her. You +are a poor diplomatist, my dear. At the same time I shall +be earning the countess's gratitude by taking Gregor off +her hands, for she seems to be interested in that abstruse +young man...." +</p> + +<p> +"All right. Ask 'em to lunch." +</p> + +<p> +"Luncheon! What are you thinking of? That will cost +at least two hundred francs, and with champagne, even if +we cut ourselves down to a couple of bottles and have it +served late, it will run us into another fifty at least. No, no. +We'll ask them to tea, thé intime; and I'll see to it that he +will think I am having a special at-home day in her honour." +</p> + +<p> +She was struggling with her bodice, and the baron who +rarely assisted at his wife's toilet, was much interested in +her doings. He came near and began to take husbandly +liberties, whereupon she protested: +</p> + +<p> +"Oh, please—do leave me alone!" +</p> + +<p> +"There, there, Gertrude, why not?..." +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p> +By the time Count Gregor entered the baroness's +exiguous drawing-room the other guests had assembled and +were sitting among the many-coloured cushions in lively +conversation. The prince was just saying to Diana: +</p> + +<p> +"I am fond of Sicily, but to see it at its best it should be +visited at the height of summer. Palermo in August and +Christiania in January, that is the ideal." +</p> + +<p> +"What lovely temperatures you are conjuring up, Prince," +said Gregor kissing Diana's hand after greeting his +hostess. "Is he telling the truth?" +</p> + +<p> +"He is quite right," answered Diana helping to serve +the guests with iced drinks. "I've always felt the +same." +</p> + +<p> +"Unfortunately the Germans are accustomed to extremes +of climate. Is it to be wondered at that southerners are +more harmonious? Between February and June we have +to accommodate ourselves to a leap up from zero to about +90 degrees in the shade, and we are expected after that to +be a harmonious people!" +</p> + +<p> +Diana looked at him and said with a laugh: +</p> + +<p> +"Who expects it of us, Count Münsterberg? One either +is or isn't!" +</p> + +<p> +"Very well, then, one has it," he said softly, trying to +capture her hand. +</p> + +<p> +"Is this a new parlour game?" asked the prince. "If so, +I'd like to learn it." +</p> + +<p> +Diana sat there, her laughing face shaded by a large +black tulle hat, light of heart, full of youthful sportiveness, +her hands stretched out on either side towards the two men +who had simultaneously pressed their lips to them, two men +differing vastly both as to age and character. From the +next room, four eyes were watching her inimically, for +the host and hostess had retired with Eckersberg to look +at the libretto of a new operetta recently produced in +Berlin, the notices of which had reached the officer that +morning. +</p> + +<p> +"We should arrange an expedition to the temple so as +to put these theories of summer travel in the East to a +test. At the same time we could provide a little +excavation work for Mademoiselle, get back the next day... +What say you, my dear Baroness?" +</p> + +<p> +"Charming, Count Münsterberg! I have some plans of +the temple, and perhaps we could take along Burkhardt, +and Curtius's studies, maybe even Winckelmann..." +</p> + +<p> +"Special camel for a travelling library," laughed Eckersberg. +</p> + +<p> +The whole company gathered round the table. +</p> + +<p> +"Won't the countess join the party?" put in Linnartz, +wishing to make trouble. But the count answered composedly: +</p> + +<p> +"I fear not. She rather dreads long excursions on +horseback, or any exertion in summer." +</p> + +<p> +"We shall, therefore, be only six candidates for death +by sunstroke," said the irrepressible Eckersberg. +</p> + +<p> +The count quickly calculated which of his two assistants +would hinder him least. He was fully aware of Linnartz's +malevolent intentions, but at the same time he knew +that the officer was far more efficient in an emergency +and would be a greater menace to his plans if... +</p> + +<p> +"My good fellow, one of us must stay behind. We cannot +evacuate the embassy. Of course the secretary is +enormously our superior in the management of affairs, still, +we cannot leave him to shoulder the whole responsibility. +So either you or Linnartz must stay, and, since the baron +could not possibly entrust the baroness alone to our tender +cares..." +</p> + +<p> +Eckersberg sank his head, with a comical expression +of woe. +</p> + +<p> +"Kismet, or as it has recently become the fashion to +say, Kâder! I withdraw my candidature, retire weeping +from the scene, ladies." +</p> + +<p> +No sooner had her guests taken their departure than the +baroness burst out with: "Did you see?" +</p> + +<p> +"Come here," called her husband from the window. +</p> + +<p> +Gregor and Diana had bade the other two farewell, +and were now walking away together. A long, slowly +rising avenue lay before them, and they strolled up it in +the deep shade of a late afternoon. At last they were alone. +She had been so constantly in Gregor's thoughts lately, +that he had established a kind of intimacy with her in his +mind, so that when he now spoke there was a tone of +affectionate camaraderie in his voice. +</p> + +<p> +"I do hope you like the idea of a trip to this temple." +</p> + +<p> +She gave him a kindly look, saying: +</p> + +<p> +"I know the place well from pictures." +</p> + +<p> +"Burkhardt, Curtius, Winckelmann," he said, mimicking +the baroness's stilted way of talking. "Good Lord, poor +woman!" +</p> + +<p> +"She is false," put in Diana curtly. +</p> + +<p> +"Well, well, what harm can she do?" +</p> + +<p> +"A great deal." Then after a pause: "Surely it is unwise +to ignore your enemies." +</p> + +<p> +"Enemies? They leave me cold. But those at home, in +Germany..." +</p> + +<p> +"Well, they must have servants on the spot." +</p> + +<p> +"One of my assistants in all probability. That is the +custom...." +</p> + +<p> +"Those two are the only ones," said Diana with a note +of asperity in her voice. +</p> + +<p> +Gregor, surprised at her petulance, and assuming that +it was on his account, interpreted her mood as a sign +of her inclination towards himself. They continued their +walk, and he looked down into her face, saying very +simply: +</p> + +<p> +"I am happy to think that you are vexed with somebody +on my behalf." +</p> + +<p> +Her voice was unusually cordial as she answered: +</p> + +<p> +"It is better not to have to feel vexed. Wellwishing is a +more fruitful thing than ill wishing! All beautiful things +begin in friendliness. Then it seems as if the sun were +rising. Sometimes I feel that we should always stop at the +beginning..." +</p> + +<p> +He felt a glow creeping over him, and was about to speak +when a passer-by took off his hat to her, and her lips, +which had remained slightly apart on the unfinished +sentence, snapped together. +</p> + +<p> +"Who was that?" +</p> + +<p> +"I don't know." +</p> + +<p> +Gregor glanced over his shoulder and recognized Andreas +who, likewise, had turned round to have another +look at them. +</p> + +<p> +"It was our young poet," said the count cheerfully. "He's +in love with you; he has turned about to look at you +again." +</p> + +<p> +"Why me in especial?" +</p> + +<p> +"Don't you like him?" +</p> + +<p> +Diana deigned no reply. He persisted: "Don't you, for +instance, prefer him to me?" +</p> + +<p> +Diana, whose pace had slackened, whose eyes had become +dreamy, whose lips were dumb, now slowly turned +her head away as she thought: +</p> + +<p> +"Why must men always try to probe our inclinations +by setting up comparisons? Why are they incapable of +making the best of the present? How vain they are, one +and all! Still, this man has blue eyes and the heart of a +boy, in spite of his grey hair and his title." +</p> + +<p> +Her long silence made him uneasy. +</p> + +<p> +"Have I offended you?" he said very tenderly, his +manner almost that of a wooer. "All I meant was ... you +have ... you hardly know him as yet." +</p> + +<p> +Again Diana had nothing to answer, while she mused: +</p> + +<p> +"What fools men are! In spite of all their titles and +their renown and their grey hairs, what fools! He does +not know that I loved that young man a little while back, +does not know that the young man is now in love with +the countess. All he wants to know is whether I love +him!" +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p> +Andreas's sensitive nature made him keenly aware of +the bond between these two, and his heart felt lighter, for, +poet though he was, the young man in him was relieved +at being able to shift some of the reproach of his own +unfaithfulness upon Diana's shoulders. After their +unexpected meeting he had kept out of her way, and had +likewise avoided seeing as much of Olivia as his feelings +prompted him to do. His mind was troubled. At bottom he +was frightened of both women, and unsuccessfully +endeavoured to fall back upon himself. +</p> + +<p> +He tried to get an audience with the Austrian representative, +but every move on his part was wrecked on the +shoals of ministerial red tape, was frustrated by suspicion +on the part of those in command. Nor was he himself +less to blame, for his own energies were being sapped by +his dreamy absence of mind, and the confusion in his +thoughts consequent upon the motley character of the +political life into which he wished to enter. +</p> + +<p> +Olivia, being by nature chary of words, seemed to condone +his silence. He had visited her twice since the day of +the luncheon party, and the atmosphere of tension that +surrounded her as she gazed mutely into the depths of +his gloomy and passionate heart, roused him to so great +a state of expectancy that he could bear the meetings no +more. He was resolved not to seek her out again till the +omens were more propitious. Olivia had seemed to +promise him all he longed for, but no word of love had been +spoken between them. +</p> + +<p> +On the Friday morning Andreas received a letter +addressed in a bold and virile handwriting. The message it +contained ran as follows: +</p> + +<p> +"They are all going for an excursion next Sunday. +Come and dine with me at eight. Don't bother about +evening dress. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +"O. M." +</p> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<p><a id="chap0207"></a></p> + +<h3> +CHAPTER SEVEN +</h3> + +<p> +They had started early, for +it would be impossible to do anything but lie off in the +hours from eleven to three. In this part of the world, few +persons made such excursions in July. One day was amply +sufficient to reach the temple, and they wanted to enjoy the +road and the vistas and viewpoints in the cool of the +morning. The ride was, therefore, divided into two five-hour +spells: one in the forenoon, the other in the evening hours. +Gregor and Diana had taken the lead at first. But the +guide persistently encroached upon their duologue, +expatiating upon his splendid qualities in an amazing mishmash +of languages. This disconcerted the pair, who by degrees +allowed the others to overtake them while they dropped +to the rear. +</p> + +<p> +The party had swelled to become a veritable caravan, +for since the tents and provisions for two days had been +packed upon horses, the six westerners required twelve +orientals to act as grooms, servants, and guides. +</p> + +<p> +On the previous evening, Captain Kopp had arrived +from Berlin to take up his duties as naval attaché, the +post having been vacant for several weeks. He +immediately presented himself to pay his respects to the +ambassador and his wife and to report for duty. His hosts +were equally nonplussed, and both cudgelled their brains +for a means of ridding themselves of the unwelcome guest. +The count felt he could not leave him with Eckersberg in +charge at the embassy, for though as military and naval +attachés they would naturally be antagonistic, their +mutual distrust of "diplomats" would make them allies in +this field. First impressions are so important.... If, on +the other hand, Kopp came with the party to see the temple, +an extra pair of observant eyes would be following every +incident.... The countess was thinking: Here is a man +who takes his work seriously; he'll plunge into his job +without delay so that, after the manner of his kind, when +his chief gets back he will be able to say: "I've quite got +the hang of things, Your Excellency." They had once +before had a man like that, who had often not left his office +till late at night, and she was determined that this +particular evening there should be no one about to spy upon +her. Thus it was that, when the subject of the morrow's +excursion came up for discussion, at the dinner table, she +turned amiably to the newcomer, and said: +</p> + +<p> +"Of course you will join the party, Captain Kopp? It +will give you a chance at the outset of making acquaintance +with the interior, and that is not always easy to manage in +the height of summer." +</p> + +<p> +"I should be delighted, if His Excellency will not mind +my coming..." +</p> + +<p> +Gregor, who had penetrated his wife's manœuvre, +glanced at her now across the table. She looked the picture +of innocence, but he knew this mood of assumed tranquillity +just as well as all her other ruses. He felt obliged +to say something: +</p> + +<p> +"A pleasure I assure you, if you feel that so soon after +your long journey... It is hard on those not accustomed +to the climate...." +</p> + +<p> +"If you have no objection, Sir, I'd like to come." +</p> + +<p> +When their guest had gone, the count turned to his +wife, asking indifferently: +</p> + +<p> +"How do you propose spending the next two days?" +</p> + +<p> +"I hardly know." +</p> + +<p> +"Paying calls?" +</p> + +<p> +"No!" +</p> + +<p> +"Expecting any one?" +</p> + +<p> +"Nobody particular. Perhaps I shall ask young Seeland +to look in." +</p> + +<p> +"Alone?" +</p> + +<p> +She raised her heavy head. She had hitherto been +attentive and watchful, trying to find out if he had any +suspicions. Now, however, she said very calmly: +</p> + +<p> +"Of course, if I invite him he'll come alone. You know +how much I dislike having more than one guest at a +time. Have you any objection?" +</p> + +<p> +"Good-night, Olivia." +</p> + +<p> +"Good-night." +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p> +The baroness had at the outset taken possession of +Captain Kopp, and all had gone well until she tried to +pump him for news of what was going on at the +Admiralty. Then, without obvious discourtesy, he drew the +Levantine guide into the conversation, plying him with +questions which the man was only too eager to answer. +This suited the captain, who had joined the party simply +in order to learn. +</p> + +<p> +The prince, who had a smattering of the language, liked +to gossip with camel drivers, fruit venders, and +dragomans. Today, likewise, he would have been better +entertained in converse with the horse drivers, but he had +first of all to devote himself to the baron, who wished to +discuss international politics. +</p> + +<p> +Gregor observed him from the rear and said to Diana: +</p> + +<p> +"Just look at our long-legged prince. What a picture +of misery he is on his little Anatolian mount. His feet +almost touch the ground. From here he might well pass +for Don Quixote—but then Linnartz would have to be +promoted to the rôle of Sancho Panza!" +</p> + +<p> +It was eight o'clock. There were two good hours of cool +before they need stop; the sun was considerate and the +dust not unbearable. The parched, grey steppe stretched +away into endless distance, and the low range of hills +where they planned to camp that night looked quite +unattainable. Diana had discarded the skirt which she had +donned to ride through the town, and was now in khaki +breeches and jacket, with leggings to the knee. There was +nothing to distinguish her as a woman save the soft white-silk +collar which peeped above the loose coat. She looked +like a boy of sixteen whose parents, in the fondness of their +hearts, had not yet had the courage to clip his curls. As +always when exploring an unknown countryside, Diana +was silent for a while. Those camels on the sky-line looked +like some primeval phantasmagoria emerging from the +dust-laden air. Then, alert and observant, she plied her +companion with questions. While answering her, the +count dropped half a length behind, and it seemed to him +as he looked at her that he was riding alongside his own +son, eager to know. He dwelt for a moment very pleasantly +in this vision. +</p> + +<p> +The ironical words he had indulged in anent the prince +and the baron were the first he had uttered of a personal +nature. Even now she was loath to be distracted from +her contemplation of the landscape, which, far from +appearing monotonous, seemed filled with strange and +wonderful things. It was, therefore, with an effort that she +responded to his gayer mood. +</p> + +<p> +"As far as misanthropical outlooks are concerned, our +prince would fit the part well, but he is too strongly +disillusioned to be a genuine Don Quixote. As for the baron, +to turn him into a faithful servitor..." +</p> + +<p> +"You dislike him even more than I, it would appear, and +perhaps..." +</p> + +<p> +"Perhaps my dislike for him is greater than his for +me? I'll wager he's started intriguing against me already." +</p> + +<p> +"Hardly. But I fancy he must have met you before." +</p> + +<p> +Diana pulled up and forced the count to come alongside. +</p> + +<p> +"Well?" she asked. +</p> + +<p> +"Let me see—was it St. Petersburg he said?" +</p> + +<p> +"He told you—he...?" Diana's tone was so strange +that Gregor pricked up his ears. +</p> + +<p> +"Has he any reason to—if I may ask...?" +</p> + +<p> +"Baron Linnartz has dared to..." said Diana, suddenly +imitating the shrill manner of an indignant dowager. But +Gregor guessed that her merry parody hid real mortification, +and he felt incensed against the man who had caused +it by such preposterous warnings against her. When next +he spoke there was a note of resolution in his voice. +</p> + +<p> +"Would it be too much to ask you for an explanation?" +</p> + +<p> +She evaded the issue by laughing gaily, and setting +spurs to her mount. +</p> + +<p> +The little Anatolian horse had been longing for a gallop +over the steppe, and eagerly responded to her mood. With +curls dancing in the breeze of her own going, she flew past +the baroness and Kopp, flew past the prince, the guide, +and her personal enemy. Abdul, electrified by this sudden +departure, careered at her side, his black ears flapping, +his white hindpaws seeming to be several seconds in +advance of their dark brothers in front. He sped like a +swarthy cloud over the arid plain. For a moment the +suddenness of her flight took Gregor so much by surprise +that he could only gaze after her, thinking that she looked +like a wild creature gone mad with love, or an amazon +raging to the attack. Then he, too, set spurs to his horse +and galloped after her. The company grew uneasy. +</p> + +<p> +"The count seems to be having a little private racing +party on his own," said the baron, who was a poor +horseman at the best of times. +</p> + +<p> +"She has a fine seat," murmured the prince emphatically. +</p> + +<p> +"Amazing," observed the captain. +</p> + +<p> +"Yes, she rides well," added the baroness. "One might +think one were in a circus. I mean..." +</p> + +<p> +Diana sped onwards, with half-closed eyes, unconscious +of everything except the swiftness of her flight and the +hound at her side. When at last the count overtook her, +she laughed back at him, crying through the dust and +whirl raised by their movements, like some uncanny sprite +of the wilderness: +</p> + +<p> +"Hello, Count Münsterberg! Hic et ubique! Small +horses, but full of fire! A whip! If only I had a whip!" +</p> + +<p> +He tried to pass his to her, but she merely laughed and +motioned it away: +</p> + +<p> +"Not now. Then!" +</p> + +<p> +Her horse leapt forward again, and she said no more, +though from time to time Abdul's name dropped from +her lips. +</p> + +<p> +Gregor was a changed being. As he galloped he forgot +the conversation which had immediately preceded the +mad ride; and therefore the word "then" she flung at him +about the whip was the more puzzling. No matter! His +youth rose once more within him with all its madness. +It was as if thirty years had fallen away, and he was once +more pursuing that woman on horseback—were they not +riding through an English park?—who had galloped +before him, throwing him words of love over her shoulder. +Then, the lady's habit had flapped against the horse's +flank, and from under the brim of her stiff hat two grey +eyes had peered out, the eyes of a mature and passionate +woman. Memories crowded upon him, the wild career to +the very door of the house, the dash up the stairs, the +tearing off of her riding habit, ten minutes' frenzy, away +again, somebody catching sight of him, the challenge, two +shots, the husband wounded... +</p> + +<p> +"Am I indeed younger? Has this young amazon, luring +me on through the dust and over the steppe, has she gifts +to give me such as those of that older woman? I would like +to—I will..." +</p> + +<p> +Suddenly Diana's horse shied; it reared, and for a moment +things looked nasty. The count sprang to her side. +</p> + +<p> +"Diana," he cried, seizing the rein and pacifying the +little animal. As they continued on their way, jogging +along at an easy trot, Gregor was a little perturbed at +having unintentionally called her by name, and felt distinctly +embarrassed as he said: +</p> + +<p> +"What a splendid horsewoman you are! I believe—I do +hope you'll forgive me—but you have such a lovely name. +How do you like mine?" +</p> + +<p> +"Gregor," whispered she, and he felt happy at the +thought that perhaps her lips had already framed the +syllables in secret. "Gregor," she repeated, crisply this time, +with a glance in his direction. "Something untamed and +yet serious—maybe it suits you well these days—— Forgive +me my escapade, Count." +</p> + +<p> +Like all men whose conquests have been easily achieved, +Gregor was full of hopes. The fact that she had spoken +his name was sufficient to confirm him in the belief that +she had a liking for him. He pressed closer, so that the +horses' flanks were actually in contact, and asked: +</p> + +<p> +"Why don't you call me Gregor again—Diana?" +</p> + +<p> +"Because we are no longer flying over the steppe." +</p> + +<p> +"When shall we fly again?" +</p> + +<p> +"Nikt nie wie." +</p> + +<p> +"What does that mean?" +</p> + +<p> +"It's Polish for: No one knows." +</p> + +<p> +With the neat movement of a jockey, she turned in her +saddle and called to the others, though they lagged too far +behind to hear her words: +</p> + +<p> +"Come on! Can't any of you ride? Is he the only one who +can ride?" +</p> + +<p> +Then she said abruptly, with a twinkle in her eyes: +</p> + +<p> +"That reminds me. Baron Linnartz, St. Petersburg, +Grand Hotel. I owe you an explanation. Well, here goes! +Some one with an aggressively scrubby moustache keeps +his eyes on me morning, noon, and night, for a whole +fortnight. Tries every method of approach. Then one +evening I come from the drawing-room, it's very late, I +get into the lift—the baron! I'd noticed him doing sentry-go +as it were for hours down below. He does not get out at +his floor but at mine. Follows me along the passage to my +room. I open the door, enter, and turn to close it again. +Suddenly someone springs forward, comes right into the +room, seizes hold of me, throws me on to the sofa. It takes +me several seconds before I can get my teeth into his hand. +A bite, he kisses, lets go. I am still lying under him, but I +get one hand free, then the other. I grip him by the throat, +so!—When his face was blue and he began to gasp, I +released him. I had no whip. He slunk away.—Since then +I never go about alone without this little fellow." She drew +a small revolver from her pocket, then in a loud voice +she exclaimed: "And that's the man, Count Münsterberg, +who is doing his best to discredit you at headquarters!" +</p> + +<p> +Gregor quickly surveyed the situation. It placed the +baron in a new light, for the count never doubted the +truth of the St. Petersburg incident. He was more deeply +than ever intrigued by the many-sided personality of his +companion. This was now the sixth time they had seen +each other, and at each encounter she had presented herself +in a different guise. How coolly she had related the +unpleasant adventure! And those last words, the way she +had referred to headquarters—only a person well versed +in politics could have put all the implications she had +into that brief assertion. She seemed disposed to be silent +now, turned her horse about, and slowly rode back to +rejoin the others. +</p> + +<p> +"Who won?" cried the prince as they drew near. "Abdul +seems to have doubled the parts of starter and judge!" +</p> + +<p> +"Mademoiselle, of course; she won by I don't know how +many lengths," said Gregor beaming at the prince. He was +specially grateful that Diana's escapade should have been +so deftly handled and its apparent hoydenishness masked +by a well-turned joke. +</p> + +<p> +They pitched their camp at noon beneath a cluster of +tall eucalyptus trees which were distinguishable from the +all-pervading grey of the surrounding vegetation only by +their height and by the rustling of their long, thick leaves. +Otherwise everything seemed to consist of sand and dust. +The midday heat shimmered over the steppe; far away +on the horizon, faint, undulating lines were dimly visible. +Could they be hills? A few clay walls spoke of scattered +villages nestling among sparse clumps of trees. Grey horses +and drab camels browsed in countless numbers on the +parched herbage, or stalked in long processions like ghosts +across the waste. +</p> + +<p> +The guide had hoped to find a spring at this spot, where +he could water the horses. But there proved to be too little +flow, and the beasts had to be taken farther afield. The +human travellers, however, fared well, for they had +brought every imaginable thing with them, not forgetting +the most important item of all: ice. The cloth was spread +in the marquee, and the food was appetizing. But the heat +was too oppressive for much talk; indeed, at this moment +they were all wishing they had not set forth on the +excursion. +</p> + +<p> +Diana had donned her skirt again, and was on her best +behaviour, demure, and endeavouring in every way to +fall in with the baroness's humour. Both Gregor and the +prince were puzzled as to what she was thinking about. +"I wonder whether the recalling of that incident has +upset her," mused the count, "or whether the presence of the +baron is making her reserved?" When the meal was over, +each one sought relaxation, some in sleep, others in quiet +talk. Kopp came over to Diana and sat beside her, puffing +away at his cigarette. +</p> + +<p> +"I say, I'd give anything to ride like that," he began. +</p> + +<p> +She laughed, trying to turn the matter off. +</p> + +<p> +"I expect you won a prize or two in Kiel?" +</p> + +<p> +"Yes, a few. I bet you know how to sail a boat." +</p> + +<p> +"I'm fond of the sea." +</p> + +<p> +"Been far afield?" +</p> + +<p> +"Fairly." +</p> + +<p> +"Indian Ocean?" +</p> + +<p> +"No. The Atlantic." +</p> + +<p> +"Some day you must go sailing in the Indian Ocean. +That's the finest of them all." +</p> + +<p> +"Tell me about it." +</p> + +<p> +Diana was a good listener as well as an eager questioner, +so Kopp began to tell his story, haltingly at first, in +fragmentary fashion, like others of the seafaring confraternity. +And all the while she was listening, her thoughts travelled +vaguely to and fro. "Here I lie in a tent on an eastern +steppe, and this seafarer is telling me of shellfish and pearls, +of sharks and torches, while over there sits the count +discussing business matters with the baron, hate in his heart, +hated in his turn by Linnartz, and thinking of me by name. +Did he not call me by my name as if I were a friend of +long standing, as if he wished to guard me, and yet with +the pertness of a boy? Nikt nie wie!" +</p> + +<p> +The count liked Captain Kopp. True, he had found the +newcomer's bald bullet head rather comical at first, but it +did not take the count long to detect the man's sterling +worth. When they broke camp in the cool of the +afternoon, he made a point of riding next his naval +attaché. +</p> + +<p> +"Have you had an opportunity for a talk with any of +our people lately, Captain?" he asked. "Seen the foreign +secretary, for instance?" +</p> + +<p> +"About three weeks ago. Dinner together at the club. +Hardly had a word with him." +</p> + +<p> +"He's said to be very pessimistic, eh?" +</p> + +<p> +"I fancy he is. Some one who had just been having a +long talk with him said he saw everything through grey +spectacles. Herr Scherer it was who made the remark." +</p> + +<p> +"Ah, yes. I know." +</p> + +<p> +"A most interesting man, that." +</p> + +<p> +"I feel sure he is.—What does Herr Scherer think about +the situation here?" +</p> + +<p> +"Scherer has absolute confidence in what Your Excellency +does." +</p> + +<p> +As a rule the count disliked compliments; he knew too +well their insincerity, especially when paid to a man in +his position. But this captain with the bullet head was so +simple and so obviously sincere; Münsterberg could only +be interested. +</p> + +<p> +"Did Scherer say that?" he asked. +</p> + +<p> +"Yes, he did." +</p> + +<p> +The three words were spoken with the deliberation of a +man who knew how much worth his interlocutor would +place upon them. Gregor was satisfied. He broke off his +talk with the captain in order to rejoin Diana who was +riding with the baroness. The younger woman had been +making vain attempts to draw the lady out. As the count +came alongside, he said: +</p> + +<p> +"Have you ever made a study of archæology?" +</p> + +<p> +"Oh no, I'm only an amateur." +</p> + +<p> +"That's much the pleasantest way of getting to know +things," commented the baroness with a note of hostility +in her voice. "When one is free to travel about the +world—to study the world..." +</p> + +<p> +"Yes, travelling is a good master," interrupted Diana, +controlling an impulse to retaliate, and speaking in quiet, +conventional tones. +</p> + +<p> +"But somewhat exhausting," said Gregor. +</p> + +<p> +He and Diana trotted forward alone. +</p> + +<p> +"So you have known Scherer some time," he said after +a pause. +</p> + +<p> +"Not long." +</p> + +<p> +"Is he interested in artistic matters also?" +</p> + +<p> +"He is a thinker." +</p> + +<p> +Her answer disquieted Gregor. Somehow he felt she +was making comparisons, and his pride forbade him to +accept a subordinate place in the estimation of such a +woman as Diana. +</p> + +<p> +"How do you make that out...?" +</p> + +<p> +She guessed that he was piqued, and answered soothingly: +</p> + +<p> +"Surely his way of looking at the world is enough to +prove it." +</p> + +<p> +"Yes; but suppose some one has, by devoting his whole +life, chary of words but prolific in deeds, by his decisions +and his enterprise, supposing such a one, too, has built up +a world...?" +</p> + +<p> +"He'd just be a good business man," retaliated Diana, +"and Herr Scherer is that in addition to all his other +qualities." +</p> + +<p> +Gregor was not satisfied. He rode on for a while rather +moodily, and then resumed: +</p> + +<p> +"Which sort do you prefer?" +</p> + +<p> +"So much depends on the time and the place, upon the +wind, and the stars...." +</p> + +<p> +"Let us say: Today!" +</p> + +<p> +"Today I am thinking of the better rider," laughed +Diana. +</p> + +<p> +The steppe had cooled down, and riding was pleasant +now. At certain spots where water was abundant, the +evergreen plants looked fresh, and their stunted forms peeped +through the trees and the stones. There were tiny ilexes and +myrtles; even a laurel here and there. The shadows of the +trees were lengthening over the plain, and the hills seemed +within a hopeful distance. Every one felt that the worst +part of the journey was over, that the reward of their +efforts was at hand, and that tomorrow's return to the +town overlooking the water would be easy. Soon after +six, when the sun was sinking and the plain was taking +on a myriad new and glowing hues, when the fresh breeze +came from the hills, the spirits of the company rose, and +conversation flowed once more. They spoke sceptically of +the prospects of sleep under canvas that night; they +sentimentalized about the temple. Kopp said: +</p> + +<p> +"I've been told that this place is red with poppies in +April." +</p> + +<p> +"But it is only at this time of the year that you find the +place so exquisitely covered with dust that it looks one +vast uniform mass," added the prince. "Only now! I could +ride for weeks on end through this dusty steppe; heat +and dust are such admirable adjuncts to muddy thinking." +</p> + +<p> +"You are pleased to be paradoxical," protested the baroness. +"Everything in this country is far more poetical in +April." +</p> + +<p> +"I am the enemy of all that smacks of poetry, Baroness; +still more do I hate the romantic. I'm thinking of starting +an insurance scheme to protect the world against falsification +of nature by means of moonrises, stars, colours, and +the like." +</p> + +<p> +Diana laughed heartily; the baroness tried to giggle, but +the dust had dried her throat and her effort was futile. +Gregor was busily going this way and that in search of +a good camping ground. Nor would he allow his three +attachés to help him. Then he made them all turn back a +little way, and finally gave them leave to dismount. There +was a bustle of preparation, the horses were unsaddled +and watered, the tents were pitched. The count was +suddenly pensive. After a while he called out: +</p> + +<p> +"There are four; that's fine!" +</p> + +<p> +To which the baroness made reply: +</p> + +<p> +"Yes, splendid. One for you, one for the prince, one for +us two women, and the fourth will be shared by the +captain and my husband." +</p> + +<p> +"Pas du tout, Madame," the count was quick to interpose, +for he had expected the baroness to suggest such an +arrangement. "I could never forgive myself if two married +folk like you and my dear Linnartz were divorced from +one another's arms even for one night. You and your +husband must have the large tent; the other big one must +be shared by the prince and the captain—if they don't +mind sleeping together? Otherwise, I shall be delighted +to berth with one or the other." +</p> + +<p> +"Of course, of course," chimed in the two men with one +voice. +</p> + +<p> +"Very well; and I'll have the little one to myself." He +stopped abruptly, for he was loath to couple Diana's name +with his own. But the prince, realizing what was in his +chief's mind, added with a spice of malice: +</p> + +<p> +"What about the fourth? Ah, yes, of course, I'm so +sorry, of course that will be for Fräulein de Wassilko." +</p> + +<p> +For an hour past Gregor had been making his plans, +and had chosen a site that suited them admirably. It was +a narrow strip of level, lying in a semicircle intersected +by mounds which cut the camp up into sections. He +contrived to have his tent pitched at the lower end, then the +other small one. The horses were to be littered down next +this, separating them from the two large tents at the other +end of the passage. But when the work was done and they +came to inspect it, he assumed a wrath he was far from +feeling: +</p> + +<p> +"What's this!" he exclaimed. "Those two little tents have +been put up in the place where I had ordered the big tent +to be pitched. We'll have to start over again. What a +nuisance! Oh, well, perhaps we can manage after all. Or shall +I get them changed?" +</p> + +<p> +"Capital as they are," some one exclaimed. +</p> + +<p> +They ate their supper on the slope of a hill, and watched +the daylight fade while the moon rose. Diana was very +quiet, almost one might say absent-minded. She ran her +fingers through the herbage, picked the twigs from off +her rug, whispered to the night-birds and the beasts that +came shyly peering round the rocks, stroked the long +velvety ears of the greyhound. They all sought their tents +while the night was young, for they wished to be +afoot before sunrise. Gregor called for a bowl of water, +then sent the man away to sleep. He himself kept vigil. +Should he venture? Was he really more than twenty-five? +Was he his own son? He felt so young and could think of +nothing but the moment when she had uttered his name +as she flew over the steppe: "Gregor!" +</p> + +<p> +Diana had closed her tent in order to discard her habit +and slip into a cool, silk kimono. Now she flung back the +flap and sat on the ground at the mouth of the tent in +the crouching attitude of a gypsy. She slowly rolled back +her wide sleeves, thinking the while: "How well this +orange-coloured silk matches the tent and the steppe." As +her gaze travelled to the sky and over the moon-shriven +land, she had hardly a thought in her head. Then, +suddenly, she was musing again: "How otherwise account +for all these preparations? ... Can a woman ever truly +know the man who desires her without first giving him +what he wants? ... He has a finely turned leg, and there's +a look of youth in his blue eyes, and he rides as well as I, +better than any man I've known since Bogdanoff, the +maddest of lovers.... Of one thing at least I am certain: +grey locks make a stronger appeal to me this night than +any fair head could...." +</p> + +<p> +Gregor made a tour of the camp before turning in. He +took mental note of where each tent stood. Then he +secured Abdul to a tree at the farther end of the camp, +bidding him lie down and be quiet. Slowly he returned +to his tent. He waited. One by one the lights were +extinguished, silence brooded over the land, only the horses, +rubbing their heads together, made a soft, velvety sound. +Diana's tent was dark. Was she sitting within, dreaming? +Or was she waiting—for him? Had she not once spoken +words of condemnation against women who were "prim +and prudish"? Was she unaware of the effect such words +would have upon a man of his temperament? There had +been no preliminary skirmishes. Everything would +depend on the success of one single move. He had to take a +risk such as, owing to his position, he had not ventured +for at least twenty years—or was it only fifteen since he +had given chase to the beautiful Beata...? +</p> + +<p> +This last memory stirred the fires of his imagination. +He rose and stood for a while at the mouth of the tent, +listening. As if the better to hear, he raised himself on the +tips of his toes. Then he fastened his tent from without, +and crept softly towards the spot where her tent reared its +point into the night sky. Two resolute strides brought him +to the entry. He seized the tapes and secured the flap +behind him. He was inside. +</p> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<p><a id="chap0208"></a></p> + +<h3> +CHAPTER EIGHT +</h3> + +<p> +At the very hour when +Gregor entered Diana's moonlit tent, the countess sat at +dinner with Andreas. +</p> + +<p> +The small marble table at which they were dining was +in a remote corner of the garden, and the old butler who +served them shook his head patiently over this new whim +of his mistress. Since the nook the countess had chosen +was so small as not to admit of a sideboard of any kind, +the man had to make the best of an ivy-clad stump whereon +to place his dishes. In the end, he had contrived everything +in so tasteful and charming a way, that when Olivia +led her guest into the enclosure through an archway cut +in the hedge, she smiled her gratitude and appreciation to +her faithful servitor. In her own peculiar and anarchistic +way she was always more courteous and considerate to her +servants than it was customary for women in her station +to be. Consequently she was, as a mistress, at once more +respected and more often cheated than most. As soon as the +dessert had been placed on the table, she made a sign to +the butler, who promptly disappeared within doors. As soon +as he had gone, she said: +</p> + +<p> +"You are worried about something." +</p> + +<p> +"Yes." +</p> + +<p> +"What has happened?" +</p> + +<p> +"Othello, I've lost him." +</p> + +<p> +"What, the Great Dane you told me about and have +always refused to bring to see me?" +</p> + +<p> +"Today I did bring him. It's the first time for pretty +well a fortnight that I've taken him for a walk through +the town. I've usually let him out for a run in the hotel +park. Well, we got here at eight. In the vestibule, Othello +began snuffing around. I told him to lie down and wait +while I went into the office to see if there were any letters +for me—you know I'm having all my correspondence sent +here because I can't stand the idea of every letter being +mauled about and examined by my worthy Austrian +compatriots. I'd hardly been absent three minutes, yet when +I came back Othello was nowhere to be seen. In all the +four years since we have lived together the dog has never +given me the slip before." +</p> + +<p> +"Have you any idea as to where he may have gone?" +</p> + +<p> +Andreas did not answer, and she had a shrewd suspicion +that he guessed the dog's whereabouts. She had all +along been wondering why Andreas was so set against +bringing Othello to see her, and guessed that the dog was +associated in his mind with some poignant memory or +other. Could it be that of another woman? She had been +too immersed in her own dreams and yearnings to pursue +the matter further. And now, tonight, when at last they +were alone with the chance of enjoying one another's +company undisturbed, was their evening to be spoilt because +of the vagaries of a dog? Resolutely she set herself to win +the man. +</p> + +<p> +During the fifteen years of her married life Olivia had +had very few evenings at her own free disposal. Gregor +had been raised to ambassadorial rank ten years ago, and +about the same time he had resumed his life of adventurous +love affairs. This might have given her the freedom +she needed, but she very seldom made use of her +opportunities, far seldomer than her nature might have led +one to suppose. She instinctively shunned the homage of +men of aristocratic birth, people of rank and station. Her +womanhood craved for a love whose impetuous and turbulent +waters should flow from inexhaustible springs of +passion. The moment Andreas stood before her, she knew +that his was the poet nature she had been awaiting all these +years. +</p> + +<p> +He for his part had been enmeshed in the coils of +desire ever since he had beheld the superb form of this +Venetian beauty reclining on the divan, had seen the +passionate curve of the lips and throat, the golden glory of +her hair. He knew in a flash that he was for her and she +for him. +</p> + +<p> +In silence, now, the two sat dreaming, wandering along +the highways and byways of their memories. As Olivia +watched the poet's face emerging into the light of the +overhanging lampions and retreating into the shadows again, +she knew that the memories crowding into the mind of +this young man were richer than her own, but that in +the realm of dreams hers was the more abundant +recollection. +</p> + +<p> +Andreas gazed at her across the table, and as he gazed, +the agitation which had filled him since Othello's +disappearance was gradually tranquillized. He forgot his +trouble. Slowly he stretched his arm towards her, the back +of his hand resting on the marble slab. Slowly she raised +her full round arm and laid her shapely hand in his. They +had never before touched one another. They had studiously +avoided any contact which might raise desires they +had no possibility of assuaging, for both were keenly +aware of their own passionate natures. Now their hearts +were filled with fear and hope. For the first time Andreas +felt her hand in his. It lay dry and cool upon his palm. +Slowly he bent forward, and put his lips to her arm. He +was dimly aware that this first kiss was a foretaste of all +that was to follow, and while he, with closed eyes, sank his +lips into her white flesh, she leaned back and gazed +earnestly down upon the dark head of her lover. When, after +a long interval, he raised his eyes to hers, she got up and +led him through the green archway and down towards +the river. A wild and overgrown path led them to a crag +whence they could see immemorial cedars stretching columnar +arms skyward out of the immensity of the waters. The +undergrowth had never been cleared in this spot, huge +clusters of ferns pushed up through the tangle, the broom +had thickened into veritable bushes, and cherry laurels, tall +and impenetrable, had gathered around the trunks of the +cedar trees. From below came the everlasting lap of the +waters upon the stones, and, amid all these sounds of a +primeval world, could be heard the pulsating paddle of a tiny +steamer, far away, its twinkling lights reflected in the water. +</p> + +<p> +To the poet, as he followed the pale gleam of Olivia's +ample garments, it seemed that he was being led to the gates +of death and that his guide was holding the fateful scales +that should seal his doom. On reaching the top of the +rocky eminence Olivia moved slowly towards the huge +trunk of one of the cedars and leaned her back against it, +a smile on her lips such as he had never seen there before, +an expression he could never have expected to behold on +this face, a look half shy and half alluring. Throwing wide +his arms he folded her to him, pressing her against the +tree, and pressing the back of his hands against the rough +bark, while with the palms he felt the soft contact of her +body and her hair. When at last the long kiss came to an +end, the name he had spoken at their first meeting rose +to his mind, but the sweet and melancholy gains of this +present hour left no other wish but to utter the word he +had whispered so many times during the last fortnight: +</p> + +<p> +"Olivia!" +</p> + +<p> +All that was woman in her responded to the man in +him. She left the support of the tree and flung herself +against him, pulled him to her in a closer and closer +embrace, and pressed her lips to his as she murmured: +</p> + +<p> +"Andreas!" +</p> + +<p> +Two hours later he was once again in her great blue +room. She had given him the key of a private door into +the park and told him how he might find his way in. +Then she had led him back to the house, had bade him +good-night from the top of the wide steps that led down +from the hall, and had sent her household to bed. He had +wandered the streets, savouring his two hours' waiting as +only a poet knew how. Certainty, postponement, security, a +strategic device, hours of joy without end, one final +delay, a stream of mixed sensations, coursed through his +blood and flooded his brain, driving him and elating him. +The practical necessity of keeping his eye on his watch so +as not to miss the appointed hour merely served to whet +his appetite and to render his expectations more acute. +At last he turned the key in the rusty lock and groped his +way to her room. At the door he came to a halt. He wished +to relish the idea that here, two weeks ago, he had been +ushered in, a stranger, where now he was privileged to +enter as a lover. +</p> + +<p> +The room was unlighted, but in the soft radiance of the +moon he could see Olivia's outline on the shore that lay +beyond the blue sea of carpet. Tonight, in one second, +he flew to his haven of love. Without saying a word she +drew him to her, flooding him in the waves of her long +golden tresses. He pushed aside the white cloak that +covered her, his hungry lips devouring the breasts she lifted +towards him. +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p> +When, many hours later, Andreas rose from the couch, +he shivered with cold, for he was naked, and Olivia, lying +motionless, bade him put on a robe she had brought from +Damascus, and which she loved. The moon had not set, +and in its pale light Andreas in his long gold-embroidered +gown, his raven hair disordered by her loving fingers, +looked like an Arab, dark, slender, and burned by the hot +summer sun. Her head pillowed on her arm, she lay there +inert, gazing up at him. Then he heard the lovely alto voice +saying: +</p> + +<p> +"Hafiz!" +</p> + +<p> +"Venetian beauty," was his quick response. +</p> + +<p> +And she: "If I am ever to be loved by a Moor, I would +have you for my Othello." +</p> + +<p> +His face twitched, and she remembered too late what +that name must mean to him. She quickly rose and came +towards him: +</p> + +<p> +"Andreas!" +</p> + +<p> +She drew him to the window the better to read his countenance. +Like black lace, the delicate tracery of the trees +swayed against the night sky. The mighty stream flowed +on, dreaming its dreams, softly murmuring to itself, no +longer enlivened with the twinkling lights, while in the +blue-black distance the line of the hills on the farther side +of the river rose and fell along the horizon. +</p> + +<p> +"Speak to me, Andreas." +</p> + +<p> +She clasped him, and he, while fondling her hair, looked +over and beyond her to those distant hills where Diana +tonight was sojourning. "What is she doing? Is she gazing +forth from her tent over the wide steppe, oblivious of the +man who is kneeling at her feet?" +</p> + +<p> +Olivia's eyes, too, had travelled to those same hills. Like +the sound of distant drums she heard her memories marching +by, heard the mad wooing of the count in the days +when he had been her lover, heard his cynically wanton +words as he had, increasingly, become the husband and +nothing more. She saw Diana's compact breasts as the +girl had stood before her dressed in a simple linen frock, +saw Diana standing at her side in this same window, +murmuring: "You are beautiful." +</p> + +<p> +Andreas, too, felt peculiarly lucid. His brain seemed +lighted up as a great hall will be lighted for a festivity. +His memories radiated before him, never had he seen so +clearly before. There was the statue in its niche, the statue +of a naked amazon which had so often lured him to the +Vatican last winter. The vision took on life; Diana +herself stepped down from the niche and stood before him, +but as he put out his hand to touch her, the figure of the +count came between, and carried her off, laughing.... +</p> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<p><a id="chap0209"></a></p> + +<h3> +CHAPTER NINE +</h3> + +<p> +At the selfsame hour, Diana +awoke. She lay on a big rug, looked around her with +sleep-laden eyes, and tried to remember what had +happened. Gregor was asleep. She shivered in the chill +morning air, and drew a blanket off her camp-bed which had +not been used, covering both herself and the man at her +side. As she did so, she glanced down at him and smiled to +see how childlike was his slumber. Had she moved too +suddenly, or was it merely the consciousness that her eyes +were upon him? Who can tell? But at that moment he +awoke, turned quickly as if danger threatened, looked +around, saw Diana, remembered all, and smiled in his +turn. He leaned over her, bending her face back to kiss her. +</p> + +<p> +The hour of his conquest over her had been a light-hearted +one, sportive and gay. Everything had lent enchantment +to their union, the spirit of adventure fired +their blood, the fact that each shared the same secret and +that only the thin canvas wall of the tent screened them +from inquisitive eyes, the grass of the steppe on which they +lay, the memory of every word they had exchanged, the +expectant waiting, the hopes that had filled their hearts, +the delicious novelty of appealing to one another without +the exchange of a single syllable, the sense of solitude, the +enforced silence which caution constrained them to, all +this and a hundred other influences of time and place had +carried the pair onward on a mighty wave of rapturous +daring, so that it was as if two beasts of the wilderness +were playfully endeavouring to overcome one another. The +reawakened yearning to recapture his lost youth, a yearning +which had filled Gregor's whole being since he had +met Diana, had gradually disappeared as day followed +day which was to lead to this excursion, to this night of +fulfilment. +</p> + +<p> +Diana had not repelled him, for she was a woman who +never closed the doors on nature's impulses; and when she +felt his sensitive hands trembling within her own, the +words he longed to hear fell simply from her lips. The +man, for all his experience of love, had been shy as a boy +in his attitude towards the enigma of this woman; he +who was used to command had besought; his grey hairs +notwithstanding, he had wooed her like a youth; all this +had touched her, rather than carried her off her feet. He +himself was unaware of the unusual emotional stress which +once more after the lapse of decades, had transformed the +connoisseur into a bashful wooer and the spoilt darling +of so many female hearts into one who must use all his +arts of cajolery to induce his love to bestow her gifts upon +him. His tenderness, his supplicating desire, had made her +conclude that a great change, a change he was blissfully +unaware of, had taken place in the man at her side. +</p> + +<p> +The physical intimacy was, however, no more than the +sign that his whole nature was about to enter a new +springtime, for Gregor Count of Münsterberg, despite his +many love adventures, had during these last ten years +been a very lonely man. In the days when Olivia was everything +to him he had come implicitly to rely on her, giving +her his all with a lavishness not unlike Andreas's +spendthrift love—though in other respects the two men's +dispositions were in such complete contrast. +</p> + +<p> +"Diana, have you slept? Are you cold? Would you like +a glass of water?" +</p> + +<p> +He tucked her up, solicitous for her comfort; he slipped +his arm under her and petted and caressed her as if he +had done her an injury. He could not look upon the events +of that night with the eyes of a conqueror; he felt +somewhat ashamed of himself, for she had been so tender and, +as it seemed to him, had yielded to him through +complaisance, rather than from passion. He whispered: +</p> + +<p> +"Are you angry? Do you forgive me? Sweet Diana!" +</p> + +<p> +She smiled as she replied, equally softly: +</p> + +<p> +"You are good." +</p> + +<p> +"Won't you call me by my name?" +</p> + +<p> +"Gregor!" +</p> + +<p> +"Once again." +</p> + +<p> +"Gregor!" +</p> + +<p> +"Ah, that was boldly spoken, as you said it today—no, +yesterday, when we were riding together." +</p> + +<p> +"Tell me, why did you call out Diana then?" +</p> + +<p> +"Because I was thinking of you like that, just at the +moment when your horse shied. Had you never thought +of me by name?" +</p> + +<p> +"Yes, once." +</p> + +<p> +"When?" +</p> + +<p> +"As you left me that day we talked about the motto +on your coat-of-arms." +</p> + +<p> +"And then you thought of me as Gregor. Only that +once? I always thought of you as Diana whenever you +came into my mind." +</p> + +<p> +"When was that, I pray?" +</p> + +<p> +"Constantly." +</p> + +<p> +"Oh, come." +</p> + +<p> +"It's true. Constantly; at breakfast: Diana will be going +for a sail. While at work: that's not clear, not very +practical—Diana would have done it better. At dinner: Diana +has a fine palate for wines. Out riding, engaged in +conversation, even while dictating dispatches, always Diana is +in my thoughts, for she grasps my meaning, knows what I +want, understands, so much quicker than any one else." +</p> + +<p> +She raised herself on her elbow and leaned over him, +stroked his hair, and pushed the grey locks away from his +brow. +</p> + +<p> +"How white your forehead is, how beautifully shaped," +she whispered. Then she hummed very softly to herself, a +velvety sound like that made by the drowsy horses outside +as they rubbed their heads one against the other. "It's +a pity to keep it hidden under this mass of grey hair. +Have you ever tried brushing it back?" +</p> + +<p> +"A high forehead makes a man look older. Besides, +my hair is whiter still underneath. The way one wears the +hair is a fine art which even Peter, my man, is incapable +of achieving. I am always my own hairdresser." +</p> + +<p> +"Why?" +</p> + +<p> +He suddenly seized her by the hair: +</p> + +<p> +"I wish your chestnut locks could stay that colour for +ever." +</p> + +<p> +"I don't wish it at all. Or, perhaps to be quite truthful, +the wish might cross my mind occasionally. Still, I know +that when my time comes I shall not pull one grey hair +out. We must not run counter to nature." +</p> + +<p> +"You believe that?" he asked, pulling himself up into a +sitting position. "Am I running counter to nature when +I...?" He stole a look at her, and waited for her to +complete his thought. But she played with the fringe of the +rug and held her peace. He took her hand, and bent +towards her so as to compel her to look him in the eyes. +"You might easily be my daughter..." +</p> + +<p> +She answered very slowly: +</p> + +<p> +"Say, rather, that you might well be my son." +</p> + +<p> +Hand in hand the two sat gazing at one another, Diana +and Gregor, on the rug widespread among the dry herbage +of the steppe, in the softly diffused moonlight which +struggled through the thin canvas of the tent. +</p> + +<p> +What did Diana see? +</p> + +<p> +The vision of this man in his youthful prime, transparent, +so that the story of his life stood revealed. Those +blue eyes had never blenched at what life chose to offer +him. They had flashed upon the world their searching fires. +Now their look was turned inward, earnest, and inexpressibly +lonesome. Those lips, once so firm, were now sunk +between furrows telling of a disillusionment in strange +contrast to the strength expressed in the straight, +high-pitched nose and the salient chin, proclaiming as they did +the resolution with which this man sought power and +ever more power in compensation for the loss of his +capacity for enjoyment. +</p> + +<p> +And Gregor, what were his thoughts while he sat in +the pale light filtering through the tent as the moon set? +</p> + +<p> +He felt as if he were coming into closer contact with +humanity as a whole, not merely with the twenty-five year +old creature at his side. He saw as it were in timeless and +ageless shape, before her and behind her as she sat, the +form of a child and of a woman. Slowly, the meaning of +her last words and of his became disentangled from the +vision. How explain the mystery of sexual union? He +brooded upon this, not in relation to what had happened +this night, but as something remote and intangible. How +not shudder in the placid morning light at the madness +of venturing to penetrate into the life of another being, +and yet hope neither to kill that being nor to suffer death +at its hands? He was painfully aware of the weight of the +years that lay upon him. Had he not hitherto always been +as a god showering happiness on the woman of his choice? +But now, what had he to bestow on this young thing +whose hand lay so confidingly in his own? +</p> + +<p> +From those delicate lips that had kissed him last night +as if their owner were asleep, from those cheeks whose oval +was so pure, which sun and wind had bronzed and made +so firm a setting for the face, from those short, boyish +curls which seemed wilfully to renounce all womanly +lure, above all from the solemn fire of her brown eyes, +he drew so powerful a sense of vital security, so mighty an +assurance of youth's everlasting renewal, that he was +overwhelmed with gratitude and could only bow his grey +head, kiss her hand, and rest his forehead in her lap. +</p> + +<p> +She loosed the flap of the tent and threw it back without +disturbing him. Far away on the eastward margin of +the steppe the sky was pale with the earliest flicker of dawn. +The tiny breeze came cold and sharp upon her, so that she +drew the folds of the silk cloak tighter around her. For a +moment she thought of a morning on the island when +she had likewise waked up to find herself in the open. But +the head resting in her lap that day had dark hair.... +Where was Andreas now? Alone? +</p> + +<p> +Many minutes went by before the grizzled man raised +his head again. The blue eyes were so earnest that one +might have thought they had never been aglow with +laughter all yesterday. Slowly Gregor pulled aside the +silken folds that covered her, and laid her bosom bare. +His movements were tender and delicate, as with an +artist's appreciation he passed his sensitive fingers over +the small bronzed breasts, while Diana sat spellbound, +motionless.... +</p> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<p><a id="chap0210"></a></p> + +<h3> +CHAPTER TEN +</h3> + +<p> +It was not yet five o'clock, +but the party was already under way. The track was steep +and rough, for few shepherds or travellers ever came to +these remote and savage parts. In single file, they pushed +up the hill, the horses stumbling through the stunted +vegetation. The company was silent, each member deep in +thought, each suspecting but unwilling to give words to the +suspicion—although the baron and his wife had exchanged +a word or two before breaking camp. Upwards in zigzags +went the path leading to the temple, and only at the +top-most bend would they have their first, amazing view of +the object of their pilgrimage. +</p> + +<p> +Kopp was the one to break the spell. His seaman's eye, +accustomed to read the signs on vast expanses of water, +was quick to detect a moving particle in the plain they had +left behind. The speck halted, went this way and that, +resumed its onward course, stopped again—it must be an +animal. +</p> + +<p> +"Can that be a wild beast?" he asked at length. +</p> + +<p> +"Where?" +</p> + +<p> +"Over there," he said pointing to the speck in the distance. +</p> + +<p> +They reined in, and all eyes travelled in the direction +of his finger. +</p> + +<p> +"What the dickens can it be?" +</p> + +<p> +"It's following the trail we made yesterday." +</p> + +<p> +"Yes, look, now it's reached our camping place." +</p> + +<p> +"It's a dog!" +</p> + +<p> +"Impossible! That's not a dog's shape." +</p> + +<p> +"But it is! A Great Dane." +</p> + +<p> +"Extraordinary creature! One would think it was on +our scent." +</p> + +<p> +"Whose in particular do you think?" +</p> + +<p> +"Who can tell!" +</p> + +<p> +Diana it was who had exclaimed: "It's a dog!" On the +instant she had recognized Othello, and knew whom he +was in search of. +</p> + +<p> +On came the dog, faster and ever faster, following the +curves of the narrow path. All the party awaited his +coming with ill-concealed excitement. Now he had passed the +grooms and the pack horses. He was sobbing for breath +as he loped by. At last he came to a standstill at Diana's +side, and looked up at her, whining gently. She stooped in +the saddle to pat his head while he, his front paws resting +on the horse's flank, endeavoured to reach her. The horse +was already in a fidgety mood, and as the dog's paws +touched him, he sprang aside. Diana saw the danger. The +precipitous descent yawned beneath her. In a trice she had +leapt out of the saddle and had landed safely on the path, +with Othello upon her. +</p> + +<p> +But Abdul, misunderstanding the gesture, and already +indignant at the big fellow's intrusion, broke away from +his master and, barking and growling, hurled himself upon +Othello, attacking the great beast from the rear. +Pandemonium broke loose. In and out among the legs of the +unhappy horses the two dogs went, the mountain rising +sheer above and the precipice falling away beneath. The +greyhound barked and yapped its fury; the Great Dane, +dignified even in combat, protested with deep bass growls. +The greyhound swift and dexterous in his movements, the +other heavy and strong in his defence. Abdul had been +knocked out by a tap from Othello's great paw, but the +plucky little fellow was up and attacking again in a trice. +Then the big dog gripped his assailant by the leg with +his teeth and with one smack with his front paw sent the +little beast rolling in the dust. +</p> + +<p> +Diana had till now watched the fight in speechless +amazement and fear, for she knew Othello's strength and +could only hope Gregor's greyhound would be spared the +full taste of the Great Dane's muscles. As Othello hurled +his assailant from him, Diana seized the opportunity to +call him to her side. He responded immediately, and with +docile obedience went towards her while the count secured +his own little beast. Othello placed his two front paws on +Diana's shoulders, his head towering over her. Then he +nestled his head in her neck while she patted him and +spoke to him soothing endearments. +</p> + +<p> +The rest of the company could only gape in foolish +amazement, for none knew who this huge beast could +be, and his size alarmed the natives who had never before +seen a dog of such large proportions. +</p> + +<p> +Baroness Linnartz was the first to recover her +composure. She giggled shrilly and said: +</p> + +<p> +"How touching!" Then turning to her husband she +whispered: "Enigmatical creature! Fancy travelling about +with a dog of that size and not even to keep it properly +locked up and under control. Had you any idea she +possessed such an animal?" +</p> + +<p> +"I wonder how he tracked her down? We've been on +horseback all the time," muttered the baron perplexedly. +</p> + +<p> +"Quite within the realm of possibility. I had something +much the same happen to me once," said Gregor. +</p> + +<p> +All were now speaking at once, each telling of their +own or other people's experience; even the natives by their +gestures made it plain that they, too, had seen such a thing +before. At last the caravan set forward again, the prince +observing reflectively: +</p> + +<p> +"It's enough to put us to the blush, an animal like that, +running ten or at least eight hours on end and then, at +the last, when he reaches his master, rejoicing as if he had +found a saviour." +</p> + +<p> +Kopp, who had been more deeply impressed than the +others, said rather sententiously: +</p> + +<p> +"What a beautiful picture we had when the dog put his +paws on the young woman's shoulders!" +</p> + +<p> +The prince had thought the same, but felt that if he +expressed it in words he would be guilty of sentimentality, +so he turned the conversation from this dangerous ground, +and cried: +</p> + +<p> +"Invasion of northern imperialism into the peninsula in +the person of a Bismarckian dog!" +</p> + +<p> +Abdul was put on the lead and taken to the rear, but +no one ventured to take Othello's liberty from him. Gregor +had dismounted, and had handed the bridles of his and +Diana's horses to one of the grooms. +</p> + +<p> +Diana, preceded by Gregor and with Othello at her heels, +silently continued up the hill on foot. After his first +demonstration, the dog had not shown any further sign of +affection save when from time to time he rubbed his great +head against her thigh. The count felt instinctively that +Othello was a rival, or at least a creature who had robbed +him of a part of her affection. He felt vexed, for his whole +mind was absorbed in the endeavour to win her completely +for himself. After a while he asked: +</p> + +<p> +"Have you been hiding that superb animal from me all +this time? Where was he that day I called on you at your +hotel?" +</p> + +<p> +"He does not belong to me." +</p> + +<p> +"Not yours?" questioned Gregor tentatively. +</p> + +<p> +"He lived with me some months ago. Now he's found +out where I am and has followed me." +</p> + +<p> +"It's all so perplexing. Diana, do tell me..." +</p> + +<p> +"To me, life is a game, Gregor. On the deck of the ship +in which I am voyaging the reflection of lights will fall +from time to time, lights from the lands or the islands I +have visited in times gone past. They turn and twist about +as they cross my path. Then the ship sails once more into +the shadows. Othello is a messenger from one of those +isles. Can you understand?" +</p> + +<p> +Gregor loved her to speak like this, although he knew +quite well that she chose her words deliberately so as not +to betray her secrets. He was too used to the intrigues +inseparable from political life to allow himself to be +beguiled by her smile, but he felt it wiser to subdue his +feeling of jealousy, and therefore said loud enough for all +to hear: +</p> + +<p> +"Yes, a capital dog. But we'll have to keep him and +Abdul apart. They're likely to be sworn enemies." +</p> + +<p> +Diana, who, according to her wont, had read an omen +into the encounter between the two dogs, was disquieted +by these words, though Gregor himself had no ulterior +meaning in his mind. For him they were nothing more +than a plain statement of fact. But Diana looked at him +searchingly, trying to plumb his strength, his vital energy. +As she looked, another figure took shape beside Gregor, +that of Othello's master. She contemplated them as two +rivals, just as the dogs were, antagonists, and in a flash +it was borne in upon her that these two men symbolized +the everlasting clash between youth and age, age and +youth. +</p> + +<p> +Gregor, wholly unconscious of her searching observation, +pursued his way up the mountain, deep in thought +as to who could be the link between this animal and Diana. +Who, he asked himself, was there in their mutual circle +of acquaintances who took an interest in dogs? He tried +to recall which among the many callers at the embassy +had ever bent towards the ground in order to pat Abdul +and to speak to him like a friend. Suddenly the young +poet came into his mind. Yes, Andreas had noticed Abdul +every time he had come to the house. Other recollections +crowded upon him. Olivia's intention to ask young Seeland +to dine with her yesterday evening! A multitude of +possibilities jigged and capered before his eyes. He began +to look upon his escapade of this night with the eyes of +an ordinary member of society, became conscious of +infidelity, a reproach he had never felt before in all his other +love episodes. Without turning round he asked with as +casual a tone as he could muster: +</p> + +<p> +"Young Seeland seems to be a very interesting fellow, +don't you think?" +</p> + +<p> +Diana had been so engrossed in her own thoughts, +vaguely musing on Andreas and the island, Andreas and +Olivia, that she was taken aback by the suddenness of the +question. Her hand which had been stroking Othello's +head as she walked, stopped abruptly, and her left eyelid +twitched ever so slightly—the only sign she ever gave of +being surprised. Controlling her emotion, however, she +said very quietly: +</p> + +<p> +"Yes, you are right." +</p> + +<p> +"The countess speaks favourably of his poems. Do you +happen to know them?" +</p> + +<p> +"Fairly well." +</p> + +<p> +"What do you think of them?" +</p> + +<p> +"They're beautiful." +</p> + +<p> +"I'll have to read them, then." +</p> + +<p> +Diana was grateful that he did not pursue the conversation +further. +</p> + +<p> +The sun had not yet risen above the hill whose flank +they had now been scaling for two hours. They were +eager for the reward of their trouble and fatigue. Silence +had fallen upon them again as they grappled with the +steepest part of the ascent. The baroness, filled with +curiosity and with ambition to be the first on the spot, had +pushed forward so as to ride immediately behind the +guide, who was a good way in advance of the main caravan. +She was in the sunshine already, so the pass they +were making for must be near at hand. Suddenly the +quietude of this unpeopled mountain fastness was broken +by a shrill cry. Baroness Linnartz, preening herself upon +her victory, was hallooing down to them: +</p> + +<p> +"Lovely! Better than Girgenti! Hurry up, do!" +</p> + +<p> +She disappeared over the rise, followed by her husband. +</p> + +<p> +Kopp, on arriving at the top, found nothing to say but: +"Donnerwetter!" +</p> + +<p> +The prince, coming up close behind him, whistled a +fourth through his teeth in order to cover up his +amazement. +</p> + +<p> +Gregor and Diana continued to climb in the prince's +wake. The count had twice been here before. He knew +the little dip in the path whence the first view could be +had, and as he was about to reach it he drew aside to allow +Diana to pass. This charming little gesture, a mere nothing +in itself, the delicacy of feeling that lay behind his desire +that she should glimpse the temple first, touched Diana +and warmed her heart towards the man. She threw him a +loving glance as she passed in front. Her nature was as +sensitive as it was strong, as intuitive and refined as it +was steeled and simple. Such kindly little attentions were +greatly appreciated by her. She would give her all for a +tender motion of the hand, for a wooing glance, for an +unobtrusive and affectionate piece of courtesy such as +Gregor had just displayed in letting her go forward to get +the first view of the temple. Perhaps this little demonstration +of delicate consideration was necessary to restore her +balance, so that she might be in a fit state to enjoy the +mighty picture she was about to contemplate. +</p> + +<p> +A landscape conjured together on a heroic scale spread +itself before her, mile upon mile of mountain and hollow +stretching far away towards the sea which was sparkling +in the rays of the early sun. In a clearing of the evergreen +wood, just below the crest of the hills, grey in the orange +light, stood the temple, its Doric columns unimpaired, +though roof there was none. The great arms of the mountains +compassed it about; but through a gap in their ranks, +the sea was visible, while away to the west the mighty +river-spread of inland waters glowed darkly, still shadowed by +the mountains on its banks. As she gazed, the sun swung +high above the hilltops, catching the grey columns in a +beam of light. +</p> + +<p> +All had dismounted, and, as their temperaments +prompted, had stood still, or walked round, or approached +the temple. The baron was especially delighted with the +precision of its structure, praising the way in which each +section of the columns "fitted like a glove." His wife had +spread the ground plans and sketches out on the steps, +and had forced the captain to examine every detail so as +to see whether everything had been duly recorded on the +sheets. The prince had wandered farther afield and had +found a fig tree. He stretched his long arms up till he could +pluck the fruit, then seated himself beneath the tree with +two or three of the grey-green figs in his hands, and, while +he sucked the red heart out of them, his eyes took in the +scene of which the columns formed the centre. Silently he +contemplated them, comparing, balancing, enjoying, +criticizing; and his mind vacillated between thoughts of +the men who had built the temple, and a peculiarly +succulent strawberry jam they made at home whose savour +had been called up by the taste of the rosy pulp of the +fruit he now had in his hand. +</p> + +<p> +Gregor strode up to where Diana had dismounted. For +him, the landscape held nothing but her picture. She stood +in her boyish attire by the side of her horse, with the reins +loosely hanging over her arm, while with the other hand +she shaded her eyes from the sun. A pine tree formed a +background for her as, bathed in the glowing light—the +little horse to one side of her, and the huge dog to the +other—she gazed transfixed at the scene before her, aloof, +forgetful of the why and wherefore of the journey. And +Gregor knew from her expression and her aspect that up +here in this mountain quietude, in despite of the long +ride and of all that the night had held, nothing existed for +her but the vision of the flawless morning as it rose +towards her from the distant sea. +</p> + +<p> +Gregor's whole being was flooded with the solemnity +of the hour; now more than ever he became aware of +the essential unity of youth and maturity, of knowledge +and physical energy, with which he had been struck at his +first glimpse of her. He fancied he could detect in her face +at this moment, yes at this very moment, that look he had +rarely seen in women, and then only at the instant of love's +surrender. Loath to disturb her, he nevertheless drew near +to her, and, speaking softly, with the tremor of desire in +his tone, he spoke her name: +</p> + +<p> +"Diana!" +</p> + +<p> +She did not stir, but murmured: +</p> + +<p> +"Look! The sea!" +</p> + +<p> +He stood slightly to the back of her, and in spirit swept +her to him in a wide embrace, while he vowed never, +never again to let her out of his hands. +</p> + +<p> +From where he sat under his fig tree, the prince had +been watching them as they vowed themselves, one to +youth, the other to sunshine and the sea. He whistled +softly through his teeth. +</p> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<p><a id="chap0301"></a></p> + +<h2> +BOOK THREE +</h2> + +<p><br><br></p> + +<h3> +CHAPTER ONE +</h3> + +<p> +Towards the end of +July, Diana received the following wire: "Rumour reports +Greyhound daily hunts goddess of chase. Scherer." She +laughed, then handed her reply to the waiting messenger: +"Greater the certainty you will bag both. Wassilko." +</p> + +<p> +She was reclining in a deck chair on the terrace of +a white villa. The low roof and walls excluded the view +on all sides save that which looked down upon the water. +Nine o'clock had just struck, and it was at this early hour +that Gregor had taken to coming. On horseback, the journey +from the town needed a good hour, and under the most +favourable conditions it took half an hour in the motor +boat. +</p> + +<p> +"Mary!" +</p> + +<p> +The former nurse had joined Diana here in the early +days. She was a native of these parts, and glad indeed was +she to be back in the warm south, hoping never again +to have to experience the bleakness of a northern clime. +Her large, melancholy eyes with the earnest expression +habitual to women born in southern lands, gazed forth +with satisfaction upon the surrounding landscape. She now +hastened to rejoin her mistress. +</p> + +<p> +"Mary, do you see any sign of the boat?" +</p> + +<p> +"Not yet. Here are your letters." +</p> + +<p> +"They've come early." +</p> + +<p> +"The telegraph boy brought them." +</p> + +<p> +Diana drew the coarse linen wrapper about her knees, +and sat up. She took her mail with a pout, as if swallowing +some unpalatable doctor's stuff. Turning the letters +over this way and that, she amused herself for a while +trying to guess who the senders might be. Then throwing +the others aside, she selected one from the pile because it +had the town postmark and a typed address. It looked +rather important, as if it might be an official message, +something that needed immediate attention. The big quarto +sheet bore no signature, merely the typewritten words: +</p> + +<p> +"Be careful of showing your preference before the baron +and his wife" +</p> + +<p> +Just that; not even a full stop at the end. Diana had a +flutter at her heart as she read the words "your preference" +typed by a stranger's hand. Although she knew quite well +that her intimacy with Gregor could not possibly remain +a secret, she was loath to see a record of it on paper, typed +by a fellow mortal's hand, sorted by yet another unknown +person, stamped by a third, delivered by a fourth. She +pushed the thing into an angle of the chair so that it +might not be blown away in one of the sudden gusts of +wind which frequently rose from the waters below. Chin +in hand, elbow on knee, she gazed out over the shimmering +expanse. +</p> + +<p> +"Always this intrusion of the outer world! Always these +octopus tentacles outstretched! Hardly had the blue ocean +emerged from chaos and spread his great limbs to bask +in the sun, sufficient unto himself, content, when ships +must come sailing upon his heaving bosom, men must +plumb his depths, besprinkle him with buoys, build +towering lighthouses, so that in the end there is not one part +of his anatomy that has not been discovered and named. +When have I ever been left to love in peace? Not in Paris, +where we were forced to leave the Hotel Athene and seek +seclusion in a little servantless studio on the Montmartre +heights. Not at Saint Gingolph, where no tourists visiting +the lake of Geneva were ever supposed to come, and where +Edmond always wore blue spectacles when he went into +Evian so as not to be recognized. Not that time in +Scotland when Charlie and I went away to the seaside, and he +tried to transform his aristocratic ways and become a +simple fisherman. Every time we were tracked down at +last. And here are the scandalmongers at their old +amusement once more!" +</p> + +<p> +Suddenly she got up, called for her bathing things, slipped +into a dark violet swimming suit, flung a white bath cloak +about her, and in a trice had reached the little hut which +stood on the margin of the water at the foot of the garden +surrounding the villa. She climbed to the top of the ladder +and dived. Up she came, spluttering to the surface, the +head showing a few locks which had escaped from her +cap and dripped down her cheeks. With a free, overarm +stroke, she swam through a gap in the protective palisading +out into the open water. The currents made swimming +in these parts rather dangerous even for the best of +swimmers, but regardless, she made for an eddy which +sparkled in the sun, and swam round it. Now she saw a +motor boat coming from mid-stream and making for the +landing-stage she had left a moment ago. She knew both +the vessel and its helmsman, and swam vigorously towards +it. Within a few yards of it she suddenly dived and +swam under water until she saw the keel above her. Then +up she came again and cried: +</p> + +<p> +"Ware, enemy; torpedo to starboard!" +</p> + +<p> +Gregor, who had seen something suddenly disappear +in the water ahead and who guessed whence the attack +came, had slowed down to dodge his assailant. Now two +brown hands gripped the side of the boat. Throwing her +a rope, he exclaimed: +</p> + +<p> +"Clear for action! Fire!" +</p> + +<p> +Glistening and smooth, she pulled herself half out of the +water, while he, making full speed ahead, put the boat's +nose towards the shore. +</p> + +<p> +"Spoils of war," she laughed. "Surrender!" +</p> + +<p> +"No, no; having no ship, you are my prisoner." +</p> + +<p> +Laughing and teasing, they reached the landing-stage. +Throwing the painter to Diana's brown-skinned serving-man +who had quickly come down to the waterside as they +drew near, Gregor turned to speak to the swimmer, but +she was nowhere to be seen, having with youthful +alacrity clambered out of the water and made for the hut. +</p> + +<p> +"Good morning, Sir," said Mary, and once more he +was grateful to her in that she never called him +"Excellency," and never bowed in deference to his rank. +</p> + +<p> +He passed by the table which had been laid for +breakfast in the cool twilit hall, and leaned against one of the +wooden pillars whose silhouette stood out black against +the pale-blue background of waters. +</p> + +<p> +"Have I recaptured my lost youth? She looked no more +than a girl in her teens just now. If I ever should divulge +the fact that six weeks after I first met her I was confiding +all my plans to this woman and relying on her for counsel +and advice, I should be laughed out of court. People +would say: 'Fancy at your age being led into such folly +by the sight of a neat pair of ankles!' Romantic, indeed!" +</p> + +<p> +The sound of naked feet running up the marble steps +made him swing around. Diana stood in the doorway muffled +in her towel wrap, her hair still damp from her morning dip. +</p> + +<p> +"You are late and I am hungry. So must you be. Come +along!" +</p> + +<p> +She made him sit down and pushed dishes of meat and +eggs and what not towards him, served him his tea, and +scrutinized the figs that lay in a wide dish at the centre +of the table. At last she found one to her liking, and, +breaking it open, plunged her fine white teeth into its rosy +pulp. +</p> + +<p> +"Perfect! Neither too hard nor too soft, those are the +best. They should be elastic, cool without and ripe within. +What are you smiling at?" +</p> + +<p> +"Like women, in fact!" +</p> + +<p> +"There spoke Gregor the thirty-year-old." +</p> + +<p> +"Yes, I suppose Gregor the greybeard should have said: +'Diana'!" +</p> + +<p> +"No, not that exactly. You know the symbolism attached +to this perfect fruit; you know that you grew to maturity +slower and in a more natural manner than I, who, maybe, +came to know everything too soon and in the end shall +probably incur the wrath of the gods." +</p> + +<p> +"Nereid! Were it not that you keep your charms (lately +disporting themselves so shamelessly in the sun) hidden +away in the folds of that clumsy wrap, I should establish +my claim." +</p> + +<p> +Diana had learned his way of giving the pathetic an +ambiguous twist, so she let it go at that. He, too, knew +his Diana well enough to know that she would never +demean herself to fish for a compliment. They both sat +eating, and kept their own counsel. At length Gregor broke +the silence: +</p> + +<p> +"We always seem to begin at different ends of the +stick when we breakfast together. Suppose you pick me +out a fig, to finish off with, as perfect as the one you had as +an appetizer?" +</p> + +<p> +She felt several of the fruits before she picked out one +that satisfied her, one of the smallest in the dish. This +she offered him, saying: "Perfect." +</p> + +<p> +He took it, and cut it open. +</p> + +<p> +"You always pronounce that word with a kind of solemnity, +much as when I was a young man they came to tell +us in the casino: 'Tomorrow His Majesty will be +coming.'" +</p> + +<p> +"That's just how I feel about it. The word makes me +feel sort of anxious and uneasy." +</p> + +<p> +"Perhaps it is because unconsciously you feel that you +yourself are nearer perfection than most," he teased. +</p> + +<p> +"I rarely compare myself with others, except in +moments of weakness. I've too good an opinion of myself! +But my idea of perfection is so immense, that I must +remain humble for ever. That's why I have no desire to +write, as you were suggesting lately. No book of mine +could ever attain perfection." +</p> + +<p> +"Yes, but doesn't the idea of influencing others attract +you? I had that notion once when I dreamt of becoming +a great composer." +</p> + +<p> +"Very little, Gregor. I only care to influence those I am +fond of and who are worth influencing." +</p> + +<p> +"Is it worth your while this time?" he said banteringly, +with a vestige of coquetry in his voice. But at the same +instant he was on his feet and had come round to her +side of the table. Pulling her chair back, he knelt before +her, raising the wrap to her knees and kissing them: +</p> + +<p> +"Is it worth your while this time, in spite of grey hairs +and limbs that are no longer as lithe as a young Narcissus's?" +</p> + +<p> +"Gregor," she protested softly, making him get up and +sit at the table again. +</p> + +<p> +Somewhat abashed, he changed the subject, and asked +abruptly: +</p> + +<p> +"Have you seen that—have you seen young Seeland +again?" +</p> + +<p> +"Oh yes, I saw him yesterday." +</p> + +<p> +She spoke calmly, but he made an impatient gesture. +There had been a slumbering uneasiness in his mind ever +since that day three weeks ago when, on the homeward +journey from the temple, in answer to his persistent +questioning as to Othello's master she had said: "He was at +one time an intimate friend of mine." Now this uneasiness, +which had been dormant, sprang up, awake and alert +again. He had not wished to intrude upon her privacy, and +yet he could not resist asking: "Here?" +</p> + +<p> +"Yes, he came to fetch Othello who had again run away +from him." +</p> + +<p> +Silence. Diana watched him. His nostrils quivered +slightly, betraying his secret emotions. She laid a hand +affectionately on his arm. +</p> + +<p> +"Gregor, he was only here a minute or two, and I did +not come down till he was about to drive away." +</p> + +<p> +He looked up and said somewhat nervously: +</p> + +<p> +"Yes, yes, I know, I believe you..." +</p> + +<p> +"Well, and what then?" +</p> + +<p> +"It must have been awfully exciting—for him!" +</p> + +<p> +"Very likely." +</p> + +<p> +"Did he behave—all right?" +</p> + +<p> +"Faultlessly." +</p> + +<p> +"Shake hands?" +</p> + +<p> +"Of course." +</p> + +<p> +"Kiss your hand?" +</p> + +<p> +"Of course not." +</p> + +<p> +"Er—came in the evening?" +</p> + +<p> +"In the forenoon. If he'd come ten minutes earlier you'd +have met." +</p> + +<p> +"I must find out from my Austrian colleague when he +thinks of utilizing the young man's capabilities in the +consular service." +</p> + +<p> +She laughed. He was suddenly silent, pensive. Then, +drawing an envelope from an inside pocket he handed it +to her. +</p> + +<p> +"Just read that. Ridiculous nonsense!" +</p> + +<p> +Diana spread out the sheet of paper and read: "The +countess is betraying the count with Herr Andreas +Seeland." The message had been typed. +</p> + +<p> +She looked at him earnestly, trying to fathom his +thoughts. His face revealed nothing. With a laugh she +said: +</p> + +<p> +"The letter to you is on smaller paper, intimate, more +like a letter of condolence. Mine is on a large quarto sheet, +altogether more imposing, taking the form of a solemn +denunciation." +</p> + +<p> +"You've had a warning too?" +</p> + +<p> +Gregor spoke quickly, with ill-concealed excitement. +The thought flashed through his mind that Andreas was +courting both these women at once. Intolerable! +</p> + +<p> +"My communication does not relate to him," she answered, +reading his thoughts and hoping to tranquillize +him. +</p> + +<p> +"To whom, then? To me?" +</p> + +<p> +"I am to be on my guard against the baron," she said, +going off to fetch the letter. +</p> + +<p> +The missives were compared, held up to the light, the +postmarks on the envelopes examined. +</p> + +<p> +"Differences don't mean anything. It must be the same +person... and yet, no..." +</p> + +<p> +"Whom do you think mine is from?" +</p> + +<p> +"Hm. Kopp or the prince. They both dislike the baron +and are fond of me. The prince has also a great admiration +for you. But my correspondent—— Who can that be?" +</p> + +<p> +"Linnartz, of course." +</p> + +<p> +"I rather fancy it is the baroness." +</p> + +<p> +"Yes, that is even more probable." +</p> + +<p> +"And what do you make of it all?" +</p> + +<p> +He spoke jauntily, but Diana saw that the second letter +had upset him more even than the one he had received. +She realized that with the receipt of these anonymous +warnings the critical stage of Olivia's relationship to +Andreas had begun. She knew that it behoved her to walk +warily, to do her utmost to calm him down in the new +emergency, just as she had lulled to rest his very natural +misgivings in respect of Andreas and herself. Casting a +disdainful look on the two miscreant papers, she exclaimed +emphatically: +</p> + +<p> +"Nonsense!" +</p> + +<p> +Gregor was only waiting for this confirmation of his +hopes. The expressive word acted like an elixir upon the +gayer elements in his character, and he felt light-hearted +again. He rose and thrust the letter back in his pocket. +</p> + +<p> +"Going already?" +</p> + +<p> +"I must. Conference." He embraced her passionately and +left. +</p> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<p><a id="chap0302"></a></p> + +<h3> +CHAPTER Two +</h3> + +<p class="noindent"> +Linnartz to a friend in Berlin. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +"October 3rd. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +"Dear Eberhard, +</p> + +<p> +"It is with a heavy heart that I take up my pen today, +for I have a piece of news to tell, which, in the interests +of the country, I should be delighted for any one to prove +false. Unfortunately, everything which I am now going to +disclose is authentic, I have incontestable proof. It is only +after having made every possible excuse and looked at +the matter in a purely objective way, that I have made up +my mind to send in a complaint against a chief whom I +personally respect and honour. +</p> + +<p> +"I am sorry, indeed, to have to thrust upon you the +uncongenial office of being clerk of the court in this matter. +But I see no other way out. As far as I know, you are the +only one of my friends I can trust in such a delicate affair, +and the only one who is closely associated with the foreign +secretary. I shall be as concise as possible. +</p> + +<p> +"Contrary to all expectations, the chief seemed during +the last couple of years to have settled down to a quiet and +orderly life—of course I may flatter myself that this has +been due in large measure to my own example and precept. +But since June he has again succumbed to one of +his degrading and perilous love-affairs. Last summer a +lady suddenly arrived in these parts, Diana de Wassilko +by name (though I can find no mention of this 'aristocratic' +family in the Almanach de Gotha). Short hair, +rides, swims, and has other accomplishments; well-trained +in social amenities and able to impose herself. I saw her +some years ago in very dubious company in St. Petersburg—from +afar, of course, for even in my bachelor days +I avoided the company of such women. +</p> + +<p> +"She came with an introduction from the newspaper +magnate Scherer, and in a very short time had completely +captivated the chief. Soon it was common talk that she +had become his mistress, that he had taken a house for her, +servants, horses, etc. He goes every day to see her, usually +once, sometimes twice, rides over or takes boat. Spends half +the day in her company, often stays on through the night. +</p> + +<p> +"If such demoralizing behaviour, such neglect of duty, +affected himself only, the whole thing would have to be +fought out between him and his wife, the unhappy Countess +Olivia. But matters are far more serious. Not only is +this person in a position to pass on to Scherer all the +information which the chief may divulge in moments of +weakness and of passion; she is now taking an active part in +affairs herself! On the very best authority I learn that +recently by cunning and craft she induced one of the +secretaries of the foreign office here to hand over copies of +letters, among them one to the French embassy which she +entrusted to the chief. These papers, because they proved +beyond a doubt the friendly feeling existing between this +government and France (a friendship the chief has always +been sceptical about), have not been shown to me or to +the other gentlemen at the embassy, nor have they been +placed in the archives. We have, therefore, every indication +of the formation of a State within the State. +</p> + +<p> +"Not until recently did the matter of the stolen information +come to the ears of the foreign minister here, although +even now he has no exact knowledge of the affair. +He sounded the chief, and demanded the expulsion of the +culprit. Of course the chief played the innocent as in duty +bound. Not only did he say nothing about handing over +the culprit for the local authorities to deport if they deemed +it expedient; he actually went out of his way to shield +her, deploring that the suspicion of such an intrigue could +have arisen in connexion with a person who was not +engaged in political activities and who was neither +competent nor willing to dabble in matters of the kind. As the +chief took up such an attitude it was impossible for the +minister to insist, but since then he has been telling all the +foreign representatives that the chief is 'conniving with a +notorious spy.' Le Chat and Sir Henry are naturally +delighted, and are making the best of their opportunities. +When the minister tried to sound me in the matter, I was +evasive as duty demanded. But the conflict between loyalty +to my chief and loyalty to my country is so great that I +am no longer certain if I am serving the fatherland +honourably while shielding an erring official, even when that +official is my own official superior. To add to my +difficulties, now that Eckersberg is about to leave in order to +take up his inheritance, I have no one at the embassy to +give me moral support. All these reasons have led me, my +dear Eberhard, to confide in you, and I beg you to follow +your own counsel as to whether you keep silence or whether +you hand on the intelligence to the most appropriate quarter. +</p> + +<p> +"I wish you and your dear wife all the best the world has +to offer. Heartiest greetings from my household to yours. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> + "Your old friend,<br> + "ERNST LINNARTZ."<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Scherer to Diana. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +"October 20th. +</p> + +<p> +"The last dispatch I sent (it was smart of you to guess +so promptly whom I meant by 'Owl'!) will have shown +you how matters are shaping themselves in the duel +between policehound and greyhound. The former has chosen +E. N. for his father confessor. E. N. being a notorious +gossip, the news leaked out within twenty-four hours after +the receipt of policehound's letter and became the talk of +club-rooms and editorial offices. That was only to be +expected. But I was uneasy when I found no mention at all +of the matter in the government organs, for this indicated +that some big coup was about to be dealt, and was not to +be hampered in any way by ill-timed accusations, no matter +how savoury the morsel might be. +</p> + +<p> +"In addition, the foreign secretary made no attempt to +speak to me when we shook hands at the opening of an +exhibition here. But on Tuesday I had a call on the phone. +Would I go to see him? I allowed two days to elapse. +</p> + +<p> +"His reception was cordial, and the look of hostility from +his owl's eyes was balm to my heart, since it was cast upon +myself! He laid the 'original document' before me—of +course it only consisted of items from L's letter. I need +hardly say that your name cropped up as well. He was +careful to stress the fact that he knew I had not sent you +out there in any official capacity; at the same time there +was undeniable proof of correspondence between you and +myself. When he saw that I did not demur, he came to the +point. He requested me—there was no challenge in his +voice, he spoke in a friendly way without rising—to recall +you. I feigned astonishment. Then he got up, pushed his +left shoulder forward, leaned his head towards it—his +attitude had something akin to one I know so well in +yourself—and said: +</p> + +<p> +"'You refuse?' +</p> + +<p> +"'Have you any other complaint against my employees?' +</p> + +<p> +"'Only against this one. You refuse?' +</p> + +<p> +"I'm sorry, Sir.' +</p> + +<p> +"'You feel bound...' +</p> + +<p> +"'I cannot dismiss an employee who has carried out her +duties admirably, has sent most valuable reports, has +established the best of relations with those I wish to have +good relations with—I cannot dismiss such an employee +merely on account of a denunciation, the subject of which +has not come to your ears through the proper channels and +whose object cannot be defended in any way.' +</p> + +<p> +"'We know all there is to know.' +</p> + +<p> +"'And what about the ambassador? Is he unaware of +the denunciation?' +</p> + +<p> +"'In all probability.' +</p> + +<p> +"Does Your Excellency not intend to ask him directly?' +</p> + +<p> +"'To ask him would mean to recall him.' +</p> + +<p> +"'And His Majesty...?' +</p> + +<p> +"'Knows nothing as yet.' +</p> + +<p> +"'Has Count Münsterberg no friend who could let him +know of the accusation, so that he himself might demand +an inquiry?' +</p> + +<p> +"'I know of none—unless you yourself...' +</p> + +<p> +"'I have not the honour to call myself his friend. +Suppose I ask the lady if she were willing....' +</p> + +<p> +"'Would the lady be prepared to imperil her own +position by communicating things that were to her +disadvantage?' +</p> + +<p> +"'One can but try.' +</p> + +<p> +"'You are willing?' +</p> + +<p> +"I will send her an account of our conversation, +without comment.' +</p> + +<p> +"'That's very good of you, but your trouble will be vain.' +</p> + +<p> +"'We'll see.' +</p> + +<p> +"I have given you this exchange with much detail, so +that you may be in a position to decide whether you will +undertake to tell the count what is afoot against him, and +if so how much you will disclose. +</p> + +<p> +"For my part I would advise you against doing this, +and am only sending you this letter by a trustworthy messenger +in order that you may take your bearings. The count +will of course want to exculpate himself immediately, and +might injure himself a great deal more by so doing than +if he kept silent. His position must be uncommonly strong, +seeing that none of his superiors ventures to denounce him. +</p> + +<p> +"Business affairs by ordinary post. I can't get to that +before Sunday. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> + "Yours very truly,<br> + "SCHERER."<br> +</p> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<p><a id="chap0303"></a></p> + +<h3> +CHAPTER THREE +</h3> + +<p> +In November the major came +to replace Eckersberg. Ever since the foreign secretary +had given him the hint last summer he had lived +expectant of such a turn in his fortunes, and had hoped that +by some stroke of good luck he might be transferred to the +spot where she who had inspired him to seek advance in +his profession had taken up her quarters. Not for nothing, +he thought, had he been christened Felix! When, one +morning, he had read in the paper the news of old Count +Eckersberg's death he took the omen as a gift from the gods. +He moved heaven and earth, setting friends and relatives +in motion on his behalf, and he had finally thrust himself +on the minister's notice one evening at a dinner party. +When, a week later, his chief asked him whether he would +like the post, he accepted with rapture. +</p> + +<p> +Yet he had a presentiment that his lady, in spite of his +fair hair and the many memories he and she shared in +common, would never be weaned from her allegiance to +that grey-haired man down south, whose mistress she was +said to be, and who was said even by his enemies to be +endowed with a most attractive personality. +</p> + +<p> +The major's first two visits to Diana had not escaped +the notice of his colleagues at the embassy. He had +refrained from seeing any more of her, partly because he was +overwhelmed with work, and partly he was deterred by +the fear of meeting his chief at Diana's villa. But the +baron's party, which consisted only of Linnartz and his wife, +though they thought they had now secured Olivia's adherence, +had quickly discerned in his visits confirmation of +their suspicions of Diana's "demi-monde" antecedents. +</p> + +<p> +From the very first the Linnartzes, man and wife, had +looked upon the major as a possible enemy. Felix, whose +natural jealousy had been aroused by visions of Gregor and +Diana perpetually together, had entered upon his new post +with a feeling of animosity towards his chief. But the +longer he worked for the ambassador, the more he came to +like the man, to feel a growing sympathy for him. Gregor's +fresh vitality appealed to him, also his waywardness, and +his comradely way of treating his subordinates. The +embassy being a household divided against itself, the major's +antagonistic reception by one faction, and the cordial +welcome extended to him by the other, helped to define the +newcomer's position. He made himself an object of +suspicion to the Linnartzes as soon as he called on Diana. +Kopp, on the other hand, had mentally rallied to the major's +side. Army and navy had greeted one another with a kind +of formal cordiality; the two men had recalled the dinner +at the club and the homeward walk with Scherer when +this very ambassador had come up for discussion. Though +at the outset Scherer's name had served as a link between +them, it was of Scherer's envoy, of Diana, that both men +had thought during their first interview. +</p> + +<p> +The prince was less affable. He could not help wondering +what the bond might be between Diana and the major, +and how many weeks would elapse before the military +attaché would come into collision with the chief. +Nevertheless, the major's open-heartedness made a strong +appeal—a fact which the prince was careful to keep to himself. +</p> + +<p> +When Gregor had told Diana the name of Eckersberg's +successor, she had answered that she knew the major of +old. Yet she kept the major's second visit from her lover. +A first call could be looked upon as a mere courtesy visit, +but how might others be construed? The better she came +to know Gregor, the more ardent her love for him had +grown, the more she was at pains to spare him anything +that might shake his confidence in her, might make him +uneasy or agitated. She therefore begged the major not +to call again. Felix had looked mutely at her, the woman +who had taught him all that was worth knowing, even +how to take a rebuff; then he had left the villa like the +well-disciplined soldier he was, sad at heart, and yet hopeful that +some day he might be allowed to return. +</p> + +<p> +That same afternoon the prince came into the office +where the major and Kopp were deep in the study of a +document. As he entered, he said banteringly: +</p> + +<p> +"How incredibly industrious you two men of war are. +By half past four you'll have saved the Fatherland, I +shouldn't wonder! Decrees! Decrees! Decrees! What the +devil's it all about?" +</p> + +<p> +"About the amount of crape to be worn at funerals!" +</p> + +<p> +"Va bene!" Then he added with a sigh: "And you went +for a long ride this morning." +</p> + +<p> +"Yes, in a southerly direction," answered the major, to +whom this observation was addressed. +</p> + +<p> +"Nice place to stay in the summer, eh?" +</p> + +<p> +"A splendid place for a ride," put in Kopp. +</p> + +<p> +Both men wanted to bring the major to a mention of the +visits, but he exclaimed airily: +</p> + +<p> +"Yes, splendid." +</p> + +<p> +"The chief knows the road well," said the prince tentatively. +"Let's see, how long is it since he took to riding in +that direction? Six months?" +</p> + +<p> +The major, who knew when his chief's visits had begun +just as well as they, said calmly: +</p> + +<p> +"As long ago as that? Ever since May?" +</p> + +<p> +"No, it must have been July." +</p> + +<p> +"Ah, of course, July." +</p> + +<p> +All three looked relieved as this word was pronounced, +like people who had been given an explanation for which +they had long been waiting. Each stood pensive for a while, +wondering what the others were thinking of. Then Kopp, +drumming on the window pane, exclaimed: +</p> + +<p> +"Magnificent woman!" +</p> + +<p> +To which the prince responded: +</p> + +<p> +"Idem est natura et ars." +</p> + +<p> +The major said nothing, but looked inquiringly at the +prince. The latter slowly and deliberately put his question: +</p> + +<p> +"Major, have you met Fräulein de Wassilko before?" +</p> + +<p> +Felix pressed his lips together, and hesitated a moment +before answering. +</p> + +<p> +"Yes, I had the pleasure—some time ago—slightly..." +</p> + +<p> +His answer coming as it did after too long a pause, the +expression which had flitted across his face when the prince +had spoken the Latin tag, the agitation he had displayed +when adding the word "slightly" a second too late, and +leaving it hanging in the air, were enough to tell the prince +all he wanted to know. Kopp, on the other hand, was as +innocent as ever. The soldier could deceive his comrade, but +he could not deceive the diplomat. +</p> + +<p> +The prince had always been devoted to Gregor. What +he admired in him was the mixture of energy and sound +critical faculty—a rare conjuncture. He had a great respect +for Olivia, and yet the way in which Gregor snapped up +women and dropped them again with a kind of abrupt +geniality made him, the precociously wise young man, feel +that here was one who could dominate life as he himself +would have given much to be able to do. But it was not +until Diana's advent that the prince wholly surrendered +to the personality of his chief. Then the marvellous change +that had occurred in the count, his recaptured youth which +was reflected in all he did and said, confirmed the young +man in what had hitherto only been surmise as to the +elder's fine capabilities. Linnartz, on the other hand, +the prince had always found intolerable, and as soon as the +baron's intrigues at headquarters came to his ears he +determined more than ever to rally to the count's side. He +knew he could rely on Kopp's help. Eckersberg had been +an uncertain quantity. But his successor in office had, by +this secret visit to Diana, made himself one of their group. +He guessed by the major's manner the nature of the bond +between Diana and this old friend of hers. What now +remained to be discovered was whether the relationship +between the two had come to an end as had obviously the +one with Andreas, or whether the major had come here +in order to oust the new lover. +</p> + +<p> +In the past the prince had done much to shield his chief +from the consequences of his own folly, and this time, +likewise, he may have been instrumental in burking the +effects of Linnartz's denunciation. But a rival might prove +dangerous, a rival could do successfully what the baron +merely botched, a rival could unearth matters that would +bring disaster in their train, a rival alone could achieve +his chief's fall. The prince had given much thought to such +a possibility ere this. Now, however, he felt that events +might crowd upon him at any moment. He must act at once, +must infringe his own strict canons of behaviour to find out +how the land lay. Kopp's presence was a boon to him, for +the captain's earnestness seemed in some sort to excuse his +own unusual solemnity. Having thus made up his mind to +take the step, he rose from his chair and went over to where +the major stood. Kopp turned from the window through +which he had been gazing and followed the prince's +movement. He was surprised at the strange formality of the +prince's manner in addressing the military attaché: +</p> + +<p> +"Major, you have doubtless noticed that there are two +factions here which..." +</p> + +<p> +Felix looked at his interlocutor earnestly, drew himself +up as if on duty, and answered: +</p> + +<p> +"I belong to this one, Your Highness." +</p> + +<p> +For a moment the prince's right hand itched to go forward +and clasp the major's, but his whole nature was so averse +to anything that savoured of sentimentality that he +overcame the impulse. He therefore said nonchalantly: "Do +forgive me for this absurdly melodramatic intervention...." +</p> + +<p> +The door opened, and Linnartz came in. +</p> + +<p> +"The countess has sent me to invite you to take tea with +her and my wife. Will you come down, gentlemen?" +</p> + +<p> +As the four men entered Olivia's little boudoir, they saw +Andreas sitting on a low stool showing Olivia's son the +pictures in a big portfolio and telling the child stories +about them. The countess seemed more agitated than usual. +Her vexation at having missed an appointment with +Andreas, through the blunder of a servant, had brought +her inner unrest to the surface. Andreas, too, was in a +similar state of nervous irritability, and had sought refuge +in the boy's company. Now he wished to rejoin the others, +but Clemens pulled him by the sleeve, protesting: +</p> + +<p> +"Don't get up. They are only our own gentlemen." +</p> + +<p> +Every one laughed, and Andreas released himself from the +child's hold. The major was introduced to the young poet. +As soon as Felix heard Andreas's name, he remembered the +story of the dog, which had been told him, and he saw in +this new acquaintance yet another man that in some way +was connected with Diana. The men drew up in a +semi-circle round the countess while she poured out tea. +Meanwhile the prince had gone over to the lad who was sitting +rather disconsolate after Andreas's desertion. Though quite +unused to children, he tried to propitiate the little boy by +saying as he took a seat beside him: "Give me a trial, +Clemens. I can tell stories too. What have we here? Adam +and Eve being turned out of the Garden of Eden. Very +unpleasant scene, and all on account of an apple." +</p> + +<p> +"Tell me, what does 'and they knew that they were +naked' mean; I've never been able to understand," asked +Clemens. +</p> + +<p> +"You're right," answered the prince. "It's a queer story. +Baroness, can't you help me out? I'm being put through my +catechism!" +</p> + +<p> +He gave up his place to the baroness who had responded +to his appeal, and he now joined the circle round the +tea-table. +</p> + +<p> +"What has Clemens been up to? I hope he has not been +naughty." +</p> + +<p> +"Contrariwise, Countess, eager for knowledge; though +perhaps on rather perilous ground." +</p> + +<p> +"May we be told?" asked the countess, who had overheard +part of the child's question and wanted to bring the +conversation into the erotic sphere—a thing she was usually +careful to avoid in mixed society. +</p> + +<p> +"Well he has just been studying the Scriptures with Herr +Seeland, and is very keen on knowing about the Fall." +</p> + +<p> +"Come, come," protested Linnartz, while the others +laughed. Even Andreas joined in the merriment, lest his +uneasiness be observed. But he sought Olivia's eyes, hoping +to deter her. She, however, clutched hold of the subject +with a kind of irritable despair, saying: +</p> + +<p> +"Well, and how would you explain it, Prince Eduard?" +</p> + +<p> +"I'm the youngest, Countess. You should ask the men +of experience who surround you..." +</p> + +<p> +"I am younger still," put in Andreas, hoping even now +to turn the conversation away from the subject. +</p> + +<p> +"And what do you think, Youngster?" asked the countess, +looking at him, a challenge in her eye, as if no one else +was present. +</p> + +<p> +"I can no longer conceive of the idea of sin. I can only +feel." +</p> + +<p> +"Well spoken, Doctor," cried the major. "I can only +feel!" +</p> + +<p> +Kopp nodded his head in approval. +</p> + +<p> +The prince smiled, and ventured to throw the ball back +to the countess, saying: +</p> + +<p> +"After the elucidation we have just had, an elucidation +which for brevity matches the Spartan, and for licentiousness +is worthy of Sardanapalus, we have a right to ask that +you too..." +</p> + +<p> +"Yes, yes, please," chimed in the officers. +</p> + +<p> +All were silent. The countess, who today resembled a +cat that has been offended, stared gloomily in front of her, +muttering: +</p> + +<p> +"The Fall! As if every pleasure did not contain the germs +of bitterness—and yet one wants it all the same!" +</p> + +<p> +The baroness had forgotten the child for a moment, +absorbed in what was being said round the tea-table. Now +she turned to Clemens again, once more willing to look at +the pictures. But the boy, who had followed the baroness's +eyes, had likewise heard what was said, and now, puzzled +by all these incomprehensible things, he sat mumchance +and rigid, taking no further interest in what the baroness +was showing him. At last she asked: +</p> + +<p> +"Clemens, what is the matter?" +</p> + +<p> +Then he bent towards her and, as children do when they +are telling secrets to one another, said in an exaggerated +whisper: +</p> + +<p> +"Bitterness. What is bitterness? Mama used that word +twice just the other day when she was upstairs with Herr +Seeland." +</p> + +<p> +"Where upstairs?" whispered the baroness in her turn. +</p> + +<p> +"Upstairs in the guest's room, near the balcony." +</p> + +<p> +"When was it?" +</p> + +<p> +"In the afternoon when Papa had gone for his ride. +Mama said they were going on to the balcony to see the +view, but they were in the guest's room, and I heard them, +twice." +</p> + +<p> +"To work," broke in the baron from the other end of +the room. +</p> + +<p> +With the countess's strange speech ringing in their ears, +the four men made their way back to the office. Linnartz +uttered one word: +</p> + +<p> +"Unprecedented!" +</p> + +<p> +Kopp said softly: +</p> + +<p> +"That's what I call nature." +</p> + +<p> +The major said nothing but, without being fully +conscious of his own mental process, compared Olivia's +outburst with Diana's freedom of speech. +</p> + +<p> +The prince thought: +</p> + +<p> +"Olivia has quarrelled with her only friend, while Diana +has attracted three more friends to her side." +</p> + +<p> +When, downstairs in the boudoir, Andreas once more +sought the boy's company, Clemens clung to his arm as if +to make amends for the betrayal, pulled the young man +on to the bench beside him, and glared at the baroness, so +recently the recipient of his childish confidence. +</p> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<p><a id="chap0304"></a></p> + +<h3> +CHAPTER FOUR +</h3> + +<p> +"Are you taking the sea +road?" cried Andreas, as the major suddenly turned his +horse's head to the right. "Do you want to ride that way, +Major?" +</p> + +<p> +It was a bright, sunny winter's morning, and Andreas had +asked Felix to join him. In the early hours, the wind blew +chill from the west, but later it dropped, and the days +were as mild as in September. The major and the young +poet had made better acquaintance after meeting at the +club, and the elder man was attracted to the younger on +account of the intellectual interests they shared, rather than +by Andreas's peculiar character and fantastical way of +talking. Above all, however, what effectively bound the major +to Andreas was the fact that Diana had known and had +loved the youth. +</p> + +<p> +"Yes, let's take the sea road," cried back the major, who +was already some distance along it. "I hardly trust my +mount's off hind shoe to keep on if we ride over cobbles +much longer. What sort of a beast is yours?" +</p> + +<p> +"This is not my own horse," answered Andreas, overhauling +him, and endeavouring to push his way to the +major's left. But the latter would give no room for such +a manœuvre, saying pleasantly: +</p> + +<p> +"Please, no formalities! Anyway it is only seemly that a +simple soldier like myself should give the place of honour +to the poet. Nay more, have I not heard that you are soon +to become consul general?" +</p> + +<p> +The last words brought home to Andreas the fundamental +cleavage between his thoughts and that reality which he +had made the goal of his life. What would he not give to +be consul general here and now! He said resignedly: +</p> + +<p> +"I'll be grey before that day arrives." +</p> + +<p> +"And prospects?" +</p> + +<p> +"They keep putting me off. All I've learned about +nations and customs during these many months I could have +learned equally well as a mere traveller in no way concerned +with seeking an official post." +</p> + +<p> +"Quite possibly," agreed Felix absent-mindedly, for his +thoughts had suddenly switched off to other matters. He +was thinking: "It is ten o'clock, we are riding along the +sea road. Why the devil should I not call on her, seeing that +I am not alone..." He calculated the risks, and held +his peace. +</p> + +<p> +Andreas was grateful to his companion for not talking. +He loved to walk or to ride long stretches at a time, without +exchanging a word. Then it was that he felt the thoughts +of the two silent friends to be like huntsmen each going +his separate way in search of game, getting widely separated. +When, at last, one or the other raised his voice, it sounded +like a distant horn calling to him in the valley from afar. +To the right of him was the water reflecting the sun's rays +in quivering columns of light. Ships sailed by, cutting the +sparkling pillars in two, and followed by comet-like tails +of dancing waters; the paddles of the little steamboats +tossed sprays which glinted like a shower of stars; strife +and sportiveness rose from the heart of the shining expanse, +bringing to the poet's vision an allegory of love. He saw +Olivia, majestically proportioned as some being of a primal +age, resting on the bosom of the waters, smiling sensuously +as the wavelets played on her white body. Like a sea-god he +arose, and was about to seize her in his arms, when he heard +a voice saying: +</p> + +<p> +"Shall we put our horses to a canter?" +</p> + +<p> +The major's thoughts had been with Diana, recalling +the days long past. He felt agitated and disturbed by his +reminiscences, and had recourse to the means which he +knew from old experience would restore him to calm—a +good gallop. But Andreas was vexed at being thus ruthlessly +disturbed in his dream which weighed heavy upon him +as Olivia's hair. Still, his ambition to make good in the real +world, and not to be conquered by it, stimulated him to +pull himself together and to put spurs to his horse. +</p> + +<p> +On arriving at the villa quarter they reined in their +mounts to a walking pace. Both men looked over to the +white house which had so often been in their thoughts. The +poet, who did not know the time of the count's visits, +having never studied the man's habits, asked himself whether +Gregor might not be with Diana at this very moment. +The major, for his part, had reckoned up the reasons why +the count could not possibly be there at this hour, and had +by now determined to venture on the call. "I wonder if +she'll be very angry," he asked himself. "Is this a harem, +and she an eastern monarch's favourite? Two acquaintances, +on a morning ride, stop in front of her villa. Perhaps +we do no more than send her a hello as she looks out +of the window...." +</p> + +<p> +"You—know Fräulein de Wassilko, don't you?" +</p> + +<p> +"Of course." +</p> + +<p> +"Shall we—we're just passing by—just give her a wave +of the hand?..." +</p> + +<p> +"I'd rather not stop." +</p> + +<p> +"Just as you like." +</p> + +<p> +The major was furious. In a trice, he felt antipathy for +this young man who was hindering rather than helping. +He'd probably suffered at her hands and was afraid of +seeing her again. Andreas meanwhile was thinking that the +major would very likely deem him a bit of a coward. He +had his suspicions as to the "slight" acquaintance the major +had professed to have with Diana, remembering that she +had once confided to him her weakness for handsome +cavalrymen. Might not Felix be the man she had alluded +to, and, therefore, a rival claimant to her affections? A few +minutes elapsed before he could trust himself to speak. +</p> + +<p> +"It's only that—perhaps..." +</p> + +<p> +"I bet we'll not be coming at an inopportune moment," +put in Felix quickly. "Is that all you are afraid of?" +</p> + +<p> +"Yes; what else to be sure?" +</p> + +<p> +"Then I'll take French leave!" +</p> + +<p> +Felix, for whom to wish was to do, rode on, and in a +few minutes they drew up by Diana's garden gate. Mary, +thinking it was the count, poked her head out of the +window, while the manservant was making his way down: +</p> + +<p> +"Can we see Fräulein de Wassilko," Felix called up to +Mary. +</p> + +<p> +"I'll go and ask." +</p> + +<p> +A moment later, Diana herself appeared at the window, +crying down to them gaily: +</p> + +<p> +"Good morning. Glad to see you. Ali, let the gentlemen +in.—I hope neither of your horses is inclined to kick," she +resumed when her visitors entered the hall and were shaking +hands. "Poor Ali is so afraid of horses that at any sign +of restlessness he lets go the bridle, and we have all the +trouble of catching the beasts again." +</p> + +<p> +"What a jolly old hunt that would be," laughed the major. +</p> + +<p> +"What'll you take? Whisky, sherry, cognac? These +changing temperatures make choice a difficult matter." +</p> + +<p> +She was delightfully self-possessed as she entertained her +two old friends. They thought her more charming than ever +while she played the hostess, making them at home, +ministering to their wants. She was wearing a short, +sandy-coloured skirt of a warm material, and over her blouse she +had slipped on a jacket of pale lilac silk. Motioning her +visitors into arm-chairs, she pulled up a dumpty for her own +use. Andreas saw her profile, clear-cut against the blue +waters; Felix faced her; neither could catch the expression +of her eyes as she glanced now at one and now at the other. +She sat there aloof and free as a statue, instinctively +yielding to the spirit of independence within her. +</p> + +<p> +"Not to be taken unawares," thought the officer. "Already +secure in the rôle she means to play." +</p> + +<p> +"Aloof," thought the poet. +</p> + +<p> +"Queer notion," thought Diana. "I wonder if they came +hoping to surprise Gregor. He's not likely to turn up this +morning. And if he did?" +</p> + +<p> +Aloud she said placidly: +</p> + +<p> +"How is Countess Münsterberg?" +</p> + +<p> +Her eyes travelled over the water as she spoke, for she +did not wish either to look at Andreas or to look through +him. +</p> + +<p> +"I have not had the pleasure of seeing her this week. +Perhaps Herr Seeland..." +</p> + +<p> +Andreas felt that he was taking part, not so much in a +dream, as in some intangible scene conjured up from the +world of unreality. An unknown voice seemed to be asking +him a question, to which he answered very slowly: +</p> + +<p> +"I believe she is very well." +</p> + +<p> +Diana murmured softly: +</p> + +<p> +"I should very much like to see her again." +</p> + +<p> +Andreas, whose nature responded more readily to plastic +transformations than to cold facts of reality, and who was +ever prone to merge contrasts into a poetical whole, +suddenly threw off his reserve at this sign of Diana's sympathy, +and said warmly: +</p> + +<p> +"The countess, I fancy, has taken a great liking to you." +</p> + +<p> +"I should, indeed, be happy if that were so, but can +hardly hope that it is. It seems to me that the countess is +deceived in herself." +</p> + +<p> +They were interrupted by the entrance of the servant +bearing a tray with glasses. +</p> + +<p> +"Now, Major, you'll take whisky, I know," she cried +teasingly, for the major had always and emphatically +expressed his dislike for the beverage. "Real Old Scotch +Whisky, your favourite poison!" +</p> + +<p> +"No thanks! I'll have some of this deliciously fragrant +Arab coffee." +</p> + +<p> +"Are you, too, succumbing to the spell of the East? How +are negotiations getting on?" +</p> + +<p> +She went over to where Andreas was sitting, and, while +the major held forth about Serbia, she placed the tray at +Andreas's elbow. Then, taking two bottles of liqueur, she +mixed a glass of cognac and Chartreuse and handed it to the +young man as if he were a friend of the family whose +tastes were well known and whom one was accustomed to +serve. Diana had forgotten herself for a moment because +she was really interested in what the major was saying, and +liked him immensely for the line he was taking in respect +of the count. But her spontaneous action had not escaped +Felix, who drew his own conclusions, and was even more +delighted at having caught Diana out, than at having +solved the riddle of her earlier relationship with the +poet. +</p> + +<p> +Andreas took no part in the political discussion that +ensued. His mind was occupied with Diana's words, so +inopportunely cut short, and he spun fanciful tissues with the +antitheses which these two women presented. Suddenly he +was torn from his dream by a gesture he particularly loved +in Diana; she was tossing her head in that audacious way +which had always captivated him, and he saw her before +him as she really was. Short-kirtled, she stood free and +debonair in the centre of the hall, her chin tilted in the air, +her curls tossed back, reminding him of the youth +portrayed by Antonello da Messina. Again he was aware of her +mastery of life, a mastery he admired so intensely as +expressed in the statues and pictures, the romances and +histories, of the Renaissance. And he said to himself: +</p> + +<p> +"Does she not stand there discoursing about the Serbs +as if she were a member of parliament who had been making +the same demand for decades? Who could believe that +those lips had recited the tenderest verses of Petrarch, and +said my own poems, yes, my own poems..." He lost +himself in recollections of how those lines of his had been +written, the circumstances that had inspired them; and +incontinently his thoughts flew back to the enchanted isle. +</p> + +<p> +The sound of horses' hoofs hammered upon his ears, +breaking the current of his fantasy. Bustle without, and the +noise of neighing as when horses that know one another +meet. Then Gregor stood on the threshold. +</p> + +<p> +"May I come in? Am I disturbing you? I was just +passing. Came to ask how you were—Good-morning, Major. +Ah, Herr Seeland?—Glorious riding weather. How would +it be if we all went on a little expedition round +to—— Perhaps rather too late—and business..." +</p> + +<p> +"I'm all confusion, Sir," said Felix, "to be caught away +from work at so late an hour." +</p> + +<p> +"Pray don't mention it. I'm caught playing truant too. +I ought to have been consulting the oracle long ere this for +an answer to this morning's dispatches. An almost insoluble +riddle, I must confess. What has the sphinx to say about +it? And what the poet?" +</p> + +<p> +He was the "mad" Gregor of his youth, tossing his +ambiguous words in the air, including all three in his talk, +making light of an embarrassing situation with quips and +sallies, anecdotes and laughter, putting them at their ease. +But he simultaneously scrutinized their faces, took in every +detail of table, chair, and stool, to see if anything suspicious +lay hidden. Then he looked again at Diana, who had not +shown the slightest uneasiness, but had remained her own +natural self in spite of the surprise of his sudden appearance. +When his first rush of words was exhausted, she fell in +with his mood, teased him, retaliated, egged him on with +smart repartee, until the major and the poet were bewildered +by the concentrated medley of gallantry and mockery, of +gaiety and mischievousness, and retired from the scene, +leaving the field to a man who was victor even before he +entered the arena. +</p> + +<p> +At last the two young men rose to go, and Gregor said, +with an abrupt change of manner: +</p> + +<p> +"How are your plans shaping themselves, Herr Seeland? +Are you going to be sent travelling? Or are we to have the +pleasure of your company among us for some time to +come?" +</p> + +<p> +Andreas's reserve once more broke down as he answered: +</p> + +<p> +"If Your Excellency will not consider me a nuisance..." +</p> + +<p> +"Certainly not, my dear Doctor. Anyway you seem to +have returned to the country of the muses rather than gone +forward into the realm of politics, eh?" +</p> + +<p> +"May I ask why...?" +</p> + +<p> +"The countess has told me you are reading Dante together. +I'm fond of the poet myself, at least the first part. +Paradise is for me too—what shall I say—too..." +</p> + +<p> +"Innocent, perhaps," put in Andreas, trying in vain to +mitigate the sharpness of the words by speaking gently. +</p> + +<p> +"Say, rather, too clear," interposed Diana, who scented +danger in the air. +</p> + +<p> +"I—love the rose of heaven," added Andreas defiantly. +</p> + +<p> +"For my part," said Gregor, avoiding Diana's eye, "I'd like +to be like Paolo in the region of winds, always flying, flying +eternally, with Francesca." +</p> + +<p> +Diana laughed. +</p> + +<p> +"Yes, but then both you and Francesca would to all +eternity have your old cavalry sabre stuck into their hearts!" +</p> + +<p> +"Is that so? Was that so? I had quite forgotten about +the sword. I've always had the picture of them in my mind +as eternally flying. To be flying with Francesca!" +</p> + +<p> +When they were alone again, Gregor looked searchingly +at Diana as if awaiting an explanation, as was the custom +of this man in his dealings with women. But Diana merely +laughed up at him so sweetly that his one desire was to +catch her and hug her to him. She, however, kept the table +between them, dodging his every approach. At last she took +refuge behind the piano whose long tail cut off one of the +corners of the room. Before he could catch hold of her she +drummed delicately on the case to remind him of the lesson +the fair Helen had taught her husband—that he should have +knocked before entering, since his coming was unexpected. +</p> + +<p> +Gregor, whose mind had been completely tranquillized +by the behaviour of the two men, was in a gay mood. He +took his place at the keyboard, struck a few chords, and +after a while began playing Chopin's <i>Fantasia-Impromptu</i>. +As he played, he kept Diana close to him, his right arm +encircling her hips so that he had some difficulty in reaching +the keys. Her left arm had slipped round his neck. +</p> + +<p> +As the music echoed through the room, she stood motionless; +even her hand had ceased to caress his hair, and lay +at rest. The extraordinary rigidity of her body thus pressed +so close against him filled him with a vague apprehension +as he played, and he looked up at her in alarm. Her head +rose above him, the eyes were closed, but around the +slightly open mouth was a smile of perfect self-surrender +such as he had seen only once before—the morning they +had reached the temple. Very cautiously, so as not to rouse +her from her trance, only desirous of giving a lead to her +thoughts, he quickly let the fantasia peter out into a few +chords and cadences which brought him to the Nocturne in +F-sharp major. +</p> + +<p> +A new light of interpretation flashed upon him as he +played. In the charmed circle of love, he once again heard +this melody which had sprung intact from Eros's realm. He +pressed his beloved yet closer to his side, laid his grey head +against her breast, and he, too, closed his eyes, while his +hands continued to play and he forgot that it was he +himself that drew the music from the keys. It seemed to him +that he was cradled with her upon these swaying passages +of sound; as if they lay together dreaming on a cloud while +the wind blew around them; as if they were almost sexless +beings, united by an intangible tenderness, without ecstasy, +without awaking, without strife, without goal.... +</p> + +<p> +Voices from outside came to disturb them. Diana sprang +away, and Gregor broke off suddenly as Mary came in to +say deferentially that her mistress's secretary had arrived. +Gregor burst into jovial laughter, exclaiming: +</p> + +<p> +"The fair Helen was right, one should never come +unannounced, especially when one is a man of Menelaus's +age!" +</p> + +<p> +"Send him to the devil, Mary," said Diana in a rage. +</p> + +<p> +"No, no! Let him be. Show him into the other room," +said Gregor. "He need not exactly find me here, you know. +Duty calls, as Linnartz would say. I'll leave the field to your +secretary, since work claims you. Let's hope you will have +some famous revelations from him. I'm off. And may +I—tomorrow...?" +</p> + +<p> +"Tonight, come, come back this evening," she cried, still +carried beyond herself by those moments of rapturous +communion. +</p> + +<p> +Never before had she pleaded for his company, it had +always been he who urged. He was taken aback, and stood +for a while asking himself whether it were possible that at +last her love was unfolding itself like a flower.... He +drew her to him.... Did her words imply a surrender +she had never yet granted him? ... And he smiled down +into her eyes, saying: +</p> + +<p> +"This evening, if you like. Nocturnes in the morning are +in any case not quite fair! I'm invited to the Spanish +embassy tonight. Never mind, I'll plead a headache, and he +can say what he likes in Madrid!" +</p> + +<p> +Diana gazed after him as he rode away. +</p> + +<p> +"I breathed in time to that night-song, and as my bosom +rose and fell with the music, his head rose and fell too.... +Is his hair grey? ... I did not see any... His kiss and +his hand are gentler than the fierce touch of youth.... We +hover beyond the starry heights and the depths...." +</p> + +<p> +She wrenched herself away from such musings, and went +resolutely through the hall to the room where her +secretary awaited her. +</p> + +<p> +"Good-morning! What is the news today?" +</p> + +<p> +Her tone was friendly, and yet distant, as though she +were the wife of a minister of State. She dealt with +correspondence, with dispatches, questioned the man, discussed +affairs with him, then she was silent. Finally she got up, +and started dictating: +</p> + +<p> +"Postscript to the dispatch of the 26th. (You can type +this afterwards.) I did not receive the report from T. until +this morning. As far as my trustworthy sources of information +go, we may reckon that the influence of the very able +French consul in this province will continue to grow. He +is actually responsible for having brought the construction +of the railway to a standstill in that locality under pretext +of Mohammedan feast-days. We must try and win over his +lady, an Armenian, who was once the Wali's...." +</p> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<p><a id="chap0305"></a></p> + +<h3> +CHAPTER FIVE +</h3> + +<p> +Since the failure of +Linnartz's intrigue, the ambassador's prestige had grown +and his position had strengthened. At the same time, while +his political opponents were committing one mistake after +another, his own plans were maturing and the possibility +of a military alliance was in prospect. Events pointed to a +fresh crisis, and the grouping of parties around the +competing great powers was becoming plainer day by day. +</p> + +<p> +The baroness had long been of opinion that the only way +to shake Gregor's position was through the publication of +some scandal connected with his private life, some scandal +having no political significance, and yet one that could +not be ignored. Diana was of no use to her in this field, for +Diana was not received in society circles, and could do and +say what she liked without compromising any one but herself. +At first the Linnartzes had come forward as champions +of Olivia's honour, as defenders of the unhappy wife who +was being so basely betrayed. But the baroness soon changed +her tactics, when she had learned from little Clemens the +secret of the countess's relations to Andreas. She was now +engaged in thinking out a means whereby the count might +become aware of his wife's unfaithfulness, and she calculated +that such a revelation would compel the ambassador to +resign his post. +</p> + +<p> +Her plans were considerably delayed because just about +that time the countess and Andreas were very seldom able to +meet. December had come again with its seasonal demands +on Olivia; she had purchases to make, and other preparations. +Andreas, too, was giving more time to political affairs, +for a new attaché had just been appointed who was interested +in the young man and took a pleasure in initiating him +into his work. He had been sorely troubled that morning at +Diana's house: her gentleness, the friendliness with which, +all unconsciously, she had served him as of old, the frank +comradeliness of her gesture as she shook hands with him; +then Gregor's sudden apparition in the hall, the way he +stood beside the woman who seemed so obviously to belong +to him, the hint he had given that he would like Andreas +to clear out; and, finally, the acerbity of his own reply to +this twofold rival of his—all these things reacted upon his +irritated nerves and filled him with perplexity. To add to +his troubles he was now more or less cut off from Olivia, +and no longer able to find solace as often as he wished in +his beloved's arms. +</p> + +<p> +Gregor, on the other hand, was flourishing in every way. +He had succeeded in giving a good turn to affairs in the +Balkans, and this success was a fertile ground for the +planning of fresh political victories. The growing +consciousness of his own power fired his creative energies to put +forth of their best. When Diana had told him of the plot +against him, and of Scherer's refusal to do the foreign +secretary's bidding, he had sprung to his feet, had wanted +an inquiry to be made as to his own actions. Thus far his +superiors' prognosis had been fulfilled. But what the +foreign secretary could not foresee, and what even Scherer +had failed to estimate correctly, was the mutual confidence +that existed between Diana and Gregor, and the influence +Diana wielded in consequence of Gregor's trust. She had +never to keep anything from him, had fearlessly told him +all that troubled her; and she could show him how good +had been Scherer's advice that he should keep silent, seeing +that after all he was the stronger. +</p> + +<p> +The evening after this talk, in which the courses of their +destinies seemed to draw very near, both sharing in a +common gloom and a common splendour, Gregor's passion for +this strange and wonderful woman deepened and broadened. +While they discussed the details of the intrigue directed +against them both, and realized the extent of the +danger they had been exposed to, their will to go on living +and to conquer life became firmer and had mutual reactions +and interactions upon the reserves of energy with which to +face the world. +</p> + +<p> +Although Diana had, in the early days of their love, +yielded to Gregor rather than given herself spontaneously, +in the course of many starry nights shared together she +had come to depend on him as a young sapling depends +on its post for support. He, the artist in love, had extended +the spiritual scope of the adventure into wider and ever +widening circles. In the nights that followed that night in +the tent at the foot of the mountain, he had guided her with +the sure strokes of an accomplished oarsman in the stream +of undreamed delights. Vaguely and as from afar, she +felt that this love was driving her towards a high-water +mark in her life. +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p> +Diana stood before her tall mirror smartening herself +up, and smiling as she did so at the thought: "It is not for +him!" It was New Year's Eve, and the prince had invited +her to a little supper party. His letter, at once reserved and +gallant, the way in which he commented upon this same +letter when he called at her house next day, his manner +when asking whom else he might invite—all this had been +done in so friendly a spirit that she felt she could not +refuse. Now she stood in an old-gold evening gown before +her glass, trying the effect of a golden ribbon in her hair. +In days gone by she had been fond of such an ornament, +but tonight she pulled the snood this way and that, unable +to get the effect she wanted. At last she threw the thing +away from her, took a few steps backward, looked at herself +from this new vantage point, and, finally, decided to +wear the ribbon. She was always chary of adornment, so +contented herself this evening with a gold brooch set with +three large topazes, living stones, two as it were awake +while the third slumbered. +</p> + +<p> +Coming into the prince's little drawing-room, her golden +fillet created quite a sensation among the three men, +although the major had known her to wear such an ornament +in days gone by. He could not resist reminding her of +those times by a gentle hint: +</p> + +<p> +"I have not had the pleasure of seeing Mademoiselle +wear a hair-band before!" +</p> + +<p> +"Nor have we," said Kopp. +</p> + +<p> +"A golden coronal as for the wedding of a god," +exclaimed the prince as he led her into dinner. +</p> + +<p> +"I don't care for weddings. Dreadful affairs. Even the +banquets of the gods in Homer seem to me grotesque," +protested Diana. +</p> + +<p> +"And yet such things may sometimes be very pleasant," +said Kopp, thereby earning a friendly glance from Diana, +who loved the man for his solemn way of dealing with the +merest trifle. +</p> + +<p> +"As a matter of fact," argued Felix, "we none of us are +in a position to judge, seeing that marriage still lies in the +unknown future so far as we are concerned." +</p> + +<p> +"Unquestionably," put in the captain, while simultaneously +a deprecating "Oh" came from Diana and the prince. +</p> + +<p> +"In that case we'd never be allowed to pass judgment.—The +law should be: Never marry—even when your grand-daughter +clings beseeching to your knee!" +</p> + +<p> +They all laughed at the prince's sally. Diana felt very +genially disposed towards her host, each flower got a word +of praise, each dish a laudatory comment. Indeed the whole +place was charming in its miniature way. +</p> + +<p> +"Since we have now both sung the praises of bachelorhood, +it is meet that, as a woman, I add my regret at your +resolve. A woman could be very happy in this house, which +your yourself manage so admirably." +</p> + +<p> +The two other guests applauded Diana's words, but the +prince was determined to give a whimsical turn to the +conversation, so he said: +</p> + +<p> +"I attributed to you, Mademoiselle, a taste for light foods, +ragouts, fancy bread, pasties, and souffles. And I hope your +sons, gentlemen, will be exclusively fed by injections!" +</p> + +<p> +"What do you use those exquisite Viennese bowls for? +Or it is Schumann ware?" Diana turned the little plate over +as she spoke. +</p> + +<p> +"The backside gives us a foretaste of beauty to come," +said the major thoughtlessly, and he hastened to remedy the +false step by adding: "A connoisseur need only see a graceful +figure from behind, he knows then what to expect." +</p> + +<p> +Diana and the prince had been studying the mark on the +china while the major blundered. Now the prince took +up the point: +</p> + +<p> +"Just as among the aristocracy, my dear Major. The +coat-of-arms must first tell us of a nobleman's worth!" +</p> + +<p> +Felix laughed somewhat wryly. His pride of birth made +such an aspersion unsavoury. Yet he did not venture to +protest, seeing that the prince's family was far older and far +higher in the social scale than his own. Kopp, too, as a +man of plebeian origin, held his peace, for he was well +aware how touchy these aristocrats were when their +democratic principles were openly approved of by a commoner. +</p> + +<p> +Diana alone took the prince boldly to task: +</p> + +<p> +"And yet Your Highness knows very well that armorial +bearings do not make the man." +</p> + +<p> +The prince looked at her delightedly, for any contradiction +that helped the flow of conversation was welcome to +him. +</p> + +<p> +"You are right, Mademoiselle. But you speak positively +and enigmatically, just as if you were drawing up a list of +birthday honours in that brain of yours beneath its golden +fillet—and certainly no princely diadem would hold its +own beside your simple band." +</p> + +<p> +With an unexpected gesture Diana tore off the ribbon, and +declared hotly: +</p> + +<p> +"I do not want a diadem! I am free!" +</p> + +<p> +The three men looked at one another, and then at her as +she lifted her chin in the air and shook out her locks. +</p> + +<p> +Kopp once more was overcome with amazement as he +contemplated this free-born nature, which made a strong +appeal to his seafarer's heart. The major recognized the +Diana he had known of old, the woman who had, by one +look, filled his heart with courage and sent him along the +highroad to fine achievement. The prince saw his first +impression confirmed; he felt that he had before him an +exemplar of his contention that, in some inexplicable way, +certain natures, though they possess no genealogical tree, +contain within themselves the germs of power, are, in fact, +born rulers. +</p> + +<p> +Diana who, after an outburst of this kind, was ever +anxious to dissimulate its full meaning, beamed upon her +companions, her smile effectually melting the haughty and +wrathful expression her words had conjured up. Indeed, +she was a little astonished at the effect she had created, and +hastened to break the spell of silence which had fallen upon +the company. +</p> + +<p> +"All clear now?" she asked merrily. +</p> + +<p> +The prince raised his glass and, though not, as a rule, +fond of formalities, looked upon the occasion as a +propitious one for a little friendly ceremony. +</p> + +<p> +"Pereat vitta! Vivat vita!" he exclaimed clinking glasses +with Diana. +</p> + +<p> +All the guests followed suit. Then came a silence, during +which each of the three was meditating the significance of +the words. At length the prince said: +</p> + +<p> +"Vitta, vittae, second declension, the sacerdotal fillet, +which I may be allowed to recall to your memory, Gentlemen. +Undeserved gift of the gods that this band should have +come to my mind at a decisive moment." +</p> + +<p> +"For my part," said Kopp, ruefully passing his hand over +his bald head, "I am excluded from wearing my hair in +the classical fashion usque ad finem I fear!" +</p> + +<p> +"I, too, am being deforested," laughed the major. "We're +all beaten in that respect by the chief." +</p> + +<p> +As he uttered the last word, the three men simultaneously +raised their eyes from their plates and looked at one +another. The mention of Gregor's name acted like a signal +they were all awaiting. But the prince, uncertain as to how +Diana might be feeling about it, hurriedly changed the +subject. +</p> + +<p> +"I beseech you, Mademoiselle, another mouthful of my +vol au vent! It is stuffed with pure south-east! I had the +recipe from my great-grandmother, who had saved a few +from the Confederation of the Rhine. This? A light +Assmannshauser, not, unfortunately, a '93, but an '87—a +year when mother sun fulfilled her maternal duties to +perfection." +</p> + +<p> +The talk ran upon old Rhenish. The captain had once +found on board a sailing vessel the oldest wine of the +century; it was so bitter that in the end all those who had +partaken of it challenged one another to a fight. The major +had a tale to tell of the three last bottles that remained of +a present Old Fritz had made to his regiment. Diana, too, +had her contribution to make. +</p> + +<p> +"Do you know Etna? All wines grown on volcanic soil +have fire within them. Lacrimæ Christi is one of the tamest. +From Etna by way of Falernian to Stromboli, we get +a rising scale of interest. The climax is Stromboli, but that +wine is to be shunned." +</p> + +<p> +"Why?" +</p> + +<p> +"Because it makes the drinker mad." +</p> + +<p> +"And—is that a thing to be shunned?" The major was +still hoping to draw her out. "Could we not imagine that +certain wines, let us say, old, but not too old, medium-dry +Palugyai, would confer a boon if they sent us crazy?" +</p> + +<p> +He did not venture to look at Diana as he spoke, hoping +to remind her of an evening they had spent together in the +former days. She took her revenge adroitly: +</p> + +<p> +"Forbidden fantasies, Major. You must take precautions +against any further deforestation!" +</p> + +<p> +"How's that, is alcohol supposed to make the hair fall +out?" and the prince ran his fingers over his fair head. +</p> + +<p> +"In that case the chief must be a total abstainer," cried +the major, trying to get a rise out of Diana. +</p> + +<p> +This second reference to Gregor made it extremely difficult +to turn the conversation once more on to dishes and +wines. The men were nonplussed, but Diana said quite +simply: +</p> + +<p> +"Yes, he has a very nice head of hair." +</p> + +<p> +"Twenty years ago he is said to have wrought havoc +with fair ladies' hearts when he sat playing the piano and +tossing his locks. My father used to tell me about him," +said the prince. +</p> + +<p> +Diana, who was determined not to lose her presence of +mind among these men whom she knew to be her friends, +took the prince up readily. +</p> + +<p> +"Yes, he must have been a very different man in the +days when he earned his name of 'mad Gregor.'" +</p> + +<p> +"He must have been irresistible when he was young," +rejoined the major. +</p> + +<p> +"Even today, he scuds under full sail," said the captain. +</p> + +<p> +"Perhaps it was not until he grew older that he became +really interesting," added Diana calmly. +</p> + +<p> +The men were attentive. They went forward cautiously, +as if they were conspiring together. +</p> + +<p> +"Interesting? Many people are that," hazarded the prince. +"But Münsterberg—he seems to have some traits of Prince +Louis Ferdinand rather than..." +</p> + +<p> +"I venture to disagree," interrupted Diana. +</p> + +<p> +"Why?" asked the three men simultaneously. +</p> + +<p> +The prince laid his fruit-knife gently on his plate, the +major leaned forward, the captain pushed his chair back +a little way. Diana held a review of the six eyes that were +fixed upon her. Then, speaking earnestly, she said: +</p> + +<p> +"Youth seems to me to be the most rapturous time in a +man's life, but only when he is sure of dying young, like +our charming prince, or living to fade away as so many. The +count, however, has grown so greatly in importance with +the passage of the years, that I am inclined to believe a +brilliant and superficial youth may..." +</p> + +<p> +The men made no reply, so that her last words were +left floating in the air until the prince made up his mind +to blow them away. +</p> + +<p> +"Does Mademoiselle fancy the count may enjoy a long +life?" +</p> + +<p> +"I did not say so." +</p> + +<p> +"Since he has only now arrived at the point where his +life's work and fundamental ideas have a chance of bearing +fruit, may we not conclude that you had that in +mind?" +</p> + +<p> +"I make no prognosis, Your Highness, I am merely taking +a backward glance." +</p> + +<p> +"True. I hope you'll forgive me! But all the same, +prognosis is extraordinarily interesting...." +</p> + +<p> +"Yes, let's have your prognosis," cried the officers who +had listened with keen attention. It was as if all three +attributed the power of second sight to this strange woman +opposite them. Again they urged: +</p> + +<p> +"Your prognosis, please!" +</p> + +<p> +Diana did not laugh, although the droll effect of this +trio of voices tickled her sense of humour. She gazed in +front of her, peeled off a long tongue of skin from her +Jaffa orange, and said in a low voice, her eyes now fixed +upon the fruit in her hand: +</p> + +<p> +"I hardly know if it is fair to wish that a man who has +remained so young should live to be old." +</p> + +<p> +She sat silent now, not letting them into the secret of what +had moved her. Her tone was strangely sad, and she had +seemed, rather, to be speaking to herself than to her friends. +A veil of melancholy fell upon the little company. The +prince, remembering his duties as host, sprang up to dispel +it. The others followed his example. All stood, their raised +glasses in their hands, while he proposed a toast. +</p> + +<p> +"It is New Year's Day! We will drink to the health of +our honoured chief, Gregor Count of Münsterberg!" +</p> + +<p> +The three men leaned over the table to clink glasses with +Diana. +</p> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<p><a id="chap0306"></a></p> + +<h3> +CHAPTER SIX +</h3> + +<p> +"Fancy a child of eleven +reading such learned books!" +</p> + +<p> +"I'm twelve," corrected Clemens, swinging his legs. "Don't +you know that even now?" +</p> + +<p> +"A thousand pardons," said Linnartz, bowing in mock +reverence. +</p> + +<p> +"And you? You must be at least a thousand," teased the +child. +</p> + +<p> +Gregor, who as usual after lunch had taken up the day's +paper, drew the lad towards him. +</p> + +<p> +"What makes you think the baron is a thousand years old?" +</p> + +<p> +"Because he always treats me as if I were a kid. He's older +than you, isn't he?" +</p> + +<p> +"The other way about." +</p> + +<p> +"How old are you, Papa?" +</p> + +<p> +"Very old," answered Gregor evasively. +</p> + +<p> +The boy continued to lean against his father's knee for +a while, pensive and silent. Then, turning to Andreas, +he asked: +</p> + +<p> +"And you, Herr Seeland, how old are you?" +</p> + +<p> +"Clemens, be quiet," said Olivia who had taken a seat in +the background. "I told you only the other day that Herr +Seeland is twenty-six years old." +</p> + +<p> +Gregor, who had fallen into a brown study, roused +himself at these words. +</p> + +<p> +"Twenty-six," he repeated, and covered Andreas with +his eyes. +</p> + +<p> +"Yes, already, Excellency." +</p> + +<p> +"Already? Then what is left for me to say, my dear +Doctor?" +</p> + +<p> +"I do not know. But when you were six-and-twenty did +you not likewise say 'already'?" +</p> + +<p> +"Never!" +</p> + +<p> +"Were you so mature? Did your plans so satisfy you +that you felt no uneasiness?" +</p> + +<p> +"I was nothing but a junior barrister at the time. Yet +such an idea would never have crossed my mind. Uneasiness +as to my plans? As to a pretty wench, yes, but as to my +plans? I hadn't any!" +</p> + +<p> +"Strange," murmured Andreas. +</p> + +<p> +"You are disappointed? Really, you take life too seriously." +</p> + +<p> +"Can one take it too seriously?" interposed Olivia from +her corner. +</p> + +<p> +"I should like to say," Linnartz's strident voice was heard +vociferating, "that he who always endeavours to..." +</p> + +<p> +Gregor's eyes had passed over the baron to Olivia: +</p> + +<p> +"It is well that we mortals should try to live our lives +without exclamation marks. At least women, who are +incapable of renouncing their dreams..." +</p> + +<p> +"No," said Olivia coldly. +</p> + +<p> +"... and can only find comfort in the poets," concluded +Gregor, smiling at Andreas with a challenge in his eyes. +"They have to live on dreams, unless they choose to scramble +after the illusion of effective action. Had I adopted a +poet's—beg pardon, a composer's—career, I should not have +spent my time dreaming." +</p> + +<p> +"What would you have done, Sir, if I may ask?" said +Gregor's victim. +</p> + +<p> +"Worked! Worked with feverish energy. Every day and +all day. Yes. Perhaps then at six-and-twenty I might have +felt uneasy lest I could not accomplish what I had set +myself to do. Still, every man to his own temperament!" +</p> + +<p> +He took leave of Olivia and the poet, and disappeared +with Linnartz into his study. +</p> + +<p> +Olivia sent the child away to its schoolroom. Then, +turning to Andreas, she said: +</p> + +<p> +"He has become your foe." +</p> + +<p> +"And yours." +</p> + +<p> +"He's been that these many years," she answered bitterly. +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p> +Ever since the baroness had learned what she wanted to +know from Clemens, her husband, acting on her advice, +had kept a note of the days when Andreas came to the +house. His surveillance was an easy matter, for he had +merely to ring and ask the servant how his mistress was, an +act of ordinary courtesy. Then he would say: +</p> + +<p> +"Is the countess at home?" +</p> + +<p> +"The countess is upstairs reading with Herr Seeland." +</p> + +<p> +He had noticed that the visits had mostly taken place +during the count's absence from home, while Gregor was +taking his afternoon ride, or away at Diana's. Today, the +count had asked Linnartz to his study to run through some +papers that had been accumulating, and the baron was +determined not to let him escape this time. This "could not +be postponed," that "could not be postponed"; he was +untiring in finding important documents that needed +discussion, needed Gregor's signature. An hour went by; half +an hour more. Still the baron brought forward other +important matters. At last Gregor lost patience. +</p> + +<p> +"Just one thing more, Excellency, I must beg you to +give me your decision. A moment," and he disappeared, +apparently to fetch a document from his own office downstairs. +But he had merely gone to make his usual inquiry, and, +having received the hoped-for answer, he came jubilantly +back again. +</p> + +<p> +"It's the question of finding accommodation for the older +archives. We're up to the ceiling with the stuff downstairs, +and you once suggested, Excellency, that we might find +room for them in your own apartments...." +</p> + +<p> +"Certainly, certainly," said Gregor rising. "That will be +all right. You can get to work on it as soon as you like." +</p> + +<p> +"I could not do it entirely on my own responsibility. +The dividing-up of the room which has hitherto been used +for domestic purposes. I beg Your Excellency to show me +just how you would like it arranged." +</p> + +<p> +"Must it be done today?" +</p> + +<p> +"As you like, Sir," said Linnartz, playing the faithful +subordinate. +</p> + +<p> +His chief thought: "What does the fellow mean by +shrugging his shoulders like that?" +</p> + +<p> +Aloud, he said: +</p> + +<p> +"All right, come along. Which room had you in mind, +the one where we used to put up guests, and perhaps the +one with the balcony?" +</p> + +<p> +"If the countess has no objection, it seems to me that +they would be the most convenient." +</p> + +<p> +Linnartz's heart was all of a flutter, for the count +invariably went upstairs two at a time, and this pace was +rather beyond the baron's capacities. Above all, however, he +was excited at the expectation that his plans were about +to be crowned with success—a success he had so long been +hoping and longing for. He was thinking: "It's a sure thing, +they can't escape now. Please God they will not simply be +reading together on the balcony!" As he drew near the +door he was on tenter-hooks. The count, who was blissfully +unaware of his companion's agitation, thought: "How +pleasantly these rooms are situated, so cut off from the rest +of the house! If only Diana had come here as Olivia's +guest...." +</p> + +<p> +Linnartz opened the door and drew aside to allow his +chief to pass in first. Thank God, the room was empty; they +must be next door; and while he followed Gregor into +the first room he glanced over at the door leading to the +next. There, he knew, his victims must be. He wondered +if they had locked themselves in. An unwise thing to do! +His lascivious imagination conjured up what might be going +on there, the disordered attire, rumpled hair. Would +they hear steps approaching, voices speaking? Gregor was +saying: +</p> + +<p> +"The folios can be stacked up here ... tables as may be +necessary... That will be all right...." +</p> + +<p> +"And in the next room, Excellency?" +</p> + +<p> +"Of course, the same arrangement as here." +</p> + +<p> +Gregor went towards the door. Linnartz, with a remnant +of decency, remained behind. Gregor opened the door. +Linnartz trembled. Not a sound. +</p> + +<p> +"Why, it's quite dark here," said Gregor. "The blinds are +down. Where's the switch?" His hand travelled on the wall. +He turned on the light. +</p> + +<p> +One second of abysmal silence went by. Two seconds. +Three. Linnartz peered in from behind. He saw Olivia on +a divan, propping herself up on her hand, while Andreas +stood opposite her, hard pressed against the wall. Both, +blinded by the sudden light, had raised a hand to shield +their eyes, stretching it out towards the electric globe thus +all unconsciously assuming an attitude of shame. As if +suddenly turned to stone, the count stood in the doorway, a +black shadow against the staring lamp. +</p> + +<p> +Andreas was the first to recover his wits; he had foreseen +the disaster as soon as the voices came through the door +and was therefore better prepared than the others. He now +took two steps towards the count, and in a hoarse voice he +began: +</p> + +<p> +"Count..." +</p> + +<p> +The spell was broken. All three moved. Olivia got up +and stood behind Andreas, looking at her husband with +haughty and hostile eyes whose expression was colder than +he had ever seen before. At the same time Gregor marched +upon Andreas with uplifted fist. Whilst almost simultaneously +Linnartz sprang towards him from the rear, holding +him back, and whispering in a warning voice: "Excellency!" +</p> + +<p> +Another pause, not so long as the first, ensued. Then the +count turned half round and said in a low voice, tense +with wrath: +</p> + +<p> +"Go!" +</p> + +<p> +Andreas made an apology for a bow to the countess, and, +passing Linnartz, moved towards the door. But the count, +who by now had guessed the part Linnartz had played, was +filled with so great a loathing for the intriguer, that even +now he wished to shield Olivia against him. He, therefore, +slowly left the room, closing the door after him as he +went. +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p> +That same evening the major and the captain called upon +Andreas at his hotel, and presented him with the count's +challenge. As they turned to go away, Othello pushed open +the bedroom door and sprang towards the strangers. His +master seized him by the collar, and it was as much as +Andreas could do to hold the door back while the two +men made their exit. +</p> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<p><a id="chap0307"></a></p> + +<h3> +CHAPTER SEVEN +</h3> + +<p> +"Gregor! Please, no more," +pleaded Diana softly as she shook her curls. "My lips are +worn out, and I shall never be able to kiss again!" +</p> + +<p> +"A thousand times more—and me, only me—until we die." +</p> + +<p> +He threw himself upon her and looked deep into her eyes. +</p> + +<p> +"Brown, deep brown. Any red in them? The red of a +deer? No, a falcon. Did your father know beforehand +what you would grow up to be that he chose the name +Diana?" +</p> + +<p> +"If you will let me go, I will tell you all about it." +</p> + +<p> +With the swift movement of a stripling, he sprang up +from the wide bed, slipped into his dressing gown which +he wrapped round him, tying the cord with the same +care with which, as lieutenant, he had buttoned up his +uniform tunic, pushed his fingers through his hair, and +flung himself into the big arm-chair by the fire. Holding his +hands out towards the blaze, he spoke softly to her over +his shoulder, a playful note in his voice. +</p> + +<p> +"Diana." +</p> + +<p> +"Gregor." +</p> + +<p> +"No, say it the way you did that first time when you were +riding." +</p> + +<p> +"Gregor." +</p> + +<p> +He laughed. +</p> + +<p> +"Go on, tell me all about it." +</p> + +<p> +"Well, it happened over there in Macedonia," she began, +bringing a footstool towards the hearth, and sitting down on +it at his feet. "My father, you must know, is very wise; +he can interpret dreams, understands about magnetic +currents, has studied Swedenborg and Leonardo...." +</p> + +<p> +"The portrait in that portfolio is...?" +</p> + +<p> +"Yes, it is he. He told me he had believed my mother +would die in giving birth to me, for he thought I was going +to be a boy, and he knew that if she gave birth to a boy she +would die. So firm was his conviction, that he was going +to call me Tristan, because Tristan's mother, too, had died +at his birth. When I turned out to be a girl, he said to +himself: She will have many masculine elements in her +make-up, so I'll call her Diana. Five years later my brother +came into the world, and that same night my mother passed +away." +</p> + +<p> +She ceased. Gregor's hand lay lightly on her head. She +seemed suddenly to have become agitated, her thoughts +elsewhere as she prodded the wood in the fireplace. The logs +fell apart, and he had to gather them together, very +cautiously, so as not to disturb her as she rested her head on +his knee. +</p> + +<p> +"Are you cold?" she asked after a while. "Where had I +got to?" +</p> + +<p> +It was not her habit to be so absent-minded. Yet this +night she had constantly been distrait. Could she have +something on her mind? Was she frightened? He tried to +shake off his thoughts. But he had come near the truth. +Diana was filled with an anxiety which she would have +hidden from him had she been able. Before his arrival, when +she had received a tiny note from the major telling her +what had taken place, she had thought: "The feeling of +security is what makes the victor! If he is confident, I shall +certainly do nothing to shake his courage." Yet when she +saw him so self-reliant, in the mood of a man who has at +last become master of some unpleasant perturbation, her +own doubts had been laid to rest. Again she tried to rouse +herself from her meditations. She turned her eyes towards +him and said tenderly: +</p> + +<p> +"Are you cold, Gregor?" +</p> + +<p> +"Why should I be?—Well, your mother died. You told +me something about her before. She was beautiful." +</p> + +<p> +"Yes, but do you know what she was? Shall I tell Your +Excellency a secret?" +</p> + +<p> +She smiled as she addressed him thus formally, and +looked up at him with the inscrutable air of the +professional story-teller. +</p> + +<p> +"I hear and obey," he said, smiling back at her. +</p> + +<p> +They sat silent. An atmosphere of security seemed to +envelop them, such as they had never experienced before, +and had never thought it possible to achieve. Peace and +contentment coupled with a slight feeling of lassitude +pervaded their bodies and their minds, as they settled down in +the comfortable warmth of the log fire. Had they not lain +for long in the ardour of love's embraces? +</p> + +<p> +"My great-grandmother, or, rather, her mother, held the +crown of Poland concealed within her house. It was in the +days following one of the partitions. The fugitive +king—or maybe he was only the pretender—in any case he was +the son of the old king—came to her estate in order, secretly, +to kiss the royal crown. The lady was very beautiful, and +she was a widow. Romantic as were the kings of those days, +after kissing the crown he kissed its lovely guardian, and +thus it was that she gave birth to my grandfather. My family +has always tried to pooh-pooh the old legend, but I have +positive proof of its veracity. We still have the medallion +he gave her on the morning when he bade farewell. The +features on the medallion are identical with those of the +picture which hangs in the museum at Rapperswyl, where +all the Polish monarchs hang in rows. Does the story please +you?" +</p> + +<p> +"And so you've got mighty ancestors too. I am +overwhelmed with it all. What more can you have? Yours is +youth, and beauty, and intelligence—and now you have +added to all this, ancestors that wore the kingly +crown." He looked down at her with paternal ecstasy. +</p> + +<p> +"You are as gallant in your talk as the lovers were in the +old romances," she laughed up at him. +</p> + +<p> +"The style has stuck to me from my youth," he answered +ironically. "My mother was not nearly such a grand lady +as yours, but she, too, was a beautiful woman." +</p> + +<p> +"Did she die young?" No sooner had she asked the question +than she thought: "It is strange how my mind dwells +on the idea of death, tonight." +</p> + +<p> +"Haven't I told you? This was the manner of her dying:—I +was about seven-and-twenty at the time. She had been +ailing for a long time, and her home life was not happy. +Well, one day I got a wire: 'Come at once, Mother very ill.' It +so happened that on the day previous I had received my +first order, the Danebrog cross—of course I had not deserved +it, I just chanced to be at dinner with the Danish prime +minister with whom we were negotiating at the time. There +are few really pretty decorations in our country, so that a +nicely enamelled cross, rather cheap to be sure, but with +a quite charming blue-and-white ribbon, would naturally +attract a good deal of comment. At home I found my +mother in bed, very feeble. I had always been rather a +handful, never made a success of anything—except music, and +escapades, and, again, music. Father's best hope for me was +a job in the orchestra at some spa or other. But Mother +always stood up for me. She used to say: 'Do let the +youngster be, he'll make good in the end, never fear.' So +when I bent over her as she lay dying, I showed her +the cross on my breast, my first decoration. She fingered +it gently and said nothing. Then, suddenly, she pressed +it to her lips, kissing it as if it were a crucifix. Tears +rolled down her temples, wetting the pillow. She +said: 'Thank you, Gregor, I have always had faith in you. +Now you can prove to your father and the rest of the +world that I was right.' She put her arm round my +neck—and soon she had passed away, holding my cross in her +hand." +</p> + +<p> +Diana had risen to her feet as he spoke, and now he +bowed his grey head, resting it on her hands. She, too, +was profoundly stirred. A look of ageless compassion came +over her face as she gazed down on this man whom nature +had endowed with physical beauty, and an intellect bordering +on genius. He who had made himself the master of +the art of dissembling as well as of self-control, was +nevertheless, although thirty years had now elapsed since the +tragical event he was recalling, broken at its recollection. +Was he really sobbing? She felt that at this moment the +restraint he had exercised over himself during the last +twenty-four hours was suddenly broken down, and that +this overwhelming grief was a tardy and unexpected +reaction from the shock of yesterday's discovery. +</p> + +<p> +"Gregor," she whispered tenderly laying her head against +his so that the brown and the grey locks mingled. "Gregor, +I am here." +</p> + +<p> +"Stay—by—me—Diana." +</p> + +<p> +The words were a new revelation to her of the man's +loneliness. Suddenly he sprang up, pushed his hair back, +hastily wiped his eyes, and said with forced joviality: +</p> + +<p> +"I'm sorry, what a fool I've been! Last time, ten, twelve +years ago I said to myself that three duels were a good +number, and it would be well to stop at that. Apparently +there's to be a fourth. That's a handsome number, too. +And even if there had to be ten," his voice rang out into +the room, "I should fight them all to protect Olivia from +slander." +</p> + +<p> +The first time during all these months he had ever uttered +Olivia's name in Diana's presence! Too late he +realized what he had done. He rushed over to where she +stood, seized her hands and covered them with kisses: +</p> + +<p> +"Forgive me—my darling—beloved—Diana—forgive me." +</p> + +<p> +"What have I to forgive?" she asked earnestly. "Is it +not a fine thing that you wish to shield her for her own +sake, and not merely because it happens to be the custom?" +</p> + +<p> +"And Linnartz, what do you make of him?" +</p> + +<p> +"He's been trying to do it for some time." +</p> + +<p> +"To do what?" +</p> + +<p> +"Bring about your fall, Gregor." +</p> + +<p> +"There are other ways...." +</p> + +<p> +"Did he not try them—in vain?" +</p> + +<p> +"Was the baroness working with him do you think?" +</p> + +<p> +"Undoubtedly." +</p> + +<p> +"The brutes! But when all is over—— Next week I've got +to go to court for the birthday celebrations; I shall be in +Berlin and shall demand his removal—even if I have to +make a cabinet question of it." +</p> + +<p> +"That's precisely what I advised you to do three weeks +ago." +</p> + +<p> +"Yes, and if I had at that time brought a little more +pressure to bear on the Austrian minister, he'd have sent +that devil of a poet..." He pulled himself up. "Forgive +me," he pleaded, drawing her to him on the sofa. "I'm +sorry—he was your friend—well, there's nothing to be +done now—he'll have to do penance for his sins—rather +young, but he has always lived fast—— What do you +think?" +</p> + +<p> +He fancied her preoccupied with a woman's memories +of Andreas while he was speaking. But her thoughts were +quite differently engaged. She was coolly calculating the +hazards of the impending duel, remembering Andreas's +inaptitude with firearms. Had he not given her a +demonstration of it that day in the shooting-range? Again she +considered the risks an opponent must run when faced by +an unskilled marksman.... +</p> + +<p> +"Twenty paces, did you say?" +</p> + +<p> +She closed her left eye, raised her right arm, and aimed +an imaginary weapon at the door. +</p> + +<p> +"An exchange of three shots? Who's the umpire?" +</p> + +<p> +"The prince." +</p> + +<p> +"At six?" +</p> + +<p> +"Six-thirty." +</p> + +<p> +Diana got up, went towards the fireplace, pushed the +logs together, and leaned on the marble mantelpiece, +staring at the little clock. +</p> + +<p> +"It is two," she said in a strangely cold voice. +</p> + +<p> +The practical, everyday tone, which she had assumed +as armour against the emotional strain under which she +was labouring, was misconstrued by her lover to mean that +she was deep in memories of Andreas. Jealousy, which +Gregor had hitherto kept in leash for her sake, now flamed +up with redoubled force against this young rival whom +he hoped soon to put out of action. His voice was gloomy +as he exclaimed: +</p> + +<p> +"Diana." +</p> + +<p> +"Gregor." +</p> + +<p> +The two names, which so shortly before they had tossed +towards one another like gaily coloured balls, now fell +darkly through the night. +</p> + +<p> +"Did you—love this poet?" he asked at length. +</p> + +<p> +"At one time I loved him," she answered calmly, after +a slight pause. +</p> + +<p> +He thought: +</p> + +<p> +"Will she speak as calmly of me, saying 'at one time,' +when another than I asks her the same question? A chain +in which I am no more than a link? In days gone by, the +rôles were the other way about...." +</p> + +<p> +His agitation increased. +</p> + +<p> +"And he you?" +</p> + +<p> +"He loves the countess." +</p> + +<p> +"Not you, Diana, no longer you?" +</p> + +<p> +His question was uttered in a tone of such urgent need, +such poignant longing, that she turned towards him in a +sudden impulse. Her heart was full of pity at the sight +of this man whom jealous doubts had thus mastered after +all that had happened between them and after he had +surprised Andreas with Olivia; yet she realized that it +was solely on her account that he was thus overwhelmed +with anxiety and mistrust; had he not asked only about +Andreas's feelings towards her, not the other way about? +</p> + +<p> +He, for his part, as he now saw her standing before +him, the contour of her body gleaming through her thin +silken nightgown as she stood with her back to the fire, +seemed transported to another sphere, and everything +around him seemed like the memory of a dream. The +fine room, built in the Arab style, the heavy curtains, the +figure of the young woman by the hearth—all this on the +night before a duel.... Had he not lived through it once +already, long ago? As if under compulsion, unconscious of +his movements, he got up, and went towards the apparition, +which advanced a step to meet him. The vision +stretched out hands, his hands reached out likewise. What +was the matter? What was the burden of grief weighing +upon this moment of time? Was she perhaps a spirit come +to take him far away? She was close to him, and he saw +that she had mighty pinions, and in her right hand a torch +hanging down towards the ground.... +</p> + +<p> +Her hand pressed his in silence, and suddenly he knew +that her life at that present moment was bound up in his. +His gaze, which had been fixed and hard, softened, and +she saw his eyes looking kindly down into her own. +</p> + +<p> +"Where have you been, my dear?" +</p> + +<p> +He sighed deeply, as if freed from a torpor. +</p> + +<p> +"I seemed—to be—in a dense—fog. Is that you, Diana? +Is it you?" +</p> + +<p> +He sank into a chair, drew her down on to his knee, +pressed his lips against her, wrapping her about in his +arms as if he were hugging the very essence of life and +youth to his heart. +</p> + +<p> +"Stay with me!" +</p> + +<p> +Very softly the words were spoken, and it seemed to +her as if he were afraid of giving voice to a presentiment +that he was about to be torn apart from her; it seemed as +if he were melting away in her very arms, vanishing like +a shadow, a thought. +</p> + +<p> +But she shook off the terror, smiled up at him, and said: +</p> + +<p> +"You stay with me!" +</p> + +<p> +Never before had Gregor felt this steeled body nestling +against him with such passionate self-surrender. +</p> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<p><a id="chap0308"></a></p> + +<h3> +CHAPTER EIGHT +</h3> + +<p> +For an hour Olivia had lain +motionless upon the divan in the guest's room. Then she +was seized with anxiety, not so much as to the issue of the +duel, but rather as to the possibility of seeing Andreas +again. He could not come to her; she could not go to his +hotel. Next morning she sought out the prince in his office. +She was hatless, for thus she had left her apartment to +come down to see him. Her whole aspect and the unusualness +of such a visit (she had never entered the offices at +the embassy before) were a surprise. +</p> + +<p> +"Prince, listen to me. I want—I must—this evening—I +must see Herr Seeland once more. You will lend me your +rooms?" +</p> + +<p> +It sounded more like a command than a request. He +understood, drew his keys from his pocket, and handed her +the one she needed. +</p> + +<p> +"Thanks. Thank you very much." +</p> + +<p> +Late that same evening, on foot, muffled in a veil, she +entered the little flat. It was empty. Soon after, there was a +gentle tap on the door. She opened. Andreas stood outside. +</p> + +<p> +There had been no extensive preparations for the visitors. +On the buffet, fresh water and wine, cigarettes, and a few +biscuits, were just as the prince had left them. He had +sent his servants away till the morrow, had, himself, gone +through the rooms to see that all was as it should be. In +the dining-room where, on New Year's Eve, they had +drunk the count's health, he paused for a moment and +smiled ironically. Here, two weeks later, the count's wife +was to spend what would perhaps be the last hours she +would ever spend with her husband's rival. He put on his +hat, took his walking-stick, then went back to his bedroom +to readjust his tie in front of the mirror. His eye +fell upon the perfectly made bed with its faultless coverlet, +and he whistled softly as he puffed at his cigarette. +</p> + +<p> +"Honi soit..." +</p> + +<p> +At first Olivia seemed agitated, and her lover thought: +</p> + +<p> +"She's not at her best tonight." +</p> + +<p> +She would stare mutely into nothingness, and then suddenly +make a wild gesture as if to pull him to her, following +this with another gesture which thrust him away. She +got up and paced to and fro in the little room, backwards +and forwards between the window, the chairs, and the +divan. She spoke of Clemens, of divorce, of Linnartz, once +even referred to her mother in Dalmatia, about whom she +usually thought with contempt. But Andreas soon realized +that all this was merely an effort to bridge the gulf that +had yawned between them when these two persons of +simple nature had suddenly been brought face to face with +the fact that they were guilty of adultery. +</p> + +<p> +Andreas had always looked indulgently and even reverently +upon her blind gratification of her instincts; he had +interpreted the inability on her part to speak, a dumbness +which was wont to follow upon moments of ardent ecstasy, +as a symbol of the ineffable which he, the plastic artist, +was excluded from experiencing. His alert and active mind +had found a haven in the churlish silences of this woman, +and it was that more than anything else which had swept +him along into the stormy waters in which he now found +himself. He had never conceived of his passion or of hers +as appertaining to the courses of everyday life, and he was +at a loss to understand why this everyday life should now +intrude upon a province outside its sphere. Yesterday's +happenings left him cold, they did not seem to him to be +part of the world he and she had created in common—a +community based on the sensuous and yet quite above and +beyond the circle of the senses, intangible, in no way +belonging to the realm of reason. +</p> + +<p> +Now, when he and Olivia were alone and together once +more, he too was aware of the same inhibition within +himself which had caused her so much disquietude; and +he who had vowed himself to Olivia with that first look +into her languorous eyes as he gazed from afar across the +wide expanse of blue carpet, felt that he was hedged about +with the identical constraints as she. Had it been otherwise, +the insatiable thirst which consumed them would have +driven them into one another's arms immediately the door +had closed upon the outside world, and the turbulent waters +of passion would have submerged them, leaving them with +neither regrets nor shame when they came to the surface +again. Today the banality of a conventional discovery stood +like a barrier between them. In the twilight hours, as he +sat with Othello in his room, the thought of death sprang +at him, attacking him unexpectedly, from the rear. But +now he had no other thought at all than to come to some +sort of an understanding with this woman. +</p> + +<p> +An hour of torturing suspense found them at last in that +sphere which their natures shared in common: their passion. +Olivia, wearied with pacing the tiny room like a +wild beast in a cage, had thrown herself, distraught and +exhausted, upon the divan, and Andreas, who felt that at +any cost this state of tension must be snapped, flung +himself upon her and with shameless cynicism took that which +in no way he desired. And yet, maybe, it was this rough +handling which she needed for the appeasement of her +uneasy soul. She yielded to his embraces with the frosty +delight of a hetaira, wrapping herself round in the mantle +of fleshly lust as if in defiance, as if to shield herself from +a foe. +</p> + +<p> +Yet when they emerged from this dread battlefield, they +had found themselves and they had found each other. The +lassitude with which love's combat had so often before +made limp their limbs, filling their souls with a strange +and voluptuous horror, was now, after this present possession, +bordering as it did upon the realm of hate, to leave +them benumbed, inert, as if death's hand were upon them. +Bitterness, the bitterness Olivia had dreamed of these +twenty years, the draught whose waters she had first tasted +in Andreas's arms, now submerged her, covering her face, +her body, as with a grievous mask. She felt the flesh of her +cheeks, her brow, her chin, her throat, filmed over as it +were with a strange, green patina like that which covers +very ancient bronzes, while her body seemed crushed and +broken beneath the man who lay like a corpse across her. +</p> + +<p> +A chance movement at last released them from the spell. +Andreas said: +</p> + +<p> +"Why continue?" +</p> + +<p> +The words fell into the great pool of tragical silence +with a sound as warm and gentle as that of woodwind +after brass. +</p> + +<p> +"We should soon have been consumed in our own fires. +It is well that the man should die, his heart pierced by so +tiny a thing as a bullet. But the woman must live!" +</p> + +<p> +She scarcely heard what he said. All she felt sure of was +that he had surrendered himself to his destiny, that a +strange, far-away voice was telling her what she had known +since yesterday: "It may not be just, but it is perfectly +logical, that Andreas should perish at Gregor's +hands." Age-long and primeval things had surged up within her. +In the half-ruinous crypts of her soul, after millennial sleep, +feelings, judgments, rights, belonging to an ancient line +whose origins were lost in the mists of time, now stirred, +revealing to her, who had imagined such primeval impulses +to be dead, that she was indeed a true daughter of +her race, and that in her veins too the same blood flowed. +Vague memories of fights long past merged themselves +with present-day combats in her brain. In the mechanical +processes of thought, Gregor once more stood before her +as a young man, the descendant of a long succession of +counts, bearing every advantage in his hands; for now +he was to use the weapons familiar to all members of his +caste, and to use them against a stripling who had moved +away from the customary pursuits of several generations +of learning in an inward, spiritual sense only, not by +practical experience. She, who had always been out of tune +with his plans for worldly advancement, who had been ever +more and more strongly convinced that his urge towards +the practical field of politics and diplomacy was in truth +only the outcome of imaginative yearnings, felt today more +keenly than ever that he was a poet first, last, and all the +time, and that his invasion of the practical world would +recoil on his own head. +</p> + +<p> +Andreas swung his legs over the divan and sat on the +edge. Olivia leaned on her elbow as was her custom, and +surveyed the length of her body. Then she said softly, as if +lying in wait for his reply: +</p> + +<p> +"Not long now, Andreas." +</p> + +<p> +The words, and the queer way she added his name as +an afterthought, struck him by their strange ambiguity. He +tried to jest: +</p> + +<p> +"You are right, it is two o'clock," he said, glancing at the +little timepiece over the fireplace. +</p> + +<p> +He did not know Diana's bedroom, nor could he know +what she was doing at the moment; and yet her form, +her voice, appeared clearly to his memory, at that instant +when she, too, was saying the same words while glancing +at a similar clock. Incontinently he asked Olivia: +"Where's the count? At home?" +</p> + +<p> +"He went out before I left. The servant said he had +gone off in the motor boat." +</p> + +<p> +She held her peace and he, too, was silent. But Olivia's +thoughts ranged wide, and she asked after a considerable +interval: +</p> + +<p> +"Do you still love Diana?" +</p> + +<p> +He flushed a little for she had read his thoughts, and +countered with: +</p> + +<p> +"Do you love the count?" +</p> + +<p> +Olivia stirred. She put her right foot to the ground, +and at the same time drew the coverlet over her naked +limbs as far as the waist. Then she leaned her right arm +on to the low table at the head of the divan, and, drawing +up her knee, clasped it round with her left hand. A smile, +at once wise and tragical, flitted across her habitually +solemn features. She gazed straight before her. +</p> + +<p> +There rose upon her vision a castle overlooking the sea. +Wedding festivities were in progress. Two evenings earlier +Gregor had been sitting near her in her low-ceilinged, +wainscoted room, and he had watched her, from the embrasure +in the window, combing her long, golden hair. Suddenly +he had sprung to his feet, had seized her in his arms, had +stepped over to the door and slipped the bolt, and +had had his will of the astonished bride. For him it was +probably no more than a dare-devil escapade, the gratification +of a young man's vanity; but her heart went out to +him in thanks, for her stormy nature felt a repugnance of +displaying the squeamishness of a maiden who, though +betrothed, has not yet been legally wedded. Many years +later, in the midst of the disappointments of her married +life, her imagination was still pleasurably stimulated by +the thought of that adventurous impropriety which had +been the herald of their nuptial day. +</p> + +<p> +"At one time I loved him," she said at last in a calm voice +strangely resembling the tone in which Diana was speaking +those same words at that same hour. Her alto gave the +phrase a richer, fuller sound, maybe; she uttered it, too, +with greater solemnity to match the heaviness of her nature +as compared with Diana's elasticity and lightsomeness. +</p> + +<p> +Like an endless band, her life with Gregor unrolled itself +before her vision in retrospect. They were out hunting, +the horn sounded in the air, she was riding in advance of +the others. Now she was walking slowly, like a beast heavy +with young. Those were the months just before Clemens +was born. She saw Gregor's gleeful face as he tossed the +baby, and how he played with the child in those early +years. Then she saw him drift away from her, she heard the +whispers of friends, the advice of the family doctor, her +mother's anger; it seemed as if her own recollection of +these troublous days was becoming dimmer, as if the +measures taken by her relatives, their aid and their claims, +were receding more and more into the background. Now +she was always alone, she took no further part in the hunts, +but rode by herself, galloped, put her horse to jumps that +only a madman would attempt. She fell and lay for long +where she had fallen. Peasants found her and carried her +home. Long months she kept her bed, motionless. It was +at that time she had acquired her taste for recumbency. +She read much, read and pondered. Sometimes she would +write letters which were never posted. She probed and +sampled the many who came to her house; in her, distrust of the +higher circles of society grew to irony, irony to cynicism. +A sculptor had once wished to model her, but Gregor +had refused to let her sit to the man; such opposition roused +her desire, and for a while she was restless and agitated. +Then the post of ambassador had come their way. She +saw their new, palatial dwelling, heard the congratulations, +pictured again the mighty waters upon whose bosom she +wished, all in vain, to sail alone, gazed upon the +immemorial park which reminded her so poignantly of the +home of her fathers, contemplated the blue carpet she +loved, alone, all alone, always alone, for Gregor had long +since vanished from the landscape, and even the child +was lost in distant mist-wreaths. Now, the poet entered +her blue room, and she was recalled from her dream, back +into the world of reality, back to the present hour. +</p> + +<p> +Meanwhile Andreas had been gazing his fill at the +majestic creature before him, the woman who lay as it seemed +on a rock emerging from a vast blue sea, her eyes grave, +overshadowed by a dark and monstrous bird with pinions +wide spread behind her. The beat of those giant wings +caused a wind which ruffled his hair; he knew that those +were the wings of the angel of death and he gazed on +them unafraid. The vision and the night filled his +passionate nature with a contentment he had never experienced +before, so that as she now looked up at him her eyes met +a countenance at once so earnest and so taciturn that she +felt she must be gazing into her own soul. +</p> + +<p> +They suddenly realized that this was the moment of +their leave-taking. Slowly they drew nearer to each other, +body to body, lip to lip, in a long farewell. +</p> + +<p><br><br> + +<p> +Four hours later three carriages drew up near a little +pinewood where many westerners had ere this met in +mortal combat. Gregor was accompanied by Kopp and the +major; Andreas by two compatriots from the Austrian +embassy; the prince by a doctor. Abdul ran by the side of the +first carriage, eager as if going to the chase. He had escaped +just as his master was leaving the embassy and none had +been able to catch him. +</p> + +<p> +It was raining. The fog lay like a canopy over their +heads as they took up their positions. The prince tested +the pistols, handed them to the seconds for their examination; +hardly a word was spoken. Andreas was wearing a +grey morning suit; Gregor his loose and easy blue jacket. +The prince measured the distance; gave each a weapon. +</p> + +<p> +Andreas was himself amazed at his own coolness. On +the drive hither he had been thinking: "Nikolai will +publish my last poems.... My sister will hang my portrait +in the old garden house, next to father's, in a black +frame...." Now, when they had led him to his place and +he could look his opponent in the eyes, he thought: "Yes, +he is a lovable man; I understand Diana's choice better +than I do Olivia's. I wonder if Diana will weep when she +gets my letter? I have never seen her cry...." +</p> + +<p> +Gregor was thinking: "He is still very young." And +immediately thereafter: "Scoundrel! What is the countess to +him?" He looked towards the prince from whom the signal +was to come. +</p> + +<p> +The prince asked: +</p> + +<p> +"Ready?" +</p> + +<p> +"Ready," came the reply. +</p> + +<p> +"Fire!" +</p> + +<p> +The two men stood unscathed. +</p> + +<p> +The prince thought: +</p> + +<p> +"What madness! As if a woman's part in life were not +to bind men in friendship rather than to separate them!" +</p> + +<p> +While thus thinking he stepped up and changed the +weapons. +</p> + +<p> +"Attention! Fire!" +</p> + +<p> +Gregor fell to the ground. The prince raised an arm. +Kopp, who was holding the dog in leash, was dragged +forward by the outraged animal. Doctor and umpire +hastened to the wounded man's side. Gregor did not stir, +a little blood was oozing through his clothes on the left +side. The doctor cast a look of intelligence at the men +who had gathered round. The prince formally declared +the duel at an end. +</p> + +<p> +At first Andreas did not in the least understand what +had happened. He looked inquiringly at his seconds. +One of them went over to where the count lay. Then he +beckoned to Andreas. The young man approached. He +found four men busied round Gregor. The doctor was +giving an injection of camphor; he was pouring brandy +into the prostrate man's mouth. Five minutes passed. At +last Gregor opened his eyes, looked at the circle of men, +realized from the expression on their faces and from his +own feeling of weakness, from a strange sensation near +his heart, that all was over with him. +</p> + +<p> +The others pushed Andreas forward. The count contemplated +the young man for a while, critically rather than +wrathfully. He was silent. Then he held out his hand and +Andreas took it in his own. "Impossible," the poet thought. +"He cannot be more than slightly wounded. He'll be all +right again in a few minutes. Then..." He felt himself +tapped on the shoulder; he drew back, slowly, as if his +senses were befogged. Abdul was whining at his master's +side. The dog had growled at Andreas's approach. Then, +he laid a paw ever so lightly on the master's breast, +cautiously, a caress as airy as gossamer lest the touch should +hurt the dying man. +</p> + +<p> +Gregor tried to rise. Impossible! He mused: "Better lie +quiet, absolutely quiet, then, perhaps, I'll be able to say +a few words." With a look, he bade the prince come nearer. +The other three withdrew. The prince knelt close beside +him. Gregor looked him in the eyes, assembling his forces +for a last endeavour. Then, very slowly, in short-pulsed +sentences: +</p> + +<p> +"I beg you—to see that—Muthesius is not—given the +post—as ambassador—otherwise—everything will be +ruined—Tell His Majesty—yourself—personally, +Prince—personally—I would recommend—Winterthur—He +shares my views—Promise me you'll..." +</p> + +<p> +The prince slipped his hand into the limp hand beside +him. He knew his chief was nearing the end. A few +minutes went by. Again the lips moved, but all Gregor had +strength to say was: +</p> + +<p> +"My love to—my love to—the ladies...." +</p> + +<p> +His eyes glazed over; another fifteen seconds passed; +he fell back, dead. +</p> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<p><a id="chap0309"></a></p> + +<h3> +CHAPTER NINE +</h3> + +<p> +"No messenger yet, and it's +nine o'clock. Mary, can't you see a boat on the water?" +</p> + +<p> +"Nothing at all." +</p> + +<p> +"Have you sent Ali on to the roof to look out?" +</p> + +<p> +"Ali's been up there since seven." +</p> + +<p> +"Mary, tell them to saddle my horse. I'll go myself..." +</p> + +<p> +"But suppose they take the water-way?" +</p> + +<p> +"You're right. Oh my God, this waiting!..." +</p> + +<p> +When Diana had let Gregor out by the garden gate in +the chilly hour before sunrise, she had said in her heart: +"Never again. You will see him no more." It was only by +exercising supreme control that she had been able to give +him a parting look of encouragement and comfort. But as +she stood once more on the balcony watching the day +emerge in rain from beyond the grey horizon of the sea, +her hopes revived: "Was he not always the lucky one?" To +which an inner voice replied: "No, he was lonely."—"But +does not the world spirit need him more than it does +Andreas?"—"Who can tell?"—"Andreas is young; maybe +the soul of a genius slumbers within him."—"And even so, +what does a bullet care?" +</p> + +<p> +Half past nine. Ali calls out that he sees a little cloud +of dust in the distance; then a rider. Diana hastens up to +the roof. She may perhaps be able to guess the news by the +rider—Felix? Kopp? A servant?—— The prince! Gregor is +dead! Only on Gregor's account would the prince be the +messenger—— In any other case it would be Felix.... +</p> + +<p> +Yet might it not mean that both had been wounded? +Over and over again the words were hammered out by +her pulsating heart. Groping blindly she again found +herself in the hall. "What am I hoping for? What am I still +afraid of? Mary! Mary, go to meet him.—No, Mary, stay, +don't go.—Ali, open the door." Forcibly she kept herself +in the hall, waiting. The prince approached. He bit his +lips. Diana dared not put the question that tortured her. +At last, as if Diana were concerned with one only of the +two duellists, he said: +</p> + +<p> +"A bullet in the heart, at the second shot. Eight minutes +later, he was dead." +</p> + +<p> +Slowly Diana turned away, and leaned against a pillar. +For a while she remained thus, saying nothing. Certainty, +even of the worst, brought peace, of a kind; and yet her +whole being seemed dumb and void. A painful clarity of +vision made her aware of every detail in the material +world, and she saw the little steamers plying up and down +on the waters. "Ah yes, the nine o'clock boat. Late again," +she thought. +</p> + +<p> +Now she turned to her guest. +</p> + +<p> +"You are hot with your ride," said she. "It is very good +of you to have come yourself.... His household is +probably... Who told the countess? You?" +</p> + +<p> +The prince nodded. She begged him to be seated, herself +took a chair, crossing her legs in her short serge skirt. +</p> + +<p> +Again she was speaking: "Olivia has much strength of +character, and has probably been just as anxious on the +poet's behalf...." +</p> + +<p> +He thought: "She's steeling herself by speaking of +others. Does she feel it deeply?" +</p> + +<p> +He rose to go. +</p> + +<p> +"Already?" +</p> + +<p> +"Sorry, but I'm afraid I must. There's much to do. We +have to discuss the funeral arrangements. We may have +to take his remains back to Germany." +</p> + +<p> +"Of course—— But—did the count say anything—?" +</p> + +<p> +"Yes, to me. Recommendations as to his successor." +</p> + +<p> +"Winterthur," said Diana quietly. +</p> + +<p> +"Yes," confirmed the prince, realizing how fully Gregor +had trusted this woman. Then he took leave. +</p> + +<p> +But as he reached the door, Eduard turned: +</p> + +<p> +"Forgive me, but I forgot... I have one other thing +to tell you—a message...." +</p> + +<p> +"To me?" +</p> + +<p> +Diana, who knew how reserved Gregor was by nature, +was deeply moved at the thought that her lover had sent +her a farewell greeting. The prince had besought the +major to let him come to break the news to Diana solely +on account of this last message. He found it difficult to +speak. +</p> + +<p> +"You will have to judge for yourself. The very last words +the count uttered were: 'My love to the ladies'..." +</p> + +<p> +Diana had listened with dilated eyes; she gripped the +back of a chair; she stood silent. Then she sat down and +was about to hide her face in her hands, when suddenly +great tears were coursing down her cheeks. The prince, +uncertain whether he should go or not, took a step +towards the door. But she stayed him with a gesture, and +he brought up a chair and sat down beside her. +</p> + +<p> +Like water purling through a wood, this cool, proud +woman's tears flowed down her face. From afar he had +always admired her amazing self-possession, but even in +this moment of her grief he could only think of Gregor's +happy end. He had the melancholy recognition that he +would never be able to woo and win a woman of this kind. +</p> + +<p> +A long time passed before Diana raised her head. With +a calm mien she now looked at her visitor. Then she wiped +her eyes, smiled, and with a complete change of voice, like +one who does not wish to disturb a sleeper's rest, she +murmured: +</p> + +<p> +"What a tender thing to have said; only a fully mature +man could have sent such a message. Don't you think so +too? I wonder if the countess will understand? Oh, surely +she cannot fail to do so. Tell her, please tell her Prince, that +by these words of a dying man she and I..." +</p> + +<p> +From the landing-stage came voices, interrupting her +whispered plea. She listened without stirring; the prince +did likewise. He would have given much that nothing +should come to trouble her in this, her hour of weakness +and of confiding trust. At last he rose and went on to the +balcony to see who the intruder might be. Simultaneously, +Diana recognized the voice as that of the major. +</p> + +<p> +"What can he be wanting?" she said petulantly. +</p> + +<p> +"Can't think! He knew that I..." +</p> + +<p> +Felix came in; hesitated a moment when he saw how +pensive she was; then he said urgently: +</p> + +<p> +"Forgive me for coming so early. No time to waste. +Mademoiselle, you must go, at once." +</p> + +<p> +Diana, whose heart had expanded under the influence +of the dead man's last words and the noble dignity of her +living friend, was refractory to any interruption, and was +especially offended by the major's loud voice and +inopportune intervention. She asked scathingly: +</p> + +<p> +"Go? And why, pray? I have no intention of going." +</p> + +<p> +"Sorry to insist, but the matter is urgent." +</p> + +<p> +Diana got up, tossed her head, pulled her blouse to +rights in her waistband, and said in a changed voice: +</p> + +<p> +"What has happened?" +</p> + +<p> +Felix was wounded by her manner. He assumed an official +tone, and announced, as if he were reading a telegram: +</p> + +<p> +"Just heard, that ministry here, been informed duel on +your account. Foreign secretary wishes to profit by fact that +you are temporarily unprotected to have you arrested as +spy. Embassy cannot intervene on your behalf. Linnartz +taken over running of affairs. Advise you to go at once." +</p> + +<p> +Diana was by now regaining her usual clarity of mind. +</p> + +<p> +"In that case I shall have to go. But I shall need a +passport if I go by rail or passenger steamer, and arrest will +be practically inevitable.... A little boat will be the only +way of escape." +</p> + +<p> +Felix nodded, and a twinkle in his eye was an indication +of how much he relished the similarity of her nature +and his when there was a question of having to make a +decision or to take a comprehensive survey of the matter +in hand. +</p> + +<p> +"You have immediately grasped the sole possibility. I +have already sent word to old Mohammed...." +</p> + +<p> +"Thoroughly trustworthy fellow, in spite of being an +Arab," interjected the prince. +</p> + +<p> +"He has two dhows, a big one and a little one." +</p> + +<p> +"We'll take the larger," said Diana promptly. +</p> + +<p> +Felix nodded. +</p> + +<p> +"It'll be ready in half an hour. The farther quay, south +of the commercial harbour. Can you be ready by then?" +</p> + +<p> +"Ready? Of course. Mary must come too." +</p> + +<p> +"Impossible. Too conspicuous." +</p> + +<p> +"Is she to be left to their tender mercies on my account? +Mary goes too—or I stay." +</p> + +<p> +"Very well. We'll do our best. But be quick." +</p> + +<p> +"How are we to evade the port authorities?" +</p> + +<p> +"I'm going with you. I've a free pass. Once through the +danger zone, I'll land." +</p> + +<p> +"Thanks." +</p> + +<p> +She gave him a look full of friendliness, and offered +him her hand. The major stooped over it, and kissed it. +A thought crossed her mind. +</p> + +<p> +"What about money? Can I get a cheque through to +the bank?" +</p> + +<p> +"Out of the question. They are sure to advise the bank +first thing. Knowing this, I've brought what's necessary. +A little bag of gold! Can't risk a cheque. Where shall I +tell him to go?" +</p> + +<p> +"Mohammed will know best.—Mary, your shawl. Bring +me my coats. Yes, all of them, and yours.—Has Mohammed +food aboard?" +</p> + +<p> +"Of course—à l'orientale!" +</p> + +<p> +"Good.—Are you coming with us, Prince? We'll drop +you at the bridge. Ali can take your horse back to town." +</p> + +<p> +She disappeared upstairs. Footsteps hurrying overhead, +orders. +</p> + +<p> +"Mary, my top boots. No, not those; the brown ones +without nails." +</p> + +<p> +Meanwhile she went over to the writing-table, and took +three little packages out of one of the drawers. +</p> + +<p> +"Mary, I'd better have my sword-stick. Not there, next +the bed. Hurry up. No, don't bother about my dresses, +they'll have to be left behind." +</p> + +<p> +She went back into her bedroom, gave a cursory glance +round. The arm-chair caught her eye, the one in which +Gregor had sat last night. She stroked the leather of it; +then went over to the sofa and shook up the cushions. +Something fell out as she did so, something violet in +colour. A garter she had hunted for that morning. +</p> + +<p> +"He hid it," she thought. "I wonder when? Quite +recently, anyway. He took it, and hid it." +</p> + +<p> +She put it away in her pocket. Very lightly she ran her +finger-tips over the embroidered bedspread. +</p> + +<p> +"Good-bye," she whispered. +</p> + +<p> +At the door, she turned for a last look. +</p> + +<p> +The two men waited patiently below. +</p> + +<p> +"Pressing danger?" asked the prince as soon as Diana +had left the room. +</p> + +<p> +"In two hours they'll be here." +</p> + +<p> +"But she's not in any way compromised as far as I can see." +</p> + +<p> +"No, but Linnartz is spreading rumours." +</p> + +<p> +"Sure?" +</p> + +<p> +"The first thing he did when he learned of the chief's +death was to give the ministry the tip to clear Mademoiselle +out. His pretext: the duel was on her account. The +Linnartz factory has been busy!" +</p> + +<p> +"The man is taking his revenge for something or other, +I feel sure," exclaimed the prince. +</p> + +<p> +Diana came back, wrapping the packets of letters in a +cloth which she secured in her waistband. Her two friends +noted that on her left side she carried her revolver in its +brown leather case. She was wearing a brown sailcloth cap, +had a small field-glass slung over her shoulder, and +flourished an elegant cane in her hand. The major recognized +this last item as a souvenir from Lyons. Felix handed her +the little bag of gold, and she gave him a wire. +</p> + +<p> +"Please have this sent to Herr Scherer. Send it in code. +I've left absolutely nothing in writing behind." +</p> + +<p> +They all three stepped forward towards the landing-stage. +Ali and the other servants were scurrying hither +and thither. Mary came, lugging her paraphernalia. Diana +jumped into the boat. As they pushed off she suddenly +fancied Gregor sitting at the helm just as he had sat so +many times during these months coming and going to +and from the little haven. It was the same boat he had +used. +</p> + +<p> +"Our own tiny harbour," she thought. "He used to +laugh in that spot, and I with him. Am I to come here +a second time?" +</p> + +<p> +The major was worrying: "If only that idiot of a +harbourmaster is not on duty yet. He can't possibly be at his +office before eleven." +</p> + +<p> +The prince mused: "Only adventurers are free. We +others plod along our weary way. At the best we allow +ourselves to be shot by one of them." +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p> +Towards evening, Diana awoke in the dark and +evil-smelling cabin. She had slept long, dreamlessly, soundly. +Mary, who was none too eager to trust these Arabs, had +sat by her side, keeping watch. It was the voices of men +singing at their work on the deck overhead that had at +last roused Diana. She lay quietly for a while, motionless, +silent, her eyes staring. Mary, who knew her mistress's +dislike for being spoken to on waking, held her peace. +</p> + +<p> +"Are we already at sea?" +</p> + +<p> +"A long while ago." +</p> + +<p> +"Will it soon be day?" +</p> + +<p> +"It is going on towards night." +</p> + +<p> +"Night? Have I been asleep since yesterday?" +</p> + +<p> +"No, only since noon today." +</p> + +<p> +"Is the wind in the north?" +</p> + +<p> +"Captain says, north-east." +</p> + +<p> +Diana raised herself on her elbow, and asked in a more +vivacious tone: +</p> + +<p> +"The captain? Does he speak Italian?" +</p> + +<p> +"A few words." +</p> + +<p> +"Is he the old man, the handsome old fellow?" +</p> + +<p> +"No, the short one with the grey beard." +</p> + +<p> +"I'm hungry." +</p> + +<p> +"Here's some coffee." +</p> + +<p> +"Aren't there any rusks?" +</p> + +<p> +"Yes, but..." +</p> + +<p> +"Well?" +</p> + +<p> +"We've got to ration ourselves." +</p> + +<p> +"Are you afraid we'll suffer shipwreck?" +</p> + +<p> +"No, but it'll take some time to get to Egypt, and +supplies are not abundant." +</p> + +<p> +"Egypt? Did the captain tell you he was going there?" +</p> + +<p> +"I have not asked him. I just thought that..." +</p> + +<p> +"Why?" +</p> + +<p> +"Because the other day you said you wanted to see the +Sphinx again." +</p> + +<p> +Diana laughed. She threw her two arms round the old +woman's neck: +</p> + +<p> +"You dear, you remember everything." +</p> + +<p> +Suddenly she swung out of the berth, pulled on her top +boots, and said: +</p> + +<p> +"No, we're not going to Egypt. We'll put in at Athens." +</p> + +<p> +"That's nice, too; it's warm," said Mary. +</p> + +<p> +Diana leaned against the tall mast looking westward +through her glasses. A saffron-coloured mountain thrust +up its crest from the level waters, while the sun, concealed +behind a cloud, sent out great shafts of yellow light in all +directions. She dropped the glasses for a moment and +gazed on the scene with the naked eye, then resumed +the glasses once more. Calling over her shoulder, she +said: +</p> + +<p> +"É la costa bulgarese—quella?" +</p> + +<p> +"No, Signora. Samothrace." +</p> + +<p> +The captain came up, and pointed to various salient +points on the mainland, telling her the names of these and +of the islands. +</p> + +<p> +"How many days will it take if the north-easter holds?" +</p> + +<p> +"We may do it in four days." +</p> + +<p> +"And if the wind changes?" +</p> + +<p> +"Six. Possibly eight." +</p> + +<p> +"Have we enough food on board?" +</p> + +<p> +"I had barely an hour to get in provisions. There's plenty +of olives and bread." +</p> + +<p> +"Where else are we likely to put in?" +</p> + +<p> +"Thasos. Maybe Eubœa also." +</p> + +<p> +"Capable crew?" +</p> + +<p> +"The boy's a new hand. The other three are experienced +sailors. No time to pick and choose." +</p> + +<p> +"When was your dhow last caulked?" +</p> + +<p> +"Three weeks ago." +</p> + +<p> +Diana went forward and examined the little sail; she +asked the captain if he did not think it might be braced +up a trifle more. He nodded, and called the youngster, +giving his orders peremptorily in his native tongue, +accompanied as it seemed by a torrent of abuse. +</p> + +<p> +As she now sat on a campstool by the mast, the men +resumed their singing, a monotonous, syncopated melody, +accompanied by the deep moan of the keel cutting through +the waters with a note which gave the impression of a +pedal bass. In the pauses of the song she heard the click-clack +of the cordage against the mast. She looked up to the +spot whence the noise came, then her eyes travelled across +the water, while she mused: +</p> + +<p> +"That sound again, wet cords clapping against wood? +Evening—the weather clearing—promise of fine weather +tomorrow." +</p> + +<p> +The men's voices rose once more, filling the air with +sonorous sound. +</p> + +<p> +"When could it have been?—Two years ago—Azores—when +we were sailing over from Oporto. What a merry +party we were. And that handsome young painter who was +so indignant because there was only one cabin, always full +of people. There must have been five of us in all. What's +happened since? Last April, Baveno. I sailed a good deal +there, but mostly alone. A nice little craft, though a trifle +too light. Today? January is nearly out. The ball in the +Piazza di Spagna did not take place until towards the +close of the carnival—nearly a year ago." +</p> + +<p> +The Arab song floated over to her, monotonous, now +loud, now soft. The damp cordage flapped against the +mast. The sonorous pedal note rose from the keel. +</p> + +<p> +"Over the waters I sail; sailing, sailing over the sea. +Where are you now Gregor, my friend, the proud young +man with the white hair over the temples, where are you? +At the bottom of this sea? Up there in the clouds, which +cling to the last sunset hues as if they were loath to let +another day go by? Or are you in the wind, blowing to +me from another world, helping me on my course, that I +may the sooner win to safety? Are you angry with me? +Had I not come, you would perhaps not have left Olivia +so often alone, and she would never have yielded to +Andreas's love. If I had not left him he would probably never +have come here, would never have called on you, never +have gazed into Olivia's languorous eyes. And if I had +not bitten Linnartz's hand in that hotel room at St. Petersburg, +he might not have been so like a sleuth-hound on +your trail. Entrapped! Again and again the net closes round +me. And I who am so in love with liberty! Am I ever +alone? Can I be sure that that young Arab boy who has +just been getting a wigging on my account, does not hate +me? He may have liked me at first; and now he may +already be laying his plans for my undoing, may be +contemplating murder. What remains in the end? Nothing +but sorrow and loss." +</p> + +<p> +Mary had gently laid a cloak about Diana's shoulders. +Now the young woman slowly drew a locket from the +bosom of her blouse; it had been one of Gregor's gifts. +A slender silver chain; at the end a round, pale green +chrysolite with a motto cut round the margin: Hic et +ubique. She turned the gem in her fingers as she read. +On the reverse side, engraved on a tiny silver disk, was the +date of their first meeting. Very slowly she pressed the +spring, and the locket opened. +</p> + +<p> +A strand of grey hair lay within. +</p> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<p><a id="chap0310"></a></p> + +<h3> +CHAPTER TEN +</h3> + +<p class="noindent"> +Andreas to Nikolai. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +"On board the 'White Star.' +</p> + +<p> +"Quiet days in the archipelago, but I cannot linger in this +pleasant warmth. My whole being has to adapt itself to +equatorial conditions, if you can grasp the meaning of such +a daft kind of expression. +</p> + +<p> +"For be it known to you, my friend, I am off to Zanzibar, +not the isle of dreams peopled with cloves and palm +trees, but to our consulate as attaché, where I shall have to +apply myself to practical work. Is it really that the post +'happened to fall vacant' so that I, doctor of laws, could so +conveniently slip into it? Or was it not, rather, that they +wanted to get rid as quickly as possible of the man who +had murdered the ambassador of a foreign power? I gather +that I, whose poems no one in the home country has +ever taken the slightest notice of, have suddenly become +celebrated, and that people are interested enough in me +to put themselves about in order to save me from detention +in a fortress. The truth is that I am impatient to take up +my job, that I am in love with my work, although the +cause of my going and the place I am going to smack a +little too much of the romantic. +</p> + +<p> +"Meanwhile I am doing my best to keep a new work +that has gripped me lately from intruding itself upon my +conscious life. But it won't stay in the background all the +time. It is taking shape in the form of a kind of rhapsodic +trilogy, vaguely resembling certain things of Hector +Berlioz's. I could give you an idea of it if you were here.... +</p> + +<p> +"It is horrible that my poems should have appeared +just before the catastrophe; they have made a sensation and +already run into several editions. Olivia has gone to the +ancestral castle in Dalmatia; there was a picture of it in +all the papers. Diana has disappeared without leaving a +trace, spirited away from us all, and the cloak of mystery +has once more fallen upon her strong young shoulders. +</p> + +<p> +"The world which had always seemed to me a complicated +but logical phenomenon, has become simpler, more +understandable—because it is unlogical. Anyway, so far as +I am concerned I cannot grasp how it happened that I +should have slain that fine, able, and talented man, made +Olivia a widow and Clemens an orphan, I who had no +conception of bringing about all these disasters at the time I +wooed and won.... +</p> + +<p> +"Othello has become very quiet these days. It is as if +he knew all. I am a little anxious as to how he will +stand the tropics. He will have to be my only muse now; +no more women; no more poetry writing; only work. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +"ANDREAS." +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Linnartz to the Foreign Secretary. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +"Sir, +</p> + +<p> +"I beg to enclose a formal report on recent events. You +will gather from its perusal that the catastrophe came as +the logical consequence of the advent of that adventuress +whose shameless flight has made it impossible for us, by +delivering her over unconditionally to the local authorities, +to counteract Sir Henry's and Le Chat's calumnious +insinuations at the ministry here. +</p> + +<p> +"Indeed, the Minister for Foreign Affairs is more +incensed than ever against us because he firmly believes +that we were instrumental in effecting her escape. You +will see, Sir, from the report, that I did everything in my +power to prevent her departure. Who is responsible for +assisting this female spy to escape, neither I nor the local +authorities have as yet been able to discover. The day it +fell to my happy lot temporarily to take over control of +affairs at the embassy, the most exemplary good order +reigned in the house in spite of the very natural excitement +caused by recent events. The gentlemen of the embassy +were all at their posts, energetically dealing with the more +pressing business, and making preparations, etc. I have +treated as idle gossip the rumour that His Highness Prince +Eduard ... went to see the spy at her villa early that +morning; but at the same time I held it to be my duty to +mention the rumour in my enclosed report. +</p> + +<p> +"Putting things together, I would like to repeat, what +you, Sir, will gather for yourself from my report, that +Count von Münsterberg was the victim of a spy who used +the so-called poet as her stalking-horse to get into the +confidence of the countess (the strange behaviour of the +Great Dane betrayed her machinations); that this same spy +used her seductions to keep the count away from home, +thereby isolating the countess and precipitating the +catastrophe; and all this with a view to getting rid of the count +and replacing him by a protégé of the newspaper magnate +and financier Herr Scherer, whose interests make him wish +to see Baron von Winterthur take over the ambassadorial +post. +</p> + +<p> +"Believe me, Sir, to be +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> + "Your obedient servant,<br> + "LINNARTZ."<br> +</p> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<p><a id="chap0311"></a></p> + +<h3> +CHAPTER ELEVEN +</h3> + +<p> +The Lloyd steamer made +its way into the harbour of Piræus twelve hours overdue. +Scherer, who had left Berlin on the twenty-third, had +thought to arrive in Athens on the last day of February. +Now, as he put his foot on land this morning of March 1st, +he asked himself whether the omen was a favourable one +or otherwise. He had unwillingly to admit that he was +superstitious, and would have done much to rid himself +of this "sign of weakness," as he named it. In this he was +successful for the most part, but the superstitious mood +always reappeared when he had something important on +hand. +</p> + +<p> +And this day seemed to him an important one. Scherer's +serious and thoroughgoing methods of negotiation, his +ways of thinking and of feeling, had now depended upon +the reports of this woman for something like nine months, +a woman he had had under personal observation for no +more than a couple of weeks and with whom he had talked +intimately for one evening only. Her quick perceptions and +her practical good sense had amazed him at the outset, and +it was not until he had received proof of her capacity that +the fact of her beauty began to penetrate his mind and +senses. Just as his intellect built up the separate elements of +the world of things, gradually, into a synthetic whole, so +had he pieced together, bit by bit, the atoms which went +into the composition of this strange young woman. On the +evening when they had dined together, he had for the +first time got a more or less coherent picture, but even +then the splendid unity of form and content baffled him. +</p> + +<p> +How could all this be encompassed within the framework +of one woman, he had asked himself. The unusual +tension of his nerves had informed him that it was, +indeed, the woman in her which stirred him. When he sent +her to see after his interests in the Near East, he hardly +realized how much he had been influenced by the fear +lest her presence near him might distract him from the work +he had in hand. He wanted to have her at a distance; and +yet, when she had gone, he found he missed her sorely. +</p> + +<p> +The purely business nature of their correspondence (for +never a word of personal news slipped into their letters +from either side) removed her to an objective distance. But +when rumour coupled her name with the count's, when +gossip became rife in political circles, a feeling of envy +began to stir in Scherer's heart. For just as Scherer was +many other things besides being a clever thinker, and Count +Münsterberg many things besides being a Don Juan, yet +this fundamental contrast between the two men was bound +in the end to lead to friction. They realized the possibility +themselves. There was, indeed, a conflict in Scherer's mind. +The more his own representative, by her intimacy with the +representative of the country, was able to turn this +friendship to Scherer's account, the more uneasy did he become; +and yet the count's passion was welcome as the +confirmation of Scherer's personal impression of the young woman. +</p> + +<p> +The news of the tragedy had first reached the circles in +which he moved with Linnartz's gloss on it, a gloss not only +expressing the baron's personal pique, but likewise +subservient to the design of advancing the writer in his career. +To most people, therefore, the fatal shot was the symbol +of time's revenges against a man of adventurous temperament; +and no one thought that the countess's honour might +be tarnished by such an interpretation, for every one +considered her blameless. Meanwhile, those in the know had +learned the true motives that lay at the back of the affair. +A week after the first tidings had come to hand, the +second version was all the rage, and was the more readily +believed because of its piquant implications. Scherer had +guessed the truth almost at once, and had pierced to the +heart of Baron Linnartz's intrigue. It speedily became +obvious that Linnartz was going to fight tooth and nail +against Münsterberg's last wishes in the matter of a successor +to the ambassadorial post. Scherer set about countering +Linnartz's activities. Diana had not interrupted her +correspondence with her employer. On the contrary, she +furnished him with such a wealth of detail that he was able to +confute page after page of Linnartz's first report to the +foreign secretary. +</p> + +<p> +Although as business man and as observer Scherer had +felt the count's death keenly, yet at the same time this +removal of a rival had made him easier in his mind, +especially at first. As he paced up and down his library that +night, he could not help exclaiming: "She is free!" Next +day came her wire: "Compelled to leave. Wassilko." Nothing +more. No reason given for her sudden departure, no +mention of where she was going. The major had coded the +message himself, so that it need not go through the office; +and it was unlikely that its contents caused any curiosity +at the capital seeing that every one's interests were +otherwise engaged. So Scherer waited. He was confident of +hearing from her as soon as she was in a position to +communicate with him anew. As for seeing Diana in Berlin, +he knew this was unlikely, for she would have to avoid +the metropolis for a time. When, a week later, he received +her first dispatch, it came from Athens. He thereupon made +up his mind to leave town and seek her out. +</p> + +<p> +He was fond of Athens from of old. As a young man he +had been attracted to that place in preference to Rome, for +he had been trained in the humanities and he loved to +come into close contact with the relics of the most orderly +and magnificent of civilizations. Again, fairly recently, on +the return voyage from Ceylon, he had renewed his +earlier impressions, and come nearer perhaps to understanding +the secrets of Athens' attraction. But he was not +the man to yield to a romantic lure, and to crown these +early weeks of spring by an intrigue with a lovely woman. +He had come here with a definite purpose, for he had +resolved to ask Diana to marry him. His chances, he +surmised, would be all the better if he tried his luck soon, +while she was still stunned by her recent adventure, and +when the security of a comfortable home such as he had +to offer would make a specially strong appeal. +</p> + +<p> +He sent his luggage on to the hotel where he had +ordered a room. Ignoring even the light railway linking +harbour to town, he set forth on foot for Diana's quarters. +It was now ten o'clock; the morning was bright, and so +warm that every one was sporting summer attire. He was +informed that the lady had gone out early. Scherer took +a seat on the terrace, turning his back on the sea he had +been gazing at so many days, and facing the Acropolis. +From no other point, it would appear, could so fine a view +of the temple be obtained, for the west front lay fully +exposed, and from this distance, the slight damages in the +pediment were invisible. One therefore got the impression +of a well-preserved building. Scherer knew the view of old, +and enjoyed it once again in the morning radiance which +seemed to filter through the very substance of the structure. +</p> + +<p> +"I wonder how long she'll be?" +</p> + +<p> +What with the dazzling light, and a certain restlessness +that had come upon him, he got up and made for the marble +hall which ran round the inner side of the terrace. Force +of habit led him to the table where journals of all sorts +lay; and since he had not seen his own newspaper since +leaving Trieste he seized upon that one first. "It must have +come by a faster boat," thought he, "by way of Venice +most likely." His feelings were mixed as he scanned these +familiar columns; for in part he contemplated them with +the boredom of an expert weary of the stale tricks of +journalism; and in part he was animated by a wish to detect +some flaw which would after all prove his presence at the +head of things to be indispensable. +</p> + +<p> +He sat leaning back, his legs crossed. One saw light-grey +trousers, a huge newspaper hiding most of the reader's +body, and a face in profile to the entrance. It was thus +Diana glimpsed him on her return. A whole minute she +stood looking at him, unnoticed, motionless, after her first +gesture of surprise. "Scherer!" At that instant she became +acutely aware that she was a woman. +</p> + +<p> +Scherer put down his paper, and saw Diana, who stood +smiling at him from the doorway. He rose and went calmly +up to her, while she moved towards him, her gait timed +to a nicety so that it was a trifle slower than his. +</p> + +<p> +"My word, she is beautiful," thought the man. +</p> + +<p> +Diana, whom he had always before seen dressed in light +colours, now stood before him clothed entirely in black. +Her tightly clinging gown was almost too narrow in the +skirt to be fashionable, and her wide-brimmed hat was +not such as were being worn at the time. A long silver +chain hung down to below the waist-line; gauntlet gloves +of grey doeskin were pulled well up the forearm. A huge +bunch of Greek violets was pinned into her bodice at the +breast. Her face was tanned as he had always seen it; but +she looked slimmer, and prouder of mien, than his +memory of her had led him to expect. Though her lips were +parted in a smile, they seemed to him more reticent +than ever, and sad. She stretched out a hand in welcome: +</p> + +<p> +"Good-morning. So you've come all the way to Phaleron +to read your own paper! When did you arrive? How +did you get here? You look the picture of health!" +</p> + +<p> +Her voice rang out clear and steady. His voice, too, +sounded like true metal as he answered: +</p> + +<p> +"You are looking well, likewise; and since, as each new +day dawns, Dame Rumour has it that tomorrow you will +die, I thought I'd look you up so as to give her and all of +them the lie." They laughed. +</p> + +<p> +"Are you going to stay down here?" asked she. +</p> + +<p> +"No, in the town." +</p> + +<p> +"Got some decent rooms?" +</p> + +<p> +"I hope so. I've not seen them yet, only just landed, +came here straight from the boat." +</p> + +<p> +"It's a shame to have kept you waiting! I usually go up +to the hill of the gods in the morning." +</p> + +<p> +Scherer thought: "Her questions are apt. Now she knows +that I have come on her account, her use of the word +'waiting' makes the whole thing clear." +</p> + +<p> +Diana thought: "So soon? He lets me know at once that +he has come here only to see me. Probably he has a +definite scheme in mind." +</p> + +<p> +She proposed a walk along the sea-front, and while +questioning him about everything and anything in which +they were mutually interested (though naturally avoiding +a reference to the duel and its consequences), her eyes +travelled over the coastline, the hills, and the islands and, lest +this semi-political conversation should dissipate itself in +chatter about the landscape, she drew his attention to the +works then in progress for the fortification of the shore, +and to the new hangar for the seaplanes. Scherer showed +a lively interest, and yet he was at pains to bring the talk +back to personal topics. After a while he said with a smile: +</p> + +<p> +"May I express a wish that even here, though you are +on furlough, you will continue your work? ..." +</p> + +<p> +She laughed, but more out of courtesy than because she +was amused. +</p> + +<p> +"There's twelve sounding. Shall we go in to lunch?" +</p> + +<p> +As Scherer awaited her in the hall his mood underwent +a change. Diana had stirred him to the depths. She seemed +so alone; as she walked along by the blue sea, a forlorn +little figure in black, mourning for the beloved, the scent +of those wonderful violets around her, her form outlined +through the folds of her tightly fitting dress, she had, all +unawares, awakened the man in Scherer. He, who had left +his artificially warmed office in the capital where the lords +of winter still held sway, had paced the deck of a little +steamship for days, his heart beating in anticipation, had +hoped to find her shaken by her recent experiences. He +had, besides, for many years voluntarily renounced all +intimate friendship with women. Diana had always appealed +to him; now it was the feminine in her that made a special +impression; indeed, at this moment she affected him more +than any woman had ever done before. So greatly were +his senses stirred that he, usually so self-controlled, could +not keep his thoughts off her, but needs must allow his +errant fancy to follow her to her room and picture her as +she slipped off her morning dress and put on an afternoon +gown. He even went so far as to regret his tactfulness +in taking rooms elsewhere, and wished he had put up at +her hotel. But when she came back she was in the same +black dress, and said as they passed into the dining-room +together: +</p> + +<p> +"I like wearing black just now, and anyway nobody +knows me here...." +</p> + +<p> +As luncheon was nearing an end, Scherer said: +</p> + +<p> +"It is nine months since for the first and only time we +sat at table together." +</p> + +<p> +"So long, already?" +</p> + +<p> +"To a day. It was on the first of June." +</p> + +<p> +"How is your beautiful house?" +</p> + +<p> +"My house is empty." +</p> + +<p> +Her hand went to her bosom with a gesture as of defence. +Then, to give herself countenance, she took the flowers +from her bodice and asked the waiter for a glass of water +into which she put the drooping violets. +</p> + +<p> +"They are rather tired, poor things. But it's amazing how +quickly they revive. I buy a big bunch every morning. My +room is full of them. In no land I have ever visited have I +come across such huge violets. Nor have I ever experienced +such a spring. Yes, they come from Attica. So different from +the small, modest violets of the north. Huge blossoms +which seem to open melancholy eyes as if to express the +language of passion." +</p> + +<p> +She spoke very quietly, almost to herself; but her last +words seemed to him a sign, or, at least, they seemed to +give him permission to broach the subject of his thoughts. +</p> + +<p> +"Are you vexed that I should have looked you up?" +</p> + +<p> +"No, no; I am grateful to you for coming. I've been +alone for three weeks with only Mary to talk to. She's +my old servant, who came away with me in the little +sailing boat." +</p> + +<p> +"Did you have favourable winds?" This was the first +he had heard of the method of her escape. +</p> + +<p> +"One day it was a bit slack, but otherwise brisk, mainly +from the north-east." +</p> + +<p> +"It was good of you to think of wiring." +</p> + +<p> +"I did not dare to be more explicit. The prince made +himself responsible. Oh, no, it was the major who saw after +it. And it was he who managed to smuggle me out of the +port." +</p> + +<p> +Scherer was glad that the major's name had come up. +He seized his opportunity to say: +</p> + +<p> +"... The major loves you." +</p> + +<p> +Diana looked up quickly. +</p> + +<p> +"Did he tell you that?" +</p> + +<p> +"Very nearly." +</p> + +<p> +Diana thought: "Felix is absolutely incorrigible. What +can I do to distract Scherer's mind?" +</p> + +<p> +"Do you know that you've just come in time for the +carnival?" she said aloud. "The whole town is full of music +and laughter. Nearly a week it lasts. Shall we go and have +a look at it?" +</p> + +<p> +They agreed to meet later at his hotel. He bade her +good-bye for the time, and went to his rooms. Here he changed, +read his correspondence, answered what was necessary. +Then he stepped out on the balcony which looked on +to the gardens adjoining the royal palace, and on to the +big square. Every minute the number of masqueraders +increased; they must form at least half of all those who +are now promenading the streets, he thought. The bright +colours swamped the sober greys and blacks of everyday +fashion. As soon as he caught sight of Diana driving up, +he went downstairs to meet her, and soon they were lost +in the crowd of merry-makers. +</p> + +<p> +In order not to be too conspicuous, she had put on a +grey dress, and a violet-coloured veil almost covered her +hat. As they reached the corner by his hotel, they stopped, +and for a moment they were completely surrounded. +Women and boys, addressing them in a medley of +languages, were pressing their wares upon them: great +branches of apple blossom, round and resplendent like +buxom women; delicate pink almond sprays, willowy and +tall; huge bundles of blue hyacinths; cascades of yellow +tulips; and, conspicuous among them all, the huge bunches +of violets whose dreamlike flowers seemed to resent the +restricting string which bound them together. +</p> + +<p> +"These people know me," said Diana, laughing. "I have +to trundle the whole cart load off to Phaleron most days. +Today..." +</p> + +<p> +Suddenly, she had an idea. She separated one lad from +his comrades, gave him a note, and told him to take the +whole contents of his handcart to the hotel and ask the +porter to put them in Herr Scherer's room. Scherer +gathered from her gestures what she had in mind, and, turning +to another vender, bought a bunch of violets for her to +wear. He gave it to her, saying: +</p> + +<p> +"So little, for so much." +</p> + +<p> +His voice trembled slightly as he spoke. It was the first +time she had known him to be deeply moved. "He is +indeed poor, this man; for all his millions could not buy +that barrow of flowers I (who tomorrow may be penniless) +have just sent to his room!" +</p> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<p><a id="chap0312"></a></p> + +<h3> +CHAPTER TWELVE +</h3> + +<p> +They spent the next few +days wandering about on foot, driving to this place and +that, taking a boat and sailing upon the waters of the +Ægean Sea. Hitherto they had known each other only +from afar; now they studied one another close at hand. +How contrasted were their temperaments! Their lives had +run along such different paths of experience, and yet their +intellectual and instinctive sympathies bridged the gulf +that might otherwise have yawned between them. Scherer +had escaped from the northern winter and from his +professional duties. Now the companionship of this young +woman was to confirm his first impression of her. She +interested him, she was prolific of ideas, she was productive +in her work; and yet it seemed to him that the woman in +her was again slipping through his fingers, and that all +he had beside him was a trusty friend. Diana, whose doubts +of him had been laid to rest as soon as he had resumed +his ordinary poise, was eager to discover all she could of +this man whose brain was a match for hers, and whose +knowledge of the world was far superior. +</p> + +<p> +When, four days later, they met by appointment in the +museum to look at the Mycenean relics, he seemed +pleasurably excited. Drawing a telegram from his pocket, he +handed it to Diana, saying: +</p> + +<p> +"Something to cheer you up!" +</p> + +<p> +She read: "Winterthur to succeed Münsterberg. Linnartz +to go. Foreign secretary probably retiring." +</p> + +<p> +"A voice from the tomb," murmured Diana, as she gave +the slip of paper back to him. "Maybe this is the modern +equivalent of the old-fashioned ghost, the way to make +your influence felt after death! These people of an age +long past took gold with them into the grave, and we of +a later generation stand looking at them as they lie in +their glass cases. This cup with the running lions carved +upon it speaks to us of the spirit of Agamemnon. And +look at this one, and this, are they not perfect?" +</p> + +<p> +They examined the treasures in the glass cases for a +while; a dagger, a pot, a ring. Then, quite suddenly, Diana +exclaimed: +</p> + +<p> +"Linnartz to go!? They should have strung him up to +the first lamp-post that came handy!" +</p> + +<p> +Scherer smiled as he answered, mimicking Linnartz's +voice and manner: +</p> + +<p> +"Throughout he assumed an absolutely unprejudiced +attitude, and deserves a good mark against his name in the +State archives." +</p> + +<p> +Diana resumed her study of the contents of the glass +cases in silence. After a while they passed out of that room +and into the one where the coffins are preserved. She had +become very quiet, as if she were no longer aware of +Scherer's presence. Then she noticed that his attention was +concentrated upon one tomb in particular. He stood +contemplating it for many minutes. A naked youth, life size, +was depicted on it, in very low relief. Leaping towards him +was a greyhound. Beneath, was carved the Greek word: +Χαϊρε!—Scherer knew what was in Diana's thoughts. +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p> +That evening as they were dining at his hotel, the tumult +from the streets came to them through the open windows. +Carnival frolics were in full swing. The sound of flutes, +rattles, mandolins, and drums, mixed with the patter of +many feet, filled the wide square. There were calls and +screams, snatches of music and laughter. Like fireflies on +a summer evening in the north, little Japanese lanterns +flickered and fluttered by in the gloaming. But away there +beyond the noise and the bustle, rose the flat-topped hill +crowned with the silent, stately pile of the Acropolis, still +glowing faintly in the light of the western sky. The scent +of the orange blossom was wafted to them from the royal +gardens, to mingle with all the other springtime perfumes +within the room and without. +</p> + +<p> +Scherer's fancy endowed his companion with magic arts, +and he felt as if bewitched with a circle of her making. +She had a long Venetian shawl wrapped round her shoulders, +a garment she dearly loved. The lamp shone softly +down upon her bare head, and Scherer was struck with the +difference in her looks tonight from what he remembered +of her as she had sat that evening nine months ago on +the terrace of his home in her pale lilac silk frock. He was +amazed at her faculty for changing her appearance, of +becoming, as it were, a different woman, adapted to different +moods and circumstances. The barriers he had so carefully +set up around him were being broken down one by one +as his interest and curiosity were aroused. A tone of +subdued excitement was in his voice as he spoke. +</p> + +<p> +"On the way here, I kept on thinking that in this land +at least you should adopt the Greek form of your name, +and call yourself Artemis. Yet now it seems to me that +Cassandra would be a more fitting appellation, and that I +should be awaiting your oracle." +</p> + +<p> +"Just listen to the way that merry throng is responding to +your rhetoric," laughed Diana. "Little drum-taps such as +the god will call for when he is in a good humour, and +before he has lost his head. Lanterns swaying joyously over +the heads of the merrymakers, who are laughing and +singing as if Death were dead and everlasting life were the +key to happiness!" +</p> + +<p> +"Do you want to die?" asked Scherer, calmly. +</p> + +<p> +She raised her arms slightly, so that the black folds of +the shawl fell apart, disclosing the delicate tint of her bare +neck. +</p> + +<p> +"Why do you ask?" she said reservedly but without any +coldness in her voice. "Had I wished to do so, should I not +already have gone from this life, now, when a part of my +very self has slipped from my hands and vanished into +the night of darkness? Yes, I loved Count Münsterberg, and +the baron's lies are in essence truths far greater than he +can have any idea of, for it was on my account that +Gregor died. I felt all along that the affair must come to +a violent end. Only I did not know who the victim would +be. In any case our friendship would have had to cease as +soon as the poet or the countess decided to go away. It might +very well have turned out that I was to be the victim. But +fate struck him...." +</p> + +<p> +She sighed, caught in the toils of pain renewed, her +eyes lowered on to the table. Then she turned towards +the square and looked at the medley of masqueraders +below. Her voice was steady when she resumed: +</p> + +<p> +"And we three go on living, all three of us, who mourn +his death. I, who was the greatest loser, do I not sit here +at dinner with you, feel the scent of flowers around me, +wear a nosegay of violets at my breast, listen to the joyous +calls of the Athenian youth, just as if nothing unusual had +happened? We are enmeshed in the web of life; don't +you feel it too? And since I am thus enmeshed I do not +choose to die before I have experienced all there is to +experience. To taste of everything just once—in order to be +able to despise everything." +</p> + +<p> +She flung the last words across the table to him, a note of +challenge in her voice. But he had long since known that +she despised possessions and wealth. Nevertheless he picked +up the gauntlet she had thus thrown down, for he was +resolved to make his request, now, fearlessly and without +ambiguity. Yet when the moment came to put the question +in cold blood, his heart failed him; his intellect took +command, and all he was able to say was: +</p> + +<p> +"So much striving after harmony and yet so great +disquietude! Need one really experience everything in actual +reality? You, who are a student of Plato, is it possible +that you should not have recognized what I fully +recognized when I decided to confine my activities in life +to the narrow circle of my present occupations—narrow, +for all the outer world may think to the contrary? You who +have gained in a few years a knowledge of the world +which others take many decades to acquire, can afford to +break away from your present way of living. And I urge +you: give it up now. Concentrate your activities, instead +of scattering them to the four winds. Try to possess +yourself of yourself. Make your life secure and safe; do this +hand in hand with me, as mistress of my house, which you +once were kind enough to praise. I came to Athens for no +other purpose than to ask you to be my wife." +</p> + +<p> +With a sudden inspiration, he took up the orange he had +peeled, divided it in half, and handed one portion over +the table to Diana. Moved by his impassioned speech, she +reached towards the fruit, and as she did so she met his +eyes fixed on her with an expression of infinite longing, +most unusual in a man accustomed to command. +</p> + +<p> +"I accept the half," she said, unflinchingly, as she kept +her eyes on his, "for I feel that you are my friend.—You +said well. Harmony. It might be thought a rather +venturesome word to utter in this place and at this time. +Yet over there, on the hill of the gods, which the night +has now swallowed up so that I can no longer see it as +background to your silhouette; over there, harmony watches +over the present, harmony in its everlasting embodiment. +But I am not a column, or a structure of stone, or, even, +a tree. You have created for yourself a world of security +wherein you may dwell in peace and harmony; I love life +precisely because of its insecurity, and, because of this love +of mine, I have no fear of death. You with your clear +vision, have you not noticed that I have no roots? Did I +not hear you say—I am so fond of your voice, it rings +true—did I not hear you say my name that evening on the +terrace of your home as if you understood all its +implications? And again, when you were coming down here to +see me, you thought of me as Artemis. I am for the +chase, for a lifelong chase through the world. Even if I +do strive after harmony, I must have freedom all around +me. Would you ever grant freedom to your wife? Every +freedom, even to the ultimate, the freest of freedoms?—Have +I lost you now by my refusal? Please, please, do not +deprive me of your confidence, you who came to +recognize what I was, and what my worth. Please—shake +hands...." +</p> + +<p> +He set the half of the orange on the table and took her +outstretched hand. He held it for a moment, but did not +kiss it. +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p> +Towards midnight she prepared to go back to her hotel. +He begged to be allowed to drive to Phaleron with her. +The carriage could only move along at a foot's pace, so +densely packed were the streets with revellers. Even now, +the air was full of confetti, and flowers long since withered +were thrown aloft with jubilant cries. As they neared the +outskirts of the town, the crowd gradually thinned, and +the going was better. The sweet air was blowing from +the sea. They had both lapsed into a mood of quiet +contemplation, and it was with a faraway smile that Scherer +shook some confetti out of her shawl. He, as a northerner +unused to southern exuberance, had been more bewildered +by the noise and commotion than she, and the heavy +southern wine flowed sluggishly through his veins. His +mind was clouded, and in vain did he try to fill the great +black void which her answer had dug in his very heart. +The little act of flicking the confetti from the folds of her +wrap was no more than a pretext; he wanted to be nearer +to her, and yet was fearful lest by some rash move he might +spoil his chances for ever. +</p> + +<p> +With the knowledge of an experienced woman, Diana +knew the struggle that was going on within him, and was +cogitating as to the best way to meet him. Since Gregor's +death her senses were benumbed. Never in her life had +she been so free from all sensual desire, especially in the +springtime of the year. Scherer took her hand in his, slowly +unbuttoned her glove, and suddenly bowed his dark head +over the back of the hand he held, covering it with kisses. +</p> + +<p> +"I am lonely," he said disjointedly. "Won't you—join +me—?" +</p> + +<p> +Looking down at him, she murmured: +</p> + +<p> +"You want a faithful and devoted wife, and children +in your home. I need freedom." +</p> + +<p> +His passionate desire grew as the conviction was forced +upon him that he pleaded in vain. Instinct took possession, +while intellect went to sleep in the warm and fragrant +night. He seized her hand, her arm, and said: +</p> + +<p> +"Diana! I would have given my life..." +</p> + +<p> +She felt him pressing against her shoulder, and realized +how shaken he was, how his whole spirit bent beneath +the emotional stresses of this hour. Even more, she knew +that now he was asking her to accept no more than what +a hundred other women would have accepted on the terms, +and she recalled the honourable proposals with which he +had at first pressed his suit, in spite of the facts he knew +about her previous life. Again she felt, as in days gone by, +that there inevitably comes a moment when the platonic +affection between man and woman breaks down before +the onslaught of human instincts. +</p> + +<p> +They had passed the sea-front, had driven along the +quay, and were now coming to the lighted streets again, to +houses, and at any minute might be crossing the path of +other vehicles. She made him sit up and begged him to +compose himself. As they drew near her hotel, she took +him kindly by the hand. +</p> + +<p> +"Try to—pull yourself together—go back and have a +good sleep...." +</p> + +<p> +They drew up. He sprang out and helped her to alight, +hardly touching her in the process. Then he asked in +as matter-of-fact tones as he could muster: +</p> + +<p> +"And tomorrow?" +</p> + +<p> +She stood pensive for a second, then said gaily: +</p> + +<p> +"Tomorrow? Weren't we going to Salamis tomorrow?" +</p> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<p><a id="chap0313"></a></p> + +<h3> +CHAPTER THIRTEEN +</h3> + +<p> +Evening was drawing +on. On the topmost step of the Parthenon, her left elbow +resting on her knee and her chin in the cup of her hand, +sat Diana in her long black draperies, motionless as a +statue, her gaze towards the sea. Only a veil streaming out +from behind the pillar gave evidence that between the rigid +column and the woman seated there, the wind, a living +creature, was at work. +</p> + +<p> +Scherer's tall figure was seen mounting the white steps +towards the Propylæum. He liked to visit the great +antiques, and to ignore the little ones which the moderns have +interspersed here and there as if to give relief. His +expression was typical of a man thoroughly enjoying his leisure; +he looked lively and his face was lit up by a smile of +perfect contentment. Muscular, perhaps a trifle too broad in +the shoulders in spite of his height, he might have been +taken for an Englishman; and yet his thoughtful cast of +countenance showed him to be in reality a member of the +German confraternity. He was, indeed, more akin to the +massive, square-cut structure of the Propylæum, than to +the temple itself, and during his sojourn in Athens had +made frequent pilgrimages to study the portal. When he +reached the platform and turned his steps westward, he +became aware of Diana's dark shape away there in the corner. +</p> + +<p> +"Is solitude after all the fundamental need of this +woman?" he wondered as he advanced towards her. "Or +is it just that she is seeking refuge from me? She behaves +differently to others, I feel it in my bones; does not +succumb to these long meditative pauses, which at times +develop into actual flight. I wonder whether, having refused +my offer of a secure life, she will one day give herself to +me freely.... She will not grow old; suddenly, she'll die; +but she'll leave no heirs behind, leave no sign of her +passage...." +</p> + +<p> +She had caught sight of him now, and they had nodded +recognition without uttering a word. Diana looked up at +him, thinking: +</p> + +<p> +"Modern clothes usually look so ridiculous up here among +these noble columns; but he looks well, he's so elastic in +his gait, and how earnest is his expression. He's as healthy +an animal as I, and he thinks he acts up to the same laws—and +yet in reality how different are our outlooks! He is +devoted to me—but he would fight me tooth and nail. His love +stirs me, and I could give him all, everything—except my +personal freedom. That I must safeguard...." +</p> + +<p> +His clear voice broke in on her musings. +</p> + +<p> +"I'm late. Business. One can't get away from it completely." +</p> + +<p> +"The sun is setting over Corinth—it must be past six +o'clock." +</p> + +<p> +"... Ah, you've been reading them," he said, taking his +place beside her on the step and picking up a little book she +had let fall. +</p> + +<p> +"Yes, but I should have done better to refrain. Andreas's +poems, the ones he wrote to me, are more delightful to read +in his own delicate script than here in cold print, on +hand-made paper...." +</p> + +<p> +Scherer turned over the pages as one who knew the book +well, seeking for a special poem of his choice. Then in his +clear, metallic voice, which he subdued to the spirit of the +verses and the place where he was sitting, he read the poem +he loved. As his lips shaped the words, Diana was transported +back to the isle where they had first been written; +she forgot his proximity for a while, but as with the concluding +words he let the book sink, and she was brought back +to the present, she marvelled that he had been able to read +so unfalteringly—for did they not apply to his case with +special poignancy? Now he was saying: +</p> + +<p> +"And—what about those he wrote to Countess Olivia?" +</p> + +<p> +But her thoughts were elsewhere as she answered: +</p> + +<p> +"At first I was troubled by such passion. I asked myself +where it would find a suitable outlet. I wondered what +dreams would come to play havoc with this young soul. +Then he found Olivia." She paused a moment, and +Scherer knew she was thinking of many things in her life +with Andreas, things that were for her alone. "And then," +again she paused. When she resumed, her voice trembled +slightly. "Then I asked myself whether these verses had not +been paid too dear, whether they were beautiful enough to +warrant such an expenditure, whether the gods had been +right to sacrifice Gregor the man of the world to Andreas +the poet?" +</p> + +<p> +"Well," said Scherer reassuringly, "maybe they would +have been wrong if Münsterberg's work had gone down +with him, if his opponent Muthesius had replaced him +instead of Winterthur...." +</p> + +<p> +"Yes, Winterthur has come," she affirmed, looking at her +companion with steady fearlessness. "And was not that +his achievement, the last work of a dying man? It seems +almost as if he had bequeathed his convictions to his +follower, a spiritual heritage, so that his nation might be +safeguarded from war; or, if war comes nevertheless, that his +people shall find a treaty awaiting them in an emergency +where they expected to find a foe." +</p> + +<p> +Scherer smiled. +</p> + +<p> +"Is the world spirit to be rehabilitated? Is Hegel to oust +Plato in order that a northern friend may be pleased?" +</p> + +<p> +His tone was comradely, as it had been ever since the +night of the carnival. He had deliberately assumed it as +armour against his own too passionate feelings. Even +today she let him have his little joke, for she well knew he +merely wished for a confirmation of his own statement. +She could not help smiling in her turn when she reflected +that at another time and in another mood she would have +been swayed by passion to give a far different judgment +from the one she had spoken with such wise audacity. +</p> + +<p> +She, therefore, left his question unanswered, saying +brightly: +</p> + +<p> +"And what are the northern friend's plans?" +</p> + +<p> +"He must soon be off." +</p> + +<p> +"When?" she asked with a sigh. +</p> + +<p> +"At the end of the week." +</p> + +<p> +She smiled. +</p> + +<p> +"And today is Friday—I know, because Mary told me +this morning." +</p> + +<p> +As if to anchor herself to this land, she grasped the lip +of the marble step. He noticed her movement, noticed how +eagerly she leaned forward drinking in the landscape and +the sea. After a while he said: +</p> + +<p> +"You'll stay on here, I suppose. Of course. Only I'm afraid +that in summer the heat may..." +</p> + +<p> +His mien was solicitous; but she laughed. +</p> + +<p> +"I'm in your service, and four months' leave is more than +even an operatic tenor would expect! Let me have—shall +we say four, or five, weeks more. Then I'll come back to +the office again. On the first of May, when I come +knocking at your door, I should be grateful to find you at +home...." +</p> + +<p><br><br></p> + +<p class="t3"> +END OF VOLUME ONE +</p> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<p><a id="chap0401"></a></p> + +<h2> +BOOK FOUR +</h2> + +<p><br><br></p> + +<h3> +CHAPTER ONE +</h3> + +<p> +In the opera of <i>Manon</i>, the +curtain had just been lowered for the second time. Prince +Eduard stood in the entry to his box looking quietly down +on the disturbed ant-heap below. Yet he hardly saw the +people, for his heart was beating a wild response to the drama +he had been witnessing; indeed the spirit of adventure was +singing within him, in strains wilder by far than those he +had just been hearing; a phantasmagoria of freedom and +destiny passed to and fro before his mind as it had so often +done before; a high tide of emotion, in conspicuous +contrast to the habitual state of his feelings, now flooded his +being. Ever since boyhood, music had been able to transport +him to a brighter world; and when adventure beckoned +him, even his hypercritical senses were laid to rest, +so that he became nothing more than an eager and simple-hearted +auditor. A girl's voice, grave beyond her years, broke +in on his meditations: +</p> + +<p> +"But why does Manon give up the poet whom she loves, +and why does she let him be arrested by the officer?" +</p> + +<p> +She put the question to her cousin with disingenuous +emphasis, for she fancied that, since he invariably gave +foolish answers, he must know a very great deal and say much +less than he knew. +</p> + +<p> +Eduard, thus suddenly dragged from the world of his +fancy into that of his family, was furious at the interruption. +The two spheres were such absolutely separate entities +that he went from one into the other as through a trap-door. +A certain amount of commotion invariably followed. +He looked down at the eager face of his cousin, rose slightly +on his toes, and said harshly: +</p> + +<p> +"Officer versus poet, cara Matilda? Just imagine the +composer of this tragi-comedy as your lover. Then along comes +Herbert, in full-dress uniform, death's head on shako, +stupendous boots, and all the rest of it—for whom would +your heart flutter, eh?" +</p> + +<p> +"Must it be so?" he thought, as he swept his opera glasses +round the house. Then he laid them aside. Strange idea, to +give a whole evening, once every week, to this naïve cousin +of his.... Why did he do it? ... One ought to strike out +more for oneself.... +</p> + +<p> +Berlin seemed crabbed and confined after his experience +among intriguing diplomats in foreign parts. At least they +did come within hailing distance of adventure.... But +here? ... How constantly his thoughts were travelling to +that Balkan world tonight! ... What things were +possible down there; what a part women could play in +affairs.... Old-time customs, old-time outlooks, had +persisted, amid modern refinements and daring ventures; a +strange medley of west and east struggling for supremacy +in that disintegrated world.... +</p> + +<p> +"Do you think she goes to live with her officer?" The +voice bored itself into his ears. +</p> + +<p> +"Après minuit," he growled. +</p> + +<p> +She turned away from him in a huff. +</p> + +<p> +Again he was immersed in the tangle of his thoughts. +"That will teach her not to ask such silly questions. She's +blushed right down her neck and farther, to her utterly +uninteresting body beneath her clothes. She's actually gasping +for breath! And that's what our race is bred from.... +Young cow! ... Ah, me, how was it such an anarchical +creature as myself found its way into the lying-in chamber +of a princely house?..." +</p> + +<p> +His companion had discovered some friends; she was +nodding to them, and insisted that he should bow to them +likewise. Now she was happy. +</p> + +<p> +"To find reflections of oneself, always oneself ... that's +the idea," he thought, pursing up his lips and whistling his +scorn inaudibly down the wind. But Manon—such women, +who dance before the chariot of liberty like that groom of +old who used to run clearing the way in front of Egyptian +equipages.... Always ready to bestow themselves, lavishing +their gifts, thoughtless of themselves, unsteady, undisciplined, +carried away—redskins of the world of the emotions.... +Shafts of freedom shot from sparkling eyes ... where +else can one find them except on the stage? ... There was +one woman ... yes, that morning.... Then the brown +sail of her boat disappeared in the waters near that southern +capital ... it seemed to get redder.... +</p> + +<p> +An insistent noise startled him from his reverie. It was +the call-bell summoning the people back to their seats. +Eduard stepped up behind the chair in which his cousin +was sitting. He leaned very lightly on the back of it with +one hand while with the other he once more swept the +auditorium with his glasses before retreating to his corner +to listen. +</p> + +<p> +Suddenly he gripped the glasses firmer, his lips twitched; +he was like a man who quite unexpectedly finds his dream +coming true. He saw some one he knew leaning over the +railing of her box. She could only just have come in, +for her left foot was still upon the last of the shallow steps +leading down to the front of the box. A draught of cold +air must be coming through the door at her back, for she +pulled her silk wrap closer around her. Her dauntless and +radiant profile made her look for all the world like that +carving of Nike which had served as a figure-head so many +hundred years ago. Even the short hair gave an impression +of wind and movement, for the curls trembled above the +sun-tanned neck like wavelets breaking against a barque. +She wore no gloves, and supported herself on the tips of +her fingers as she looked down at the crowd below. At this +moment she seemed to be the very embodiment of freedom +and youth. +</p> + +<p> +Yes, it was she, it was Diana, appearing thus before him +in response to the memories which Manon's voice and +destiny had revived. He stood, gazing his fill. He had found +what he had not sought but had yearned for, and his feeling +gradually passed from surprise to conviction as his dream +took on flesh and blood before his very eyes. His first +impulse was to go and join her; he raged in his heart at the +social convention which decreed that he should stay where +he was, at his cousin's side. +</p> + +<p> +Then the lights went out, the magic wand of the +conductor was raised, a fresh act began, and Eduard knew +that for half an hour he would have to peer through the +opalescent twilight trying to discern her box, wondering +why she was alone, his brain in a turmoil, his ears assailed +by Manon's voice and passion. +</p> + +<p> +He had known for some weeks now that she was in town, +and he might very well have looked her up. Yet he had +hesitated even to find out where she was living, had +contented himself with the hope of meeting her some day by +chance in the street, in a concert hall, at the play. Now +Manon, behind the footlights, was laughing and loving, +betraying her friend in all innocence, weeping over her +fault; and it seemed to the young man that he, the third +son of a reigning prince, was being drawn into a magic +circle wherein he himself, the adventuress on the stage, and +the woman over there in the box, were interconnected by +imponderable bonds.... +</p> + +<p> +In imagination he transferred the singer to the box and +Diana to the stage; instantly he felt the freedom and tempo, +the love, passion, and youth of Manon to be redoubled; it +seemed to him that the orchestra lagged behind the +accelerated impetus of the singer.... The fanciful vision +disappeared, to be replaced by memories.... Summer months +enlivened with her laughter.... A morning when she +had wept the death of a friend.... Again he saw those +same bronzed features, blooming and fresh.... What +strangers they were to one another in spite of the many +months of proximity ... not one moment of intimacy +during the whole time.... But he had thought of her a +great deal, and compared her, always compared her with +other people and other things.... +</p> + +<p> +The act was nearing its end. He crept noiselessly out of +his box so as not to make his cousin aware of his desertion, +and when the lights went up and the applause was at its +height, he was already by Diana's side. +</p> + +<p> +She did not notice him for a second or two, and his +delicacy forbade his forcing himself upon her attention. +Indeed, he was reluctant to disturb the picture before him. +Unheeding the commotion around her, she sat leaning back +in her chair, her elbow resting on the upholstered ledge, +her hand curved over ear and temple, her neck, shoulders, +and arm silhouetted against a background of lights. She +did not seem to belong to this time and to this modern +opera house, but must surely be some nymph of ancient +days woefully astray! +</p> + +<p> +The moment of ecstatic delight was over. She awoke from +her trance, turned round, and became aware of the prince's +eyes upon her. Was he intentionally assuming the same +pose as on that morning when they had bade farewell to +one another? It seemed but yesterday. A shade arose +behind him, a shade belonging to the past, belonging to an +episode she had lived under his very eyes. With an effort, +she dismissed these ghosts of yesteryear, rose to greet him, +and stretched her long, virile hand towards him as he stood +on the upper step at the back of the box. +</p> + +<p> +"Good evening, Your Highness," she said with formal +simplicity. +</p> + +<p> +The words fell on his ears like faraway strains of a +violin; they seemed the embodiment of a friendly reserve, +of a chaste salutation, as if he and she had certain rights and +preferences in common. He had taken her hand and was +looking down at it as it lay in his; following up the line of +blue veins, his mind became a blank. He forgot to kiss her +hand as was the custom, and let it drop, while he stammered +somewhat incoherently: +</p> + +<p> +"Thanks, thanks...." +</p> + +<p> +Diana was puzzled. What had become of his habitual +savoir-faire? She had expected a witty phrase, a sparkling +repartee. What on earth was he thanking her for? She +must rise to the occasion and help him out of his embarrassment. +Looking up at him with merry, challenging eyes, she +said softly: +</p> + +<p> +"How would it be if you ventured the plunge? You are +rather high-perched up there!" +</p> + +<p> +He smiled gratefully as he came down the shallow steps +towards her. +</p> + +<p> +"Not being successful in running you to earth anywhere +else, I thought I might draw the Manon covert!" +</p> + +<p> +"How daintily you dish up your lies! You see, Scherer +has told me how long you've been in town." +</p> + +<p> +"Still, for the moment it has the deliciously bitter-sweet +flavour of quince ice—or have I just invented the delicacy?" +</p> + +<p> +"For Manon, Prince," she rejoined, taking her seat. +</p> + +<p> +"The wish is there, but I have no hopes! Our worthy +forefathers were wont to go behind the scenes when their +hearts were captured by the fair. Elopement followed...." +</p> + +<p> +"Mm," commented Diana, crossing her legs, and sticking +her hand behind her between the chair and her back in a +very boyish attitude. Her voice took on a cutting tone as of +a fine whiplash. "She'd smell of make-up, and would hurl a +volley of abuse at the manager's head. The stage is all very +well for those who, having no courage in their hearts, are +willing to buy their dreams." +</p> + +<p> +"And what about us?" asked Eduard incautiously. The +words had hardly passed his lips before he regretted having +spoken so heedlessly. +</p> + +<p> +Diana frowned, and drew her shawl round her shoulders. +She appeared to be withdrawing, isolating herself. That +"us" seemed to her an impertinence. Nevertheless, she +would treat him indulgently because he was obviously not +himself tonight. So she retorted calmly: +</p> + +<p> +"We? I have no idea how you live." +</p> + +<p> +"Outwardly reasonable; inwardly a crusade," he growled. +</p> + +<p> +"To Atlantis?" she queried mockingly. +</p> + +<p> +"To the Holy Land, Mademoiselle." +</p> + +<p> +Again she was nonplussed. Could this really be the man +she had known, the man who had always barricaded the +approaches to his heart with a thickset hedge of mockery? +She opened her shawl a little at the throat with a +conciliatory gesture, and as she caught the look in his eyes +she suddenly realized what a terribly lonely man he was. +Then the thought flashed through her mind that perhaps +her image had been with him ever since the day they +had parted, and that maybe all he needed to give him back +his customary self-possession was a deliberate reference to +the past, a thing she had so far avoided. She made the +plunge. +</p> + +<p> +"I saw Countess Olivia recently." +</p> + +<p> +"Is she in Berlin?" +</p> + +<p> +"She has been here." +</p> + +<p> +The mention of Olivia's name opened the sluices of +memory for them both. They relived those hours which +they had experienced together. It was as if some secret +they had shared in common had been recalled, sealing a +friendship whose roots lay far back in wellnigh forgotten +events and tinting it with faintly erotic hues. Diana's +thoughts glanced over the twenty-five years of her life; the +prince toyed with notions which were a mixture of desire +and irony. +</p> + +<p> +Once more the house was filled with the shrill-voiced bell. +Eduard drew himself up as though he were a young officer, +clapped his heels smartly together, fixed his monocle into his +left eye-socket, and said with an affected twang: +</p> + +<p> +"May I, with three compliments prolonged, as the son of +a petty caliph, ask you for your Mutabor, or, rather, your +'phone number, so that I may make an appointment? And +when may I have the pleasure...?" +</p> + +<p> +"Always," she answered smartly. +</p> + +<p> +But he felt that such a word falling from her lips was too +vague; he wanted her to be more precise. +</p> + +<p> +"Always? Does that mean constantly?" +</p> + +<p> +She laughed. +</p> + +<p> +"Always means over and over again! But just now it +means away with you, for it will be dark in a minute and +then you'll be a prisoner in my cave, and here comes the +magician already, knocking at the door." +</p> + +<p> +Many years of training in the conventional civilities now +all at once had their way with the young man, and he +remembered his obligations to the lady awaiting him in the +box opposite; the clockwork inside him automatically set its +pace to the tempo of his eighteenth-century ancestors; and +just as Diana, somewhat discomfited by his abrupt change +of manner, was expecting him to stay, he growled: +</p> + +<p> +"My cousin is expecting me back; not safe for her to be +alone in the dark; some one might make advances from a +neighbouring box, you know...." +</p> + +<p> +"Please go, then," she said airily, giving her attention to +the stage. +</p> + +<p> +He went without saying another word. +</p> + +<p> +"The trees in the forest sing when they are swept by the +wind," thought Diana. "When the prince play-acts he +betrays himself, and he is for ever play-acting. Then he is +like those little negresses who press their arms tightly over +their breasts, for he is conscious of the nakedness of his +soul.... Why do we always try to hide the best that is in +us? ... Ah me, he should choose a little girl like that +cousin of his and lead her home to be his bride; it is such +as she should be mistress in the halls of his ancestors. That +'cello is playing as if it were the voice of fate...." +</p> + +<p> +The prince opposite was also dreaming. +</p> + +<p> +"Freedom! And were she no more than the beautiful, +gay, wise thing she is, she'd be the very essence of freedom! +... Bronze, as if it were still summer and we were in the +south.... She is a lady of such high breeding as might +arouse the envy of my own folk who have taken years to +attain the miserable culture they possess.... Hold her! +Hold her, Eduard!" +</p> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<p><a id="chap0402"></a></p> + +<h3> +CHAPTER Two +</h3> + +<p> +It was February 1913. +</p> + +<p> +In a corner of Baroness Mühlwerth's reception room, +Scherer and Prince Eduard were exchanging sly digs at the +crowd of sycophants assembled there. They were +interrupted by a high-pitched voice belonging to a man who +wore a galaxy of decorations. +</p> + +<p> +"Always drawing away into corners, you big bugs in the +world of finance, eh?" +</p> + +<p> +Sensing that their conversation was critical of the gathering, +the foreign secretary, their host, had steered his way +through the throng, hoping to break the tête-à-tête, and +was shaking hands effusively. +</p> + +<p> +"You financiers! Incorruptible, accepting no political +honours or decorations or titles, independent of this world's +goods, free to have your own thoughts, a king without the +incumbrance of a crown—that's what I call true twentieth-century +freedom! What? Or am I to gather from the prince's +ironical expression that he is challenging me to say the +twenty-first century? Yes, yes," said the minister, raising his +voice, for a glance in a wall mirror showed him that a group +of left-wing members were standing just behind him, "a +new day is dawning over Prussia, and I should indeed count +myself a lucky man if I could enlist such brains as associates." +</p> + +<p> +"Your Excellency is well aware," Scherer replied coldly, +"that I have never placed too high a value on my business +affairs, but, for the present, I am indispensable as a factor +in their running smoothly." +</p> + +<p> +"Unpatriotic, my friend; and in the best sense of the +word, unsocial!——What do you think?" he asked, turning +to the prince. +</p> + +<p> +"If I may be allowed to contradict, I should say, the more +unsocial the more independent in his judgment when new +ideas are put to the test, those new ideas which one greets +with an ironical expression!" +</p> + +<p> +"You talk that way because you are the youngest of several +brothers and will never have to worry about governing." +</p> + +<p> +"If I'd had the misfortune to be the first-born I should +not have deprived my little country of the benefit of Herr +Scherer's advice by insisting that he accept a ministerial +post or what not. Financiers and other imaginative spirits +must not have their flights impeded by being made +prisoners of office." +</p> + +<p> +"Always paradoxical, and, therefore, always productive! +But as far as imaginative spirits are concerned, there is +one close at hand, I hear the rustling of his wings. Have +you met Franklin yet, the seaman, consul, physiognomist, +the Austrian poet and philosopher, that man who is +talking to my wife?" +</p> + +<p> +"He is laughing," said Scherer under his breath, as he +fixed his eyes on the stranger. +</p> + +<p> +"He's grey-haired and tanned," added the prince. +</p> + +<p> +Franklin, at that moment catching sight of Scherer, +stared quite openly, and a friendly expression spread down +from the black eyes over the haggard cheeks and seemed +to penetrate into the little pointed beard as well. He was +lean and brown, like all men who spend much of their +lives in the open, and looked cleverer than God could +possibly have meant any mortal to be. A life of rich experience +had set its marks upon his face; but the warm glow of the +eyes gave the lie to any suggestion of renunciation, even +where battles may have been lost. +</p> + +<p> +"Ah, you are looking at Prince Eduard," said the baroness, +who invariably made such false guesses. "Do you know +him?" +</p> + +<p> +"Is that the man next his Excellency?" came in a rich +baritone from her side. +</p> + +<p> +"Yes, quite near Herr Scherer." +</p> + +<p> +"And who is he, if I may ask?" +</p> + +<p> +"Scherer? Don't you know Scherer? Then a gem is +lacking to your collection." +</p> + +<p> +"A humanist?" Franklin asked himself. "Looks like a +Holbein—in spite of the horn-rimmed spectacles; they +seem to be an actual part of the man—and yet he's certainly +a man of action. One can see that in the way he has turned +to the tall young man whose mouth has such an ironical +twist, and is taking leave of him with a seriousness hardly +befitting the place and time...." Thus musing and observing, +he quite forgot the baroness who was entertaining him, +as she fondly imagined, with her clever prattle; he forgot +the company he was in, all these political bigwigs, his own +interests and intentions; the only thing he was aware of +was this man, this stranger, whose enigmatical and reserved +demeanour fascinated him, and absorbed his every faculty, +so that he hardly heard his hostess taking leave of him. +</p> + +<p> +Now the host himself stepped up and led him to where +Scherer and the prince stood apart, introducing his three +guests to one another. +</p> + +<p> +"Ecco," he exclaimed after saying the three names. "An +African example to confute the prince's thesis that an +original mind is necessarily an unsocial mind. Or would you +prefer not to hear anything about those noble things here in +the sanctuary of this temple?" +</p> + +<p> +"Here," said Franklin with composure, "is, rather, the +manger of the priests. Anyway I shall repudiate none of my +sonnets, even those I wrote years ago, which are not nearly +as original as they should be." +</p> + +<p> +"Proud and humble, as were ever the masters of the +temple," observed the minister with false urbanity. He +drifted away to another group and the three pairs of eyes +followed his retreating figure with expressions varying from +mockery to pity. But the trio kept their thoughts of their +host to themselves. +</p> + +<p> +"Did we not meet in Zanzibar?" asked Franklin, in his +downright way, turning to the prince. +</p> + +<p> +"Unfortunately, no! I am virgin soil so far as the equator +is concerned. It must have been my brother Stefan." +</p> + +<p> +"Of course; but I thought..." +</p> + +<p> +Scherer was eyeing him shrewdly, and thought he detected +that the questioner had deliberately confused the +personality of the two brothers. But Franklin's nature was +far simpler than Scherer surmised, and, even when he was +making use of a ruse, he was always honest in intention. +The prince's answer, however, raised a doubt in his mind, +and this doubt had found speedy expression in his face. +He was unhappy at his own blunder, he was unhappy at +the prince's manner and tone when replying. In his +embarrassment he glanced over at Scherer who immediately +came to his aid: +</p> + +<p> +"Then we may hope, after what you've said, for more +poems from your pen in the future? Unless you trade only +in coco-nuts or in royal and imperial decrees?" +</p> + +<p> +His genial laughter was much to Franklin's taste, and it +was merely to keep the ball rolling that he answered +provocatively: "Verses only, unfortunately!" +</p> + +<p> +"Why so?" retorted Scherer, still smiling. +</p> + +<p> +"As a poet I am prone to overestimate the importance of +commerce, just as you, a business man, obviously attach too +much importance to poetry—or at least to my stuff." +</p> + +<p> +"Neither yours nor any one else's," said Scherer in a more +serious tone. "Everything in this world depends upon the +perfection with which a sonnet is written." +</p> + +<p> +"Say rather upon the perfection of a coco-nut!" +</p> + +<p> +They all laughed, though not quite as heartily as their +manner implied. It was as if they were nonplussed and +trying to fill in an embarrassing pause. Then Scherer turned +upon the prince: +</p> + +<p> +"Suppose you tell us who's right? Reveal unto us the +truth, O Oracle! I am all humility and attention...." +</p> + +<p> +"But I am not," interpolated Franklin decisively, though +in no unfriendly spirit. +</p> + +<p> +"Do you hear?" laughed the prince, rising slightly on +his toes. "That man is obviously in the right who defies the +oracle, for he is sure of himself." +</p> + +<p> +"I live among oracles," answered Franklin; "every day +I put half a dozen questions or more—or maybe it's the +gods I question." +</p> + +<p> +"You can't escape that way," laughed Scherer, "for the +prince probably traces his ancestry back to the gods, to Thor +or to Wotan...." +</p> + +<p> +"Not so bad," said Eduard, touched both as scion of an +ancient line and as anarchist. "But such whimsies only +attack the younger nobility, people who have no prospect of +ascending a throne—like Lord Byron, for instance. We older +stocks only count by centuries." +</p> + +<p> +The prince said this with so puckish a humour that none +could accuse him of arrogance. But Scherer took him up: +</p> + +<p> +"Then the line passed from the gods over the nobleman's +head to the poet?" +</p> + +<p> +"And back from the poet to the gods," growled the +prince. "Curve downwards, with a tendency to soar upwards +again. Looping the loop in mythology. Herr Franklin has +undoubtedly won this round!" +</p> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<p><a id="chap0403"></a></p> + +<h3> +CHAPTER THREE +</h3> + +<p> +Diana read the Bombay +agent's letter a second time, slowly, thoughtfully, for the +roundabout method of expression the writer had chosen +seemed to her most un-English. She wondered if he could +be concealing something. Was he trying to ingratiate +himself with Scherer, who had big schemes on hand and needed +a trustworthy correspondent on the spot, or did he mean +by these references of his to "competing plans" to get as +much private information as possible from headquarters at +Berlin in order to use his knowledge against the firm in the +sequel? Such ambiguity in business affairs was not at all to +her liking. She must satisfy her mind as to what kind of +person this Englishman might be. Opening the index +cabinet she selected the man's previous correspondence and +stood reading his letters at the window. +</p> + +<p> +Thus it was that Scherer found her, silhouetted against +the pale light reflected up from the snow, her face in +profile, her dark tailor-made gown contrasting with the white +walls of the office. He, too, held a sheet of paper in his hand, +and, as he stood for a moment on the threshold, he realized +anew the amazing productivity of an association such as +theirs. They acted and reacted upon one another, a genuine +camaraderie in which the erotic element seemed to have +been entirely eliminated. +</p> + +<p> +"Well," she said, not moving from her place. +"Am I disturbing you?" +</p> + +<p> +Neither seemed eager to broach the subject of their +thoughts. It was not in Scherer's nature to play the chief +with his employee by suddenly intruding with a question of +his own into the realm of her activity. She, too, was cautious +enough not to endanger her position by imparting needless +details of information. So, this morning, as was their custom +in these daily encounters of theirs, they stood looking at one +another in silence, almost like two opponents. The woman +was the first to yield. She smiled, dropped the hand which +held the letter to her side, and looked at her employer with +a mischievous twinkle in her eye. The man always enjoyed +these subtle duels of the will, which were fought out in mid +air. At last he drew nearer, and, pointing to the paper in +his hand, asked: +</p> + +<p> +"Do you happen to remember a certain Said Bey, the +timekeeper on the Anatolian railway?" +</p> + +<p> +"Of course. But first you must tell me whether this Henry +S. Jackson in Bombay..." +</p> + +<p> +"Who on earth is he?" +</p> + +<p> +"Your future information agent in India. Can one offer +the man a higher wage?" +</p> + +<p> +"Why?" +</p> + +<p> +"His references are good, and he seems to be coquetting +with your rivals." +</p> + +<p> +"With our rivals?" +</p> + +<p> +"Yes, with yours," she affirmed, for she was ever careful +to make it clear that she was no part of the firm, and would +therefore never acquiesce in the use of "our" and +"we." Scherer was very well aware of her sensitiveness in the +matter, and, in order to change the topic, said he would look +into the case. He had not come here merely for a talk, +though he had used Said Bey as a stalking horse. His respect +for her time and intelligence forbade his interrupting her +work unnecessarily; but today he had something urgent to +discuss, and he was at a loss how to begin. Happily the +telephone bell came to the rescue. +</p> + +<p> +"Yes," Diana was saying, "This is she speaking." He +guessed at once by her smile and the little exclamations +she threw in here and there that the call was a private +one, and was making to retire when Diana signed to him to +stay. "All right, come Saturday," she cried, hanging the +receiver up. Then, turning to Scherer: "It was only Prince +Eduard!" +</p> + +<p> +"Ah, I met him last night at Mühlwerth's," said he, going +over to the window. He wanted Diana to face the light so +that he might see what she was feeling. But she guessed +what underlay the manœuvre, and stayed quietly where she +was with her back to the light. +</p> + +<p> +"You meet him occasionally?" +</p> + +<p> +"He's been back a couple of weeks." +</p> + +<p> +"And as tall and lanky as ever! He suddenly appeared +in my box at the opera the other night—like Hamlet's +ghost." +</p> + +<p> +Scherer was none the wiser after this exchange, for Diana +was completely mistress of the situation and her words +flowed smoothly and easily. He knew that she had met the +prince in the Balkans, and it was no feeling of jealousy +which prompted him. All he wanted was to keep a friendly +eye on her. She knew his motives, and, not wishing to disturb +her friend's quiet confidence in her, she indulged this +fancy of his. But he was never tired of putting her to the +test, of studying her reactions, so now he said: +</p> + +<p> +"By the way there was a stranger in the company, who +stood out from among the other guests on account of his +sunburn and his leanness. I can't help fancying you would +have taken to him, although he's a bit grizzled. It was +Franklin, the poet, consul, explorer." +</p> + +<p> +"Is Franklin here?" she exclaimed with lively interest. +</p> + +<p> +"Do you know him?" +</p> + +<p> +"He's the man with the beautiful speaking voice with +whom I studied Phœnician glass as a girl in the British +Museum, a pupil of my father's. Didn't I ever tell you?" +</p> + +<p> +At such moments he envied her the wealth of her experience, +feeling that his own eminently successful career had +been too even, too commonplace, too ordinary. Diana, on +the contrary, realized how solitary she was. Her employer +belonged to a circle of society in which he could meet the +Franklins and Prince Eduards at parties and receptions +from which she was debarred. She had no social status, no +world at her back. True, she was free; but she had no roots +anywhere; today here, tomorrow somewhere else, in fresh +climes, among new strata of society. Little did either know +that each was thus occupied with much the same kind of +thoughts. +</p> + +<p> +"Your well is a deep one," he said at last. "Always some +fresh surprise is brought up in the bucket!" +</p> + +<p> +She laughed: +</p> + +<p> +"And there you sit on the window sill and imagine I'm +going to allow you to fish up whatever you please!" +</p> + +<p> +"Have I ever pried into your affairs?" +</p> + +<p> +"I have always found you the pink of propriety, Herr +Scherer." +</p> + +<p> +He thought: "The pity of it! There seems to be a wall +between us, a glass wall...." +</p> + +<p> +While she was thinking: "A pity; he is so good, if I had +a sister I could not wish her to have a nicer lover. He's a +queer fellow. Never a woman in his life...." +</p> + +<p> +She became aware that he was asking politely: +</p> + +<p> +"Would you care to meet Herr Franklin again?" +</p> + +<p> +"Very kind of you, but he'll probably come and look me +up of his own accord. How would you like to meet him at +my house?" +</p> + +<p> +She had put the question nonchalantly, but Scherer, who +was beginning to know her fairly well, detected an +undertone of pride in the way she had countered his civility, +which placed her on a social level with himself. These +mute contests, wherein she sought to rob the man of the +world of the advantages he had over a free nature such as +hers, were always a delight to Scherer. They had precisely +the stimulating effect Diana wished them to have, for from +the very first day of their acquaintance she had realized +how fruitful her influence might be upon this well-balanced +temperament and upon the whole tenor of his purposeful +life. Diana acted thus like a ferment upon all who came in +contact with her. +</p> + +<p> +Meanwhile the question and counter-question remained +unanswered. Seeing Scherer once more cast his eyes on the +paper he held, Diana now stepped across to where he stood +and said: +</p> + +<p> +"This man, Said Bey, you were asking about, was +time-keeper on the railway when I was down there. He led a +typically oriental life at Konia, doing absolutely nothing. +He was said to be a person of a pious frame of mind, +hatching conspiracies with the French consul whose wife was a +friend of his...." She was kneeling with one knee on a +chair as she spoke, and was see-sawing to and fro. He +barely heard what she was saying. His eyes and his thoughts +were engrossed in her, hovering between her delicate lips +that spoke so calmly and so precisely, and the finely chiselled +framework of her body which was brought into relief by the +swaying movement of the chair. +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p> +An hour later Diana was making her way through the +forsaken Tiergarten. Hoar-frost was still upon the trees +which spread their boughs aloft in the bluish-white winter +sky. Crystalline and airy, motionless but not rigid, they +seemed to be caressed by a spirit's breath, a spirit that +simultaneously liberated and bound captive; they were sweet and +fresh, delivered from the wintry blasts and from their +burden of snow, and looked like the product of an uncanny, +leafless spring sending forth countless white blossoms. +Diana, light of foot and of heart, as cheerful and cold as +this enchanted woodland under the pale midday sun, went +on her way, smiling to herself. A tiny breeze passed among +the branches overhead, scattering a few of the eerie +blossoms. Her mood was such that she could not resist the joy +of running against the very next tree and shaking it so +vigorously that a shower of hoar-frost fell on her, covering +her dark clothes with a sprinkle of white. She looked up, +like a child, opened her mouth, and tried to catch some of +the drops. Then, as she was slapping her cap free, she +became aware that she was not alone. Three paces away, +leaning on a stick, a man was quietly observing her. +</p> + +<p> +"Oh—have you been here long? How d'you do—how +d'you do, Wilhelm!" +</p> + +<p> +A fair young man, long-limbed, and with large eyes that +gazed wonderingly on to the world, stood before her. He +looked a trifle gawky in his big ulster and wide hat, was +evidently shy, had a sad smile, and made no attempt to +come nearer as he answered: +</p> + +<p> +"Well, you see I thought perhaps you might be coming +through the Tiergarten, and we might meet one another, +and so I just came on the chance." +</p> + +<p> +"Come along, we'd better keep on the move or we'll get +cold," she said crisply, setting out in quick-march style. +"Come on, come on," she teased, beginning to run, +"otherwise we'll start dreaming!" +</p> + +<p> +"The wood is dreaming already. What can you do to +prevent it?" +</p> + +<p> +He, too, quickened his pace until he was near enough to +slip the crook of his walking stick into the belt of her coat +and hold her back. Now he became more active and while +she pulled and he held firm, he took her hand and pleaded: +</p> + +<p> +"Nice, soft gloves. Do they fit so tight that...?" +</p> + +<p> +"Frozen to my hands," she cried freeing both her hand +from his grasp and her belt from his stick. "Fancy giving +way to such sentimental wishes in the midst of sunshine +and frost!—Well, what have you been doing all this while?" +</p> + +<p> +"Nothing. Absolutely nothing, as usual," he said, dropping +into step at her side. "But last night I saw the most beautiful +lute I've ever seen in my life, or, let us say, the second most +beautiful, almost as lovely as the one from Pieve di Cadore." +</p> + +<p> +"Tell me all about it. Is it old?" +</p> + +<p> +"Old? Did Luther not flourish somewhere about the +seventeenth century? Or was it Old Fritz? You know such +a lot. Well, it's a theorbo—about so big, like a bronze +covered with patina, its belly like—do you remember that +three-cornered seed of some Indian fruit you once showed me?—its +belly is like that, and it has a full, rich tone, that has +nevertheless a tartness which reminds me of that Burgundy +I told you about, and..." +</p> + +<p> +"Is it dear?" +</p> + +<p> +"The price of a castle! Absolutely out of the question even +for such a person as yourself—perhaps, if he were very +economical for a year, a man in Scherer's position might be +able to afford it...." +</p> + +<p> +"Where may it be seen?" +</p> + +<p> +"At my own pet curio-dealer's of course, in the Wilhelm +Strasse, where we found those blue Schumann cups, which +you gave away after all, and not even to me!" +</p> + +<p> +"What amazing creatures these poets are, to be sure," +thought Diana. Last night, at the upper end of the Wilhelm +Strasse, dear old Franklin, evening dress and all complete, +was one of a company at a ministerial reception, taking a +look at the new political world, while at the lower end of +the same street Wilhelm was nosing around among dusty +lutes—"and yet both are at one and the same time the +masters and the servants of their fantasies." +</p> + +<p> +"I tell you what," she said after a pause, "I'll ask you to +my house one of these days to meet a man who's just home +from Africa. He's a poet, like yourself." +</p> + +<p> +"He'll have some fine tales to tell! Where is he staying? I +should love to look him up. Camels! And nigger girls with +small, firm breasts! And the native dances! Oh, and, of +course, elephants! I should like to go. And what about you?" +</p> + +<p> +"I'd like to harness the pair of you together, give you +rein, and let you gallop awhile through the world with +me," she cried merrily, shaking a young tree so that he was +powdered with frost. +</p> + +<p> +"Diana! You are shaking away their dreams," protested +Wilhelm, mopping the damp from his neck. +</p> + +<p> +"I wish I could shake you too, so that one would rise +higher and the other fall lower. Don't you understand?" +</p> + +<p> +She kicked the herbage impatiently with the point of her +shoe, as he cried half reproachfully: +</p> + +<p> +"Do you mean in the world?" +</p> + +<p> +"No, in the Wilhelm Strasse!" +</p> + +<p> +Now both of them laughed. +</p> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<p><a id="chap0404"></a></p> + +<h3> +CHAPTER FOUR +</h3> + +<p> +Sidney was ensconced in +an arm-chair in his sister's pleasant sitting-room. There +was not much of him to be seen, save a pair of elegantly +trousered legs crossed in mid air. Examining the treasures +in a glass cupboard at the other side of the room was +Prince Eduard. Both young men were smoking. They did +not speak, but seemed to be awaiting some event which +might break the distressful tension that resulted from their +being alone together. They heard Diana moving about in a +neighbouring room. Neither could endure the other, and +both were now cudgelling their brains to discover why +Diana should have brought them together a second time. +A superficial look would imply that they had much in +common. One in the early twenties, the other close on +thirty, they both sought the same kind of distractions in +the same kind of club circles, both were courtly, of an +ironical turn of mind, reserved; it might have been +expected that even in the course of many years' +acquaintanceship no cause of friction should arise between them. +</p> + +<p> +And yet from the first moment when Diana had introduced +them to one another, a spontaneous feeling of +mistrust had seized them both. Could it have been Sidney's +boyish good looks, and the shy hesitancy of his first +handshake, that had annoyed the elder man? Or was it the +assumed stiffness of Prince Eduard's pose? Eduard sensed +a dangerous reticence in the youth; Sidney felt that the +prince's silence was due to arrogance; each had mental +reserves in respect of the other. Thinking over the matter +afterwards, they justified their attitude satisfactorily to +themselves: the brother seeing in Eduard a princeling in +search of a beautiful mistress; Eduard, a brother who by +gambling and underground activities was bringing further +discredit on a family which had already suffered in the +world's esteem. This evening they had hitherto been +content to exchange a chilly and formal greeting. +</p> + +<p> +Although it was Sidney's duty to play the host in his +sister's stead until she should appear, it fell to the prince +to break the long silence. Pointing to the glass-doored +cupboard with the tip of his patent-leather shoe, he said: +</p> + +<p> +"A fine piece. Simplicity is after all the best master. How +restful this room is with its couple of easy chairs, its two +serviceable tables, its many flowers and few pictures. It +speaks eloquently of the occupant!" +</p> + +<p> +"Yes, thank goodness," agreed Sidney, pulling himself up +and looking round. "Style consists in bringing suitable +things together. I can conceive of nothing more intolerable +than to have to live in a 'period' house, so that one has +to come in like an old-time marquis, eat in a Raphael +setting, listen to music in Napoleonic surroundings, and +digest one's meals among the jejune furnishings of the +ordinary middle-class household. That's the English +fashion...." +</p> + +<p> +"Were you long in England?" +</p> + +<p> +"We were brought up there—at least I was. My father +lives in London." +</p> + +<p> +"Fräulein de Wassilko has not spoken of him to me." +</p> + +<p> +"She rarely speaks of him. She is very fond of him." +</p> + +<p> +Prince Eduard became pensive. "That's beautifully put," +he thought; and again he was filled with envy of those +people who could live their lives out in privacy, who +were not for ever forced to be in the public eyes, whose +genealogy was obscure. +</p> + +<p> +Sidney was thinking: "That's touched him on the raw. +He did not like a reference to the father, since he thinks +he'll make light work of the brother to reach his ends!" Then, +in spiteful mood, and hoping to get even with this +scion of a ruling house from whom he expected nothing +but arrogance and treachery, he said: +</p> + +<p> +"Didn't I see you the other day talking with His Highness? +He looked to me a good deal older than the pictures +of him would have us believe." +</p> + +<p> +"My father is far from well," answered Eduard, much +relieved that Diana came in at that moment. +</p> + +<p> +"I'm so sorry. Please forgive me for being late. Well, +Sidney, I hope you did the honours in proper style. What's +the time?" +</p> + +<p> +Her manner was easy. She wore a loosely falling dress +with a chain of amber beads so long that it reached her +knees although she had wound it twice round her neck. +</p> + +<p> +"I am glad to find you 'en famille,' for I am an +ambassador bringing a petition," said Eduard. +</p> + +<p> +"This sounds very solemn!" +</p> + +<p> +"You are respectfully requested to play the part of a +goddess. The divine huntress." +</p> + +<p> +"A southern one?" asked Sidney in unfriendly tones. +"We are still in February—a Prussian February!" +</p> + +<p> +"And yet I have just come from a hive of buzzing ladies," +retorted the prince, "gathered together with intent to +uplift, or ameliorate, or educate, or—well, in a word, I come +from a meeting of some women's welfare society or +other. The chair was occupied by my worthy chief's wife, +Baroness Mühlwerth, who is a wholehearted advocate of +human progress, and supports the movement with the full +weight of her—of her position. The slogan runs: Down +with prejudice! The committee is meeting today to discuss +plans for the organization of a great propaganda festival. +Admission (which does not include the banquet) gentlemen +thirty marks, ladies twenty. I have never been able +to fathom why the admission price for women should be +less than for men.—Let that pass.—The profits to be +devoted to the cause of illegitimate children, so there's to be +a ball and tableaux. Subject: A Gallery of Famous Women. +Of course they won't be the most important, for those +only seek notoriety in memoirs. The women in this gallery +are to be persons who have acquired legitimate celebrity, +a celebrity built up in the course of centuries, tier +upon tier like a wedding cake, from Semiramis down to +Sonya Kovaleffska." +</p> + +<p> +"How many tickets do you want me to buy?" asked Diana. +</p> + +<p> +"Oh, but I haven't come here to sell you tickets! You are +misunderstanding me. What these worthy ladies have sent +me to do is to get your consent to figure in one of the +tableaux they have arranged, in No. 4—or 5, I can't +remember which. They literally assaulted me with petitions: +You know Fräulein de Wassilko! She is so lovely, so +beautiful! You must persuade her to do it! She's the only one +who can take the part of Atalanta!" +</p> + +<p> +Sidney frowned. His lower lip drooped, as a greyhound's +does when it is about to be nasty. He moved away +from the other two, murmuring: +</p> + +<p> +"That's queer!" +</p> + +<p> +Diana, who disliked that others should precipitate her +decisions, felt mischievously defiant, and inclined to +acquiesce in the plan before her better judgment could +counsel her to refuse. There was vexation in her face, as +she looked at her brother's back. +</p> + +<p> +"Atalanta," she said softly, going towards a little bronze +statue on the writing-table. It was a copy of the Diana at +the Louvre, short-kirtled for action, her hand holding back +by the antlers the very deer she is about to chase. Diana +stood gazing down at the statuette, her arms behind her, +as if studying the lines of the perfect body of the +sculptured goddess. But her cold and searching glance passed +beyond the little figure on the table. How long she stood +thus before the godlike impersonation of herself, she did +not know. Sidney, the inevitable cigarette between his lips, +stood by the window, looking askance at his sister from the +farther end of the room. Eduard, on the other hand, felt his +pulses quicken as he watched the silent colloquy with +approval. For the first time he became fully aware of her +two-fold nature: the pensive woman and the free woman; +the ardent woman and the student. He had always instinctively +felt this duality of character, but it was his cultured +mind that had brought him to realization. During these +last few weeks he had felt bolder, and younger than he had +ever hoped he might feel again. +</p> + +<p> +At first he had been unsympathetic towards the charitable +scheme. But when the chairwoman had read the name +of Atalanta from the list of notable women, his imagination +had summoned up Diana's figure in a trice. He was, +therefore, hardly surprised when commissioned to seek her +out and get her to consent. All the way to her rooms, he +had been wondering if she would agree. For three +seconds he would see her from afar.... But it would +be before a thousand others eyes.... Had not the whole +thing already taken place? ... And was it not now a +memory and nothing more? ... Or could it be that his +heart misgave him? Was it that, from a distant box, +protected behind an opera glass, he wanted to assure himself +that she was as beautiful as the picture his imagination +had conjured up? ... He was inclined to repent of his +mission, when, with an abrupt move, as if she had +suddenly made up her mind, Diana turned and faced him, +supporting herself from behind by her hands on the edge +of the table where the goddess presided. Then, with +perfect self-possession, she said: +</p> + +<p> +"Agreed!" +</p> + +<p> +Sidney scowled. The prince bowed, and seemed to await +an addendum. She came towards him, defiantly, and +continued: +</p> + +<p> +"But you can tell your ladies that I refuse to play the +part in a perfunctory way. I hate tights, and nobody is to +dictate to me the manner and mode of my appearance— Good +evening," she exclaimed as Scherer and Franklin +came in. +</p> + +<p> +Franklin had already called upon her, but she had felt +a little estranged. He had plied her with questions, and she +was not accustomed to giving an account of herself to +anyone. She did not feel inclined to permit his bluntness to +encroach upon her freedom. During the years since they +had parted, Diana had developed into an independent +personality. Franklin, although younger than his grey hair +would lead one to believe, had become more staid; whereas +she, in spite of her rich experience of life, seemed to have +grown younger, to be even more full of vitality than +before. He was inclined to cherish the illusion that he would +be able to take up the threads where he had dropped them, +become the teacher again, establish a mastery over one who +had long enjoyed the boon of liberty. +</p> + +<p> +Franklin would have liked to unite in himself the qualities +of a man of the world and an artist, and he could not +help feeling a twinge of affectionate envy for this young +woman who, in spite of playing her part in the turmoil of +mundane life, succeeded in being the artist as well. In +addition, he was curious to know what sort of man this child—it +was thus he thought of her—would bless with her favours. +There would be no shadow of jealousy in this case; his +regard for her was paternal, thanks to his friendship with +her father and his relationship to her as a little girl. +</p> + +<p> +Diana read him easily, and determined to fend off his +indiscreet questionings in a friendly spirit. But she felt +that Sidney would not be a match for him, and would have +to be shielded from his intrusiveness. The four guests +were obviously embarrassed. Though each had been +separately to Diana's rooms before, they had never met here +together. There was a feeling of tension in the air, which +warned the hostess that she had better lead her guests to +the dining-room as soon as possible, when at that very +moment Wilhelm arrived breathless on the scene and put +them all at their ease. +</p> + +<p> +"So sorry, it really isn't my fault," he gabbled in his +usual rambling way, "for what could I do if a dapple-grey +horse drawing a carriage, very slowly, passed me by, with +a lady inside smiling like the queen of heaven, as they +say in the court circulars, only it was true this time, yes, +smiling full graciously at me..." +</p> + +<p> +"Oh, Wilhelm, that's so like you," said Diana. "This is +Wilhelm," she continued, turning to the company and not +mentioning his surname, "and his dapple-greys are quite +enough to betray what kind of a man he is without my +taking the trouble to introduce him as a poet. Let's go in +to dinner." +</p> + +<p> +The ice was broken. None of them wished to shine, but +each contributed his quota to a sprightly interchange of +rather desultory conversation which ranged from +overfeeding on ocean-going steamers to Hungarian national +dishes and back again to the sea with its dolphins and its +flying fishes. Diana, as hostess, was prone to take a back +seat, and so this evening she let her five guests do the +talking while she followed the trail of her own thoughts: +"They are all artists and men of the world, and yet I +should be nonplussed, except of course in Wilhelm's case, +to say just exactly what each of them really is, for Scherer +is also a philosopher, and I fancy the prince hides the heart +of a poet." +</p> + +<p> +"You must decide," she heard Prince Eduard say to +Franklin, "for, sandwiched as I am between two poets, +I have no choice but to fall back upon the time-honoured +method of setting you one against the other! On my right," +he phrased his speech rather peculiarly so as to avoid +mentioning names, seeing that he knew the young man only as +Wilhelm, "we have enthusiastic eulogies of your position +as consul. Can you, in spite of having been there in person, +swear in cold blood that Zanzibar, an exporting land of +third-rate importance, exchanged (thank all the gods there +be) against Heligoland, is a genuine island swimming on +the bosom of the waters, and is not just a place on a map +where the sea is always painted such an obstreperous blue? +That forests of palm trees, forests like our Grunewald with +its pines, Potsdam in short, stretch away for mile upon mile +against the everlastingly cloudless skies? That coco-nuts, +as large as a full-sized baby, hang threateningly suspended +over the heads of the natives, and when one of the fruits +does happen to fall it is the nut and not the head which +suffers damage?" +</p> + +<p> +"What is Your Highness doing?" exclaimed Wilhelm. +"Would you deprive us even of the scent of clove carnations +in that magic isle? It does smell of carnations, doesn't +it, Dr. Franklin? Say it does, please! I read all about it in +a detailed account, and have no intention of influencing +you one way or the other." +</p> + +<p> +"Well," bantered Scherer, "are you going to answer as +poet or as man of the world?" +</p> + +<p> +"Both conceptions of the place are correct," began Franklin +perfectly seriously. But he could not proceed, for the +company burst into merry laughter. +</p> + +<p> +"As diplomatist," exclaimed Diana. "But the day you +become Austrian minister for foreign affairs you'll have +to write verses again, poems about Zanzibar." +</p> + +<p> +"Maybe—when we have dined," put in Wilhelm, whose +author's vanity was a trifle touched. "For the moment, we +want an answer to the prince's question." +</p> + +<p> +"You are right, Herr Wilhelm," said Franklin, "Zanzibar +is a medley of Indian gems, of silks, wood inlays, daggers; +it is a wilderness of phœnix palms; an island in the sea, +which catches the rays of sun and moon so that it becomes +iridescent as a shell; it is a place wherein the long, +lean Arab steals to and fro; where the palaces have roofs +opening to the sky, and princely dames sit there of an +evening, fanning themselves drowsily in the twilight. No place, +be it never so hoary with saga and legend, is more +entrancing than this island whose airs are heavy with the +scent of carnations. But Zanzibar is likewise a market of +third-rate (though I fancy it has risen to second place +now!) importance; it has an export harbour with +evil-smelling warehouses, yelling niggers, black women at +whose pendant breasts squalling children tug. It is a nest +of wicked intriguers acting on behalf of the great powers, +a land whose soil is being drained of its fertility by the +thriftless farming of Arabs, a land overrun by rapacious +half-castes and perfidious Hindus—in fact it is a world in +miniature, Herr Wilhelm, just like any other State where +the chancelleries and business houses smell, like Zanzibar, +of the mixed perfumes of carnations and sweat." +</p> + +<p> +"I am all for the carnations," cried Wilhelm resolutely. +</p> + +<p> +"Quite recently," said Scherer, "I heard a speaker who +demanded justice for his brethren, and yet he was howled +down by the very persons on whose behalf he was speaking, +because he advocated methods of achievement that +pleased him but which did not please his auditors. What +was that man out for, do you fancy? For the carnations? +Or for the sweat?" +</p> + +<p> +"For crucifixion," murmured the prince. +</p> + +<p> +"Maybe he was out for power," said Diana pensively, +looking at the last speaker. But Eduard did not answer. At +such moments her voice was apt to become inaudible to +his ears, and he was only aware of the shaft from her +falcon eyes. +</p> + +<p> +When, later, they had gone to her sitting-room, the +prince said softly to Diana: +</p> + +<p> +"This consul represents the newer forms of public +activity. He has, as it were, skipped the disappointments +which are almost inevitably the lot of idealists. And yet I +cannot rid myself of one final doubt, whether the expenditure +of time, energy, and talent is really worth the experience +gained, whether there is any balance between the +two—as in the case of that marvellous cuckoo clock we had +in the nursery at home, which went unfailingly for twenty +years and was obviously wound up by the hand of God." +</p> + +<p> +"The present cuckoo," said Sidney sardonically, fixing his +eyes on Franklin, "is obviously wound up every morning +with the utmost precision." +</p> + +<p> +His sally at the elder man's expense brought balm to +his feelings, which had been set on edge by Franklin's +paternal attitude. But it laid him open to a possible +agreement with the prince's contention, and this he determined +to avoid. He found it impossible to escape a feeling of +antagonism towards all men who admired his sister, for he +was jealous of her without loving her, and hated her friends +without harbouring any jealousy towards them. +</p> + +<p> +Scherer, who had been keeping a tight hand on himself +all the evening, now said reflectively: +</p> + +<p> +"Herr Franklin is a poet, whatever you may say." +</p> + +<p> +"And precisely for that reason we can allow him his +export statistics," exclaimed Diana. +</p> + +<p> +Meanwhile Franklin and Wilhelm were standing in the +bow window. The young man seemed to have won the +elder man's regard. Candour, and belief in everything that +was said, such were two of the characteristics possessed by +Wilhelm, and they reminded Franklin of himself as a +youth, though, if he remembered rightly, he had been +somewhat more ambitious at Wilhelm's age. He was genuinely +happy at finding so disingenuous a youngster, one who +looked forth with such innocent eyes into a world which +Franklin at that age had already resolved to analyse and +investigate. +</p> + +<p> +"Would you, too, like to travel?" he asked at length. +</p> + +<p> +"I can't understand you," said Wilhelm irrelevantly. +"When I listen to you speaking, you seem to me like one +of those knights of old who wore silken shifts under their +armour." +</p> + +<p> +"Armour does not form part of my outfit," answered +Franklin gaily. "But I always carry an opera glass handy, +and alternately look through the wrong end and the right. +Thus I get a vision of the world at close quarters or at +a distance—a most hygienic exercise for the eyes of one's +soul!" +</p> + +<p> +He moved away to join the others, for he wanted to get +Scherer to elaborate an idea which had only been broached +between them at the Political Club recently: the idea of +introducing on the continent the English system of news +service, the "tape," whereby items of interest were recorded +without comment anywhere you liked. +</p> + +<p> +"I can't see," said Scherer, "why Berlin should not be +able to install what every good hotel in London has installed +in the lounge. It's merely a matter of organization." +</p> + +<p> +"As to telegraph, I'd have it introduced right into the +heart of the jungle," exclaimed Franklin, rhapsodically. +"It is the symbol of our epoch. I am fascinated with the +notion that when I become a minister of State I shall +sit in my little office and my words shall float out over land +and sea, and shall be recorded there, crisp and dry, meting +out law and order to nigger chieftains!" +</p> + +<p> +"No doubt about the dryness," commented Eduard, "especially +when we are dealing with dispatches from the Wilhelm Strasse!" +</p> + +<p> +Wilhelm, who was all ears, could not understand what +they were laughing at, and asked them to explain the +joke. +</p> + +<p> +"Just imagine for a moment," exclaimed Franklin +good-humouredly, while Diana handed round the coffee, "a +long strip of paper, endlessly running on a rod under a +a little glass plate, and a strange kind of pencil writing +on it, ceaselessly writing, day and night, while you stand +in front of it...." +</p> + +<p> +"What is it writing? A novel?" +</p> + +<p> +"Something far more precious," said Diana, who was +taking an active part in this new undertaking of Scherer's. +"It's writing the most exciting things imaginable, for the +tape itself has no idea what is going to be inscribed on it +from minute to minute." +</p> + +<p> +Wilhelm suspected them all of playing upon his credulity, +and asked cautiously: +</p> + +<p> +"Who dictates the stuff?" +</p> + +<p> +"Life, Wilhelm!" +</p> + +<p> +Diana spoke quietly and reverently. Eduard was moved +by the words and by the way she had said them. Franklin +was struck by the tone of her voice, and vague thoughts +drifted through his brain. But Scherer came to the young +poet's rescue. +</p> + +<p> +"At a telephone exchange, thousands of messages flow +in from every part of the world...." +</p> + +<p> +"Yes, I know that...." +</p> + +<p> +"Well, by means of a ticker," exclaimed Scherer +patiently, "news is recorded on a strip of paper, and the +message then transmitted through another instrument to +hundreds of hotels and clubs and private houses. And +these tickers, as the paper moves continually onward, +record all the important happenings throughout the world, +and news-items are received simultaneously from Peking, +Washington, Hamburg, or Zanzibar, always at the same +speed, always in the same signs, without interruption, +without any arrangement, just haphazard as they take place +and as they are sent in." +</p> + +<p> +"Wonderful," said Wilhelm softly. "It's like a piece of +finely worked tapestry, a Gobelin." +</p> + +<p> +"A mirror," put in Diana. +</p> + +<p> +"A rhapsody," exclaimed Franklin. +</p> + +<p> +All eyes were turned upon Wilhelm, who stood pensive. +During the pause which followed, Prince Eduard joined +them, saying: +</p> + +<p> +"To me it sounded more like a fugue." +</p> + +<p> +"It is a fugue," cried Diana and Franklin in one voice. +This made them laugh; but the prince felt uneasy. Was +she on intimate terms with this grey-haired and yet +youthful man? Or had they been on such good terms formerly +that now, after many years' separation, without +prearrangement, they should have the same thoughts? +</p> + +<p> +At that moment a sound came from the door. They all +turned round to see who was there. The handle was +pressed down, but no one entered. +</p> + +<p> +"Doreville," cried Diana. The door was pushed open a +little way and a light grey muzzle was seen through the +opening. Then followed the remainder of a dog, whose +length of limb and whose build resembled a greyhound, +but whose muscular development and smooth coat made +him look more like a Great Dane. +</p> + +<p> +Sidney was transformed. The dog had made straight +for him, and was now rubbing its head against the young +man's knee. Laughing down at the creature, Sidney fondled +it and spoke gently to it, bending over it affectionately. +He looked so amazingly beautiful at the moment, that +although none of the four other men could bear him, they +were constrained to stare in silence at the charming picture. +</p> + +<p> +Then the animal went over to Diana, and she, jumping +up to meet it, pulled it towards her. At the same time her +eyes caught sight of the statuette on the writing-table, +and she scrutinized it as though to test it, to compare it +with herself. +</p> + +<p> +"The girl should be riding a horse," thought Franklin, +"instead of sitting in an office; or she should be sailing +upon the waters of her Macedonian birthplace, instead of +being engaged in paddling about on the ponds of such +typically urban conversations!" +</p> + +<p> +"Maybe he was out for power," repeated Prince Eduard +to himself, for Diana's tone had forced him to apply the +words to himself. +</p> + +<p> +Sidney and Wilhelm were looking at each other from +either end of the room. +</p> + +<p> +"He is certainly very handsome," thought Wilhelm. "But +I wonder if he really can draw?" +</p> + +<p> +"If I only had the naïveté of that boy," thought Sidney, +"I'd be a genius." +</p> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<p><a id="chap0405"></a></p> + +<h3> +CHAPTER FIVE +</h3> + +<p> +"Why do you affect this +huge reception room, my dear Father? There are such cosy +wine-cellars to go to nowadays, low-ceilinged, comfortable; +the kind that only the upper middle class and artists used +to patronize, but now available to higher circles of society. +These old hotels along the Linden oppress one, as soon as +one passes the threshold, by their Bismarckian proportions." +</p> + +<p> +"And it is for that very reason that I am not going to +allow my sons to persuade me into making a change," +answered the old prince. "There are sufficient visitors here +to make a public figure inconspicuous; besides, these many +mirrors permit of one making valuable observations—or +are the devices of our old-world diplomacy likewise to be +thrown on the scrap-heap along with all the other relics +of the Metternich age?" +</p> + +<p> +Prince Eduard and his father were a strange contrast as +they stood talking together. The old man's face was lined +with suffering, his square musician's head was grey and +bowed with the years and with illness, but it was finely +moulded and gave an impression of great intelligence. The +son's fair head, with its carefully parted hair, was long and +narrow, for he took after his mother's family. They +nevertheless had one point in common: both were fond of +indulging in quaintly ironical turns of phrase, though the +son's reserved nature, and his dread of giving himself +away, frequently made him assume a cynical pose. As +father and reigning monarch, the old man was kindly, +though in other respects his knowledge of human nature +had induced a mood of resigned scepticism. Towards this +queer son whose mind was filled with such outlandish +notions he was tolerant; indeed he loved the strange fellow, +and was all the more lenient in that there was no likelihood +of Eduard ever rising to a position of responsibility +in which his modern ideas might jeopardize the welfare +of the little State. True, this visit to the metropolis had +been undertaken with a view to finding out by discreet +inquiries at court and among old friends of the family +what sort of company Eduard kept, for gossip was rife at +the paternal residence, and painted the young man's life +in lurid colours. +</p> + +<p> +As they sat at dinner in a corner of the vast dining hall, +they would have been cut off from the rest of the room +were it not that the many mirrors reflected every detail to +the very entrance. Prince Eduard's glance was continually +travelling to these detectors while he spoke. Suddenly he +leaned forward and scrutinized one of them with keener +interest. +</p> + +<p> +"On the contrary, I'm all for the old school," he said, +"for I can look my fill, unobserved, at Olivia Countess of +Münsterberg who is dining over there in a corner, alone, +divinely beautiful in a dark-blue gown. Even you, Father, +whom Queen Louise dandled as a baby, would enjoy the +sight of her..." +</p> + +<p> +"I met the countess yesterday, and had a word with her +in the entrance hall. As for Queen Louise, she was a friend +of your great-grandmother; and in spite of your proverbial +lack of genealogical competence I should have thought +some of your tutor's lessons might have stuck..." +</p> + +<p> +"Good old Mengeberg," exclaimed Eduard. Then +mimicking his teacher's voice and manner: "Now, let us +recapitulate: Your late honoured great-grandmother..." +</p> + +<p> +"Eduard!" +</p> + +<p> +"Sorry, Father!" +</p> + +<p> +"Tell me, is it true," continued the old man precipitately, +partly to cover up the little reproof, and partly +because the moment seemed opportune to put the question +which had long occupied his thoughts, "is it true that +Countess Münsterberg is on friendly terms with her former +rival, that—that political agent or—whatever the woman +may be?" +</p> + +<p> +"What woman, Father?" +</p> + +<p> +The young man's tone was so formal and so distant that +the father realized his motives were discovered, and he +acknowledged in his own mind that Eduard's forbearance +was commendable. Yet they pursued the game as if neither +knew what the other was driving at. +</p> + +<p> +"But Eduard, you were there at the time..." +</p> + +<p> +"Ah yes, so I was. Yes, I fancy they are seeing one +another." +</p> + +<p> +"Have you not met the countess there from time to time?" +</p> + +<p> +"Yes, Father." +</p> + +<p> +A pause. Eduard helped his father to another dish. The +old man leaned forward and looked kindly into his son's +face. +</p> + +<p> +"Tell me, Eduard, is it seemly that you should visit that +house?" +</p> + +<p> +"If Countess Münsterberg..." +</p> + +<p> +Another pause. The father settled himself back comfortably +in his chair, sipped his wine with an affectation of +relish, looked round as if wanting something to complete +the savoury dish before him. +</p> + +<p> +"What is it you want, Father? Mustard? Waiter! +Mustard please." +</p> + +<p> +"Yes, Sir!" +</p> + +<p> +A third pause. The elder man again leaned forward, +even going so far as to lay a hand lightly on his son's arm. +</p> + +<p> +"My dear Eduard, you are in an independent position. +Heinrich and Stefan are not so free. But I would ask you +to consider this. There are people who may find occasion +to say that you are often to be seen in the house of a young +woman who cannot be your mistress since Countess Münsterberg +visits her, but who is at the same time not quite +obviously enough a lady whose position could warrant +her, unwedded as she is, to keep a house of her own... +For she is not received anywhere ... and Scherer's bachelor +quarters seem to be the only respectable house she has +hitherto been able to penetrate, the climax of her social +achievement..." +</p> + +<p> +Prince Eduard loved his father, and though during +these last few weeks Diana's image and Diana's name had +much occupied his mind, endowing him, the confirmed +sceptic, with a youthful vivacity none of his friends had +suspected him capable of, he had perpetually repeated to +himself, as if to condone his sentiments: "But there is +certainly one person who has a prior claim on +you:—Father." Now, as he saw the beloved head before him, the +warning the old man wished to give appeared in a fresh +light, so that when Eduard spoke again there was a boyish +ring in his voice and a smile on his lips. +</p> + +<p> +"Excuse me, Father. The climax attainable by—that lady—far +exceeds the confines of the salons she sets her foot +in. Remember what the worthy Mengeberg, whose shade +you so recently called up from the tomb, remember what +he, at your command, used to tell us about the aristocracy +of the mind." +</p> + +<p> +The tenderness with which he pronounced the words +"sets her foot" struck the old man as something quite novel +in his son. He thought: "Things seem to have gone pretty +deep with him, and it is all rendered even more complex +by the fact that she does not appear to be his mistress." +</p> + +<p> +"Still, it's a pity you should see so much of political +women," he said at last. +</p> + +<p> +"I fear Curtius—or was it Senderstein?—has misinformed +you. The lady whom your gentlemen are so worried +about is not in any way connected with +politics.—Won't you take a little cheese?" +</p> + +<p> +"No thanks. Please go on..." +</p> + +<p> +"There's nothing more to say. Are we going to spoil +our evening together on account of some one whom I've +seen at most about four times? Does that look as if I were +in love, Father?" +</p> + +<p> +"I hope not, Eduard." +</p> + +<p> +"What are you afraid of, then? To what end all those +precepts of toleration, that catechism of liberalism which +you so earnestly forced upon us all in the hope of +democratizing your realm? Because poor Heinrich cannot marry +a lady with fewer than thirteen quarterings in her +coat-of-arms, am I to forgo the acquaintance of a woman who +happens to earn her own livelihood?" He broke off +suddenly, surprised at his own vivacity. Then, laughing: "How +absurdly melodramatic! I might be quoting a socialist +paper!" +</p> + +<p> +In spite of his earnestness, he had not raised his voice, +nor exceeded the bounds imposed by respect and good +breeding. But the father was so unaccustomed to hear this +son of his express himself with feeling, that he was +profoundly moved. He felt that Eduard had right on his side, +and yet he continued to question the young man coldly: +</p> + +<p> +"German family?" +</p> + +<p> +"I think some Slav blood as well, born in the Balkans, +the father has become anglicized." +</p> + +<p> +"Is he—on view?" +</p> + +<p> +"No, only a brother." +</p> + +<p> +"What—does this brother do?" +</p> + +<p> +"I don't know, Father." +</p> + +<p> +"They tell me he gambles." +</p> + +<p> +"Quite possible. I saw him once at the club playing with +Sagan. The duke won." +</p> + +<p> +The old man dipped his fingers into the bowl, and as he +dried them he seemed to be washing his hands of this +matter as one he would rather discuss no further. He +realized that his son had had the best of the argument, that +the duke's name had been introduced adroitly, all the +more since the scene of the card-table had very likely been +invented on the spur of the moment. He seized the favourable +opportunity thus afforded him to ask innocently: +</p> + +<p> +"Do you see much of Sagan?" +</p> + +<p> +"I met him recently at my chief's." +</p> + +<p> +"Ah, and how is Mühlwerth?" +</p> + +<p> +Eduard, delighted at having tided over the momentary +clash with his father, answered in his customary mocking +yet courteous tone: +</p> + +<p> +"Mühlwerth is playing to the gallery, while his lady +struts as tragedy queen by his side. False democrats, Father, +coquetting with the left wing. When he drives along in +an open car, he ostentatiously reads Vorwaerts. The first +day he was in office, he... Have one of mine, won't you?" +</p> + +<p> +They had both opened their silver cigarette cases bearing +the family crest, and each was pressing the other to +partake, the older man offering a large sized smoke tucked +away in two orderly rows in a wide case, the younger, with +a less steady hand, offering lighter fare in a smaller case. +They smiled at one another as they made their choice, and +the reconciliation was complete. +</p> + +<p> +"Thanks. And what did Mühlwerth do the first day he +was in office?" +</p> + +<p> +"Many thanks.—He got there at twenty past eight, +himself opened all the correspondence—one hundred and +eighty letters in all—read every line, dictated to three +typists who were scared out of their senses and had come +dribbling in at eight-forty, eight-fifty, and eight +fifty-five, the whole hundred and eighty answers, and at half +past ten, when we were standing around at a loss how to +repair the catastrophe: 'I trust your well-known acumen +to see to it that these answers are modified as far as may +be necessary to make them fully accordant with the tenor +of your letter-files.'" +</p> + +<p> +He stopped short as he heard a boyish voice greeting +him, and looking up beheld Sidney. The youth's extraordinary +beauty, his resemblance to Diana in all essentials +save that his face was unwholesomely pale and his eyes +lacked lustre, struck the prince afresh. The old man was +rather repelled by so much comeliness in a male, and +asked coldly: +</p> + +<p> +"Who's that? I don't know quite what to make of your +modern types, but it seems to me that that young man must +be a natural son of a man of distinction—unless he happens +to be a well-bred actor." +</p> + +<p> +"Ignotus," lied Eduard complacently, resolved to avoid +reopening a subject which might renew the friction +between him and his father. +</p> + +<p> +"He seems to be accosting Countess Münsterberg. Does +she live here?" +</p> + +<p> +"Yes, I fancy she does." +</p> + +<p> +In the mirror, Eduard saw Sidney bowing to the countess, +his gesture almost maidenly in its graceful disingenuousness. +Olivia then motioned him to a chair at her side. +The likeness to Diana, the talk he had just had with his +father, the dim light that pervaded the room, everything +combined to make the prince feel that Diana herself was +over there by the countess, masquerading in male attire. +It was a relief to him when the old man rose and he could +rid himself of the vision the mirror revealed. As they sought +the exit, he endeavoured to edge his father away from the +young couple. But try as he would, he did not succeed. +Olivia and the reigning prince only exchanged a few +commonplaces, but the thing Eduard had especially wished +to avoid took place. Before he realized quite what had +happened, he heard the countess saying: +</p> + +<p> +"Herr de Wassilko." +</p> + +<p> +The deed was done. Eduard grew pale, and he hardly +knew whether to thank his father or not, when the old +man, turning on his heel, silently left the room. +</p> + +<p> +"What a splendid veteran," commented Olivia in her +golden voice, her languorous eyes looking ardently into the +grey, catlike orbs of her companion. She might well have +been Sidney's mother, so that her expression had something +incestuous about it. Passion alone could serve as bond +between two such disparate natures. +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p> +Not until he was driving home did Eduard find sufficient +peace of mind to reflect calmly upon the relationship +between these two. Yet he had been aware of it at +the first glance. He knew that Olivia had been Diana's +guest once, and must therefore have met Sidney on that +occasion. Her greedy eyes having alighted on so handsome +a youth, it would not take long for his precociousness to +rally to her desire. +</p> + +<p> +"She is capable of any freedom where the feelings are +concerned," thought Eduard, as he jolted along in company +with his father. But what of the young man himself? +Why did he meet her half way? Because of her rank, or +because of her money? +</p> + +<p> +Meanwhile the old man at his side was asking himself: +</p> + +<p> +"Why did Eduard pretend not to know his inamorata's +brother?" +</p> + +<p> +After a while he asked aloud: +</p> + +<p> +"Wassilko, is not that a Ruthenian name?" +</p> + +<p> +"Quite possibly." +</p> + +<p> +"Or, maybe, it is Polish," said the old man, amused by +his son's reticence. "You never can tell with such +people...." +</p> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<p><a id="chap0406"></a></p> + +<h3> +CHAPTER SIX +</h3> + +<p> +The ball was at its height. +Two orchestras, one at either end of the huge hall, alternately +struck up a succession of dances; eighty ladies, members +of the organizing committee, were unwearied in their +efforts to keep the guests amused; fairy lights, garlands, +curious and delectable sweetmeats, a myriad fanciful +preparations abounded to enchant the charitably hearted +crowd. And yet a certain North German rigidity kept the +dancers from abandoning themselves to the revels which +perhaps lacked freshness and originality to a society +already surfeited with the pleasures the metropolis had to +offer. Still, two thousand persons had paid entrance money, +and the treasurer reckoned on a return of no less than +forty thousand marks. +</p> + +<p> +Eleven o'clock struck, and the multitude was urged to +withdraw to the farther end of the hall. A noisy march +blared out, and the guests found themselves faced by +serried ranks of chairs. On consulting their programmes, the +younger dancers sighed when they realized that they would +now have to face half an hour of edification. "Living +pictures to orchestral accompaniment in the style of the +epoch," they read. +</p> + +<p> +"Why are the names of the participants not given? +That is really the only point of interest in the whole show. +Do you happen to know who they are?" +</p> + +<p> +"I'm going along to have a look," said Sidney. +</p> + +<p> +He felt uneasy, and nevertheless he was determined, +unobserved by his sister, to gaze his fill at her. Diana was +to him like a much-loved statue. When he knew her to +be among admirers, his selfish regard for her demanded +that she behave coldly towards all other men. His affection +made the thought of her as the object and the victim +of masculine desire intolerable. Did not the same blood flow +in her veins as in his? He might wish that she had a +woman as friend. But his wish must for ever remain +unfulfilled, for Diana was not the kind of woman to make +friends among her own sex. Women fought shy of her, +and Olivia was the only one for whom Diana could feel +affection. +</p> + +<p> +"So you are here after all," a strident voice was saying +to Olivia in welcome. "My dear, why didn't you give us +the pleasure of adding your name to our list of +distinguished patrons?" +</p> + +<p> +The speaker was Baroness Mühlwerth, who now took +a chair just behind Olivia. +</p> + +<p> +"I am still leading a very retired life," answered the +countess simply. +</p> + +<p> +"Yes, yes, of course," the baroness rejoined fluently and +heedlessly. "But on occasions such as this, intelligent +people always manage to put in an appearance, although +as a rule they can find little pleasure in sharing the +amusements of the thoughtless many. Ideas invariably triumph +in the end!" +</p> + +<p> +Prince Eduard had just run up against Scherer, and +would like to have got clear again. But the newspaper +magnate was unwilling to let him go. The older man +pressed the younger to share his box, and at that moment +the lights were lowered. +</p> + +<p> +A beautiful girl stepped forward on the platform and +endeavoured to gain a hearing for a little speech which the +restless merrymakers rendered inaudible. She was to have +spoken a kind of prologue outlining the benefits woman +had brought to mankind. Her futile efforts were +applauded, and, instantly, the orchestra began to play the +priests' stately march from <i>The Magic Flute</i>. The curtain +went up, and Semiramis, the most remote in the annals of +notable women, was disclosed, sitting stiffly on her throne, +clad in gold, a regal figure indeed, flanked by Assyrian +lions. Four girl slaves crouched nearby, while a grandee +of the empire knelt offering a salver. The whole tableau +was obviously meant to symbolize the subjugation of half +Asia. +</p> + +<p> +"Who is the severe looking lady?" asked Scherer, glancing +over his shoulder at the prince. "You are on the +committee, so you must know." +</p> + +<p> +"A certain Frau Meister or Meiler, who has been +influenced by Deussen's treatise on cuneiform writing, and +therefore insists that Semiramis did not wear a veil. She +was willing, however, to retire if the other members of +the committee felt that such an opinion was erroneous." +</p> + +<p> +Scherer smiled, while the remainder of the audience +clapped its appreciation. The curtain was raised once more +on the unveiled Semiramis, whose heart throbbed +responsive to these plaudits, and to the pleasure of being the +target for two thousand pairs of eyes. +</p> + +<p> +"Has one long to wait between tableaux?" asked Scherer. +</p> + +<p> +"I am not on the tableaux committee, and have no +responsibility in the matter. Through private channels of +information I've managed to get a lot of fun out of the +affair. Ah, the band has struck up Schumann's <i>Hebrew +Melodies</i>; that means that Holofernes is about to receive +his quietus from the woman's movement!" +</p> + +<p> +The second tableau showed a man asleep upon a renaissance +sofa, completely unaware that a tall, dark-haired +Jewess was about to slay him with his own sword. The +group had been fashioned after Caravaggio's picture, and +won lively applause. +</p> + +<p> +"Quite authentic, eh?" the baroness was saying to Olivia, +while intending her neighbours to hear as well. "She's +Goldmann's daughter, you know, the councillor to the Board +of Trade. Religious prejudice would be out of place under +the circumstances." +</p> + +<p> +"Hasn't Goldmann himself any?" +</p> + +<p> +The baroness laughed up at the questioner and answered +softly: +</p> + +<p> +"As a matter of fact, Dr. Franklin, the young lady's +father did enter a protest. He suggested that his daughter +be allowed to represent Maria Theresa rather than Judith." +</p> + +<p> +When the 'cellos began to play the opening strains of the +Aria in A-major from Gluck's <i>Iphigenia</i>, the young girls +in the audience instinctively drew closer together while +the men nodded their approval. Every one appeared now to +be at ease as the curtain rose on a heavily-draped woman +representing the Greek heroine, endeavouring with a +kindly gesture to heal her retreating brother. But some of +the audience did not fail to note the absence of the Furies +to the left of the scene. +</p> + +<p> +"Capital," exclaimed Scherer. "I suppose the Eumenides +were too naked...." +</p> + +<p> +"That goes without saying," answered the prince +absently, and for a moment Scherer failed to catch the +import of the prince's mischievous insinuation. +</p> + +<p> +This tableau proved a great favourite, and the curtain +was raised repeatedly. All agreed that it was the best thus +far shown. +</p> + +<p> +"Atalanta next," some one said. +</p> + +<p> +"I'm not sure..." +</p> + +<p> +"The huntress, is it not?" +</p> + +<p> +"Quite right; the Caledonian boar! Meleager." +</p> + +<p> +This time the music was less familiar, and sounded +strangely in the ears of these merrymakers. Ah, yes, of +course, Debussy's <i>L'après-midi d'un jaune</i>. Diana had +selected the piece, and had herself arranged the tableau. The +band played for some little while before the curtain was +raised, and then, for a moment, the audience was +nonplussed. +</p> + +<p> +Hitherto the tableaux had depicted groups in postures +of activity. Now, on a greatly diminished stage, before a +red curtain, a solitary figure emerged in relief. The young +woman was seen in profile, resting her weight on the left +foot, while her right hand fondled a great hound. Both +woman and hound stood absolutely motionless. +</p> + +<p> +Diana had modelled herself upon the Louvre statue of +the huntress, a copy of which was on the writing-table in +her flat. She had a golden fillet circling her brow, and +a short, full chiton of the same colour covering her from +breast to knee. The draperies were so arranged as to give +the effect of being blown against her body by the wind and +carried backward so as to expose part of the left thigh. +Her sandals, the girdle fastened high under the breast, +the quiver on her back, all were of the same shade of +gold, which harmonized exquisitely with the red curtain, +the grey dog, and the fine bronze of her skin. The beast at +her side did not stir, and his gentle breathing only served +to enhance the beautiful effect of this living statue, coming +as it did so rhythmically from between his teeth and setting +the muscles over the ribs quivering and vibrating. +</p> + +<p> +The curtain remained up longer for this tableau than +for its predecessors, while the band continued to play the +beautiful, strange music. When at last it was lowered, the +applause, at first hesitant, became vociferous. But the +curtain was not raised a second time, only the strains of +Debussy's magical music continued until the end. The +assembly was eager to see the tableau once more and was not +a little vexed when its applause was ignored. Many, in their +excitement, had risen in their places. Now they resumed +their seats and waited for the music to stop. "Who can the +lady be?" was on everyone's lips. Few could answer the +question for Diana's name and antecedents were very little +known in Berlin society circles. A few of the older ladies +were at first inclined to protest against the breach of the +conventions, judging the tableau to have exceeded the +limits of propriety. But such objections were speedily +quelled, for no one in this domain of pseudo-emancipation +had any wish to appear old-fashioned and reactionary. +Some of the older men whispered to one another that +the young lady had undoubtedly been scantily clad. The +younger girls blushed under the scrutiny of their admirers, +who seemed to be making unfavourable comparisons. +</p> + +<p> +Olivia, completely taken off her guard, had risen as she +recognized Diana and softly spoke her name. But a lady +in the next row, pointing to the programme, had corrected +the countess, saying: "Atalanta is what's printed here." The +baroness, who was relishing the sensational atmosphere +of the whole scene, began to laugh, whereat Olivia +was put out of countenance. Her eyes fluttered from left +to right, and her pleasure in the scene was spoilt. +</p> + +<p> +Franklin, who had been let into the secret, looked on as +connoisseur. He had advised Diana to take up a somewhat +firmer position than the one adopted in the original +statue. But she had laughed, having made up her mind +to measure her strength with the marble model in every +detail. Now his feelings were divided for he half wished +that his fears might prove to be well grounded, while at +the same time he hoped she might come out of the ordeal +triumphant all along the line. He was thus almost too +agitated to enjoy the tableau to the full. Further, his heart +was troubled by another image which he had glimpsed a +moment before the curtain rose on Diana. His eyes had +encountered those of Olivia. +</p> + +<p> +As soon as Debussy's strange music beat upon his ears, +Scherer had become keenly attentive. He asked the prince +how it was that such a modern composition had found its +way into this place. Receiving no answer, he turned round, +and found the prince's place vacant. He was greatly +surprised when he recognized Diana in the person of +Atalanta; indeed, he was so taken aback that he was incapable +of savouring unreservedly a sight he had many times +yearned to have before his eyes. Still, he greatly relished +the artistic perfection of the grouping and execution; she +looked so maidenly, so strong, so free, that the artist in +him was satisfied. He laid his opera glass aside, and glanced +round the hall. In a box opposite he saw Sidney, standing, +wrapped in a fur coat, and in an attitude so similar to +the one Diana had assumed that the relationship between +the two was even more obvious than usual. As Sidney took +up his opera hat and left the box, Scherer, for the first time, +felt his heart go out to that young man in genuine +sympathy. He wanted to join him, to be with him. How could +he know what feelings were troubling the young man's +heart? +</p> + +<p> +Scherer rose and was preparing to leave his box when +a voice from the neighbouring box, speaking in broken +German, inquired: +</p> + +<p> +"Do you know the name of the young lady who stood +as the huntress just now?" +</p> + +<p> +"Haven't the ghost of an idea, Doctor," answered +another voice with a strong Berlinese accent. +</p> + +<p> +Like a flash of lightning Scherer's acute memory +recalled a scene: a strike-meeting that he and Diana had +attended together, incognito, as an adventure. There had +been the usual talk of wages and oppression, and then a +square-headed young Slav, a peasant from the Caucasus, +had arisen and talked with passionate idealism about +brotherhood, in a speech that had gone quite over the +heads of the city workers in the meeting. A fair-haired +young Russian, blue-eyed, wearing a close-fitting jacket of +dark cloth—what could he be doing in a society affair such +as this? The Russian stood motionless, staring at the +curtain as if it were not there and he was still contemplating +the tableau of the goddess and her dog. Scherer recognized +the man who was with the Russian as one of the parliamentary +deputies of the German Social Democratic Party. +The two men nodded to one another. +</p> + +<p> +"You have guests in your box?" inquired Scherer. +</p> + +<p> +"The box is not mine, nor have I any guests," said the +deputy as if to excuse his presence at a society function. +"I merely wished my Russian friend to have a little +relaxation after a heavy day at accounts. Allow me——Doctor +Sergievitch, Herr Scherer," whereupon Scherer felt his +hand gripped by a huge peasant fist. +</p> + +<p> +"I heard you speak not so very long ago," said Scherer +with greater directness than was his wont. +</p> + +<p> +"Ah? Do you often go to our meetings?" asked the +Russian, with a slight emphasis on the "you." +</p> + +<p> +"Yes, but in other clothes," laughed Scherer, for Sergievitch +seemed to base his doubts rather on the dress of the +interlocutor than on anything else. +</p> + +<p> +"How do you like the tableaux?" Scherer went on to ask +politely. +</p> + +<p> +"One only was to my liking," answered the Russian curtly. +</p> + +<p> +Prince Eduard was the only member of the audience +who had known beforehand what he was to expect. And +now he had seen Diana as he had always hoped to see +her; stepping boldly forward on splendidly muscular legs, +slim of haunch, her broad chest veiled by diaphanous +draperies, her bronzed arms bare, one hand reaching for the +arrows in the quiver slung over her back. His gaze travelled +up to her face which he had seen but yesterday so close +and so aloof, in quietude or in animation, severe, sweet and +tender, or fiery, and he felt he could never take his eyes +off this personification of youth. Yet the ruthless curtain +fell, and severed him from the vision. +</p> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<p><a id="chap0407"></a></p> + +<h3> +CHAPTER SEVEN +</h3> + +<p> +Diana had gone straight +home after her tableau. As she entered her flat the maid +told her that Doctor Franklin had been waiting to see her +for ten minutes or so. +</p> + +<p> +The visit was not wholly welcome, for Diana had wished +to be alone, had wanted not to speak to anyone this evening. +The tableau had had for her a quasi-religious significance. +For a moment, she had embodied the semblance of +the goddess whose name she bore, and she had felt herself +to be the handmaiden of her to whom she had dedicated +her life. She had hardly been conscious of all this until +that very morning when she had waked in her white bedroom +and had beheld the pale wintry sun shining through +the window greeting her like a herald from a southern +clime. Then, in silence, she had offered up a prayer to her +namesake, as if in very truth the huntress were a deity. +While driving to the show, her mind had been wholly +concerned with practical affairs. She thought of the +beautiful way the draperies were to cling to her, of how she +would hold Doreville by the collar and constrain him to +stillness; and on the homeward journey she had been +wondering if perhaps she had not lifted her right heel a +trifle too high. +</p> + +<p> +"Are you hungry?" she asked Franklin, unable wholly +to hide her irritation. "Mary won't be long now. She is +bringing Doreville home." +</p> + +<p> +"How splendidly he behaved." +</p> + +<p> +"Could you see him breathing?" +</p> + +<p> +"When I looked at the tableaux through my glasses it +was easy to see that all the figures were breathing, with +one exception—you, my child." +</p> + +<p> +"I had lost the knack of holding my breath and have +been practising every day for the last week by holding my +face under water in my bath." +</p> + +<p> +She took a cigarette from the box and threw herself +just as she was, in her dark walking dress, upon a low +sofa. She looked pensive and serious. +</p> + +<p> +Franklin was in a mood of contemplation rather than +of admiration, and as he looked down on her reclining +form he no longer saw her as an individual but as a type. +He followed in imagination the course of the development +of the eager girl she had been, to the beautiful woman +she was now; and, with the injustice habitual to mankind +(which is on the whole envious when it sees a beloved +being on the way to a fruitful expansion) he asked +himself whether her experience of life had not been bought +too dear, whether the wandering and aimless existence +she led had not hindered the development of her inner +self. Only to his artist friends did he acknowledge the +cleavage in his own soul, torn as it was between the world +of art and the world of practical affairs; and, like all active +idealists, he was inclined to be intolerant when other +idealists invaded his privacies. +</p> + +<p> +"Is it really necessary," he said with a smile, "to learn +diving if one would be a goddess?" +</p> + +<p> +She sat up. All that was combative in her nature was on +the alert. +</p> + +<p> +"Is it really necessary," she expostulated, "to visa passports +in order to be lord of the land of dreams?" +</p> + +<p> +"One tries to keep the two things separate...." +</p> + +<p> +Diana relaxed, and laid her head back among the cushions. +</p> + +<p> +"For my part, my dear Franklin, I try to combine the +two." +</p> + +<p> +"You were very fine, Diana. Even the foot you were +not putting your weight on remained perfectly steady. +Your breast and hair were in keeping with works of the +seventh or sixth century. You seemed to belong to the +classical world, for unfortunately you wear your hair short." +</p> + +<p> +"Yet the Sphinx is old. I think she is ages older," she +retorted pertly. +</p> + +<p> +"Only the Sphinx happens to be a man, you know," +he corrected, her provocative manner have piqued him into +assuming the rôle of teacher. +</p> + +<p> +"You are awfully domineering tonight; whereas I +feel..." She did not finish her thoughts, but stretched +her arms out sideways. +</p> + +<p> +"A younger man's company would suit your mood better, +I fancy." +</p> + +<p> +She clasped her hands under her head and looked at him, +a challenge in her eyes. +</p> + +<p> +"You seem to take me for an idiot or a cow...." +</p> + +<p> +"Not at all; just a woman." +</p> + +<p> +She became defiant. +</p> + +<p> +"Mm, and yet, barely an hour ago, I was Diana +immaculata striding through the woods!" +</p> + +<p> +"A statue which is very active on weekdays!" +</p> + +<p> +"Like certain poets, Franklin." +</p> + +<p> +"Precisely! Do you not realize that I am fighting against +myself and not against you, dear child?" +</p> + +<p> +"My father is very different from you," she said, hoping +to discourage his paternal airs. +</p> + +<p> +"Your father, like all mysteries, is a precious possession. +For that very reason he will never tell you genuine truths." +</p> + +<p> +She did not stir, but put her next question squarely. +</p> + +<p> +"What do you object to in my present way of living?" +</p> + +<p> +He blew the smoke noisily through his lips and rejoined: +</p> + +<p> +"I had hoped..." +</p> + +<p> +At that moment the door opened and Countess Olivia +entered, accompanied by the dog. +</p> + +<p> +Of all those who had been spectators at the entertainment +and had seen Diana's tableau, Olivia had been the +most deeply stirred. Filled with loving envy of Diana's +youthful freedom, she had today experienced an almost +tragical intensity of delight which had urged her to come +and tell Diana of her affectionate gratitude for the +pleasure the tableau had given. So great had been her desire +to unburden herself that, contrary to her custom, she had +hastened hither instantly in spite of the late hour. She had +met Mary and the dog as she was waiting for her car +and had offered to give them both a lift. The faithful old +soul had assured her she would find Diana alone and had +again as the car drew up before Diana's door, urgently +requested her to drop in for a moment. Now the countess +stood motionless and aghast on the threshold. Her hand +loosed its hold on the dog's collar, whereupon Doreville +precipitated himself upon his mistress, displaying so stormy +a delight at finding her again as to prevent her rising to +receive her visitor. +</p> + +<p> +Franklin, too, was taken aback by the countess's intrusion, +and his chilly aspect added to the lady's discomfiture. +Diana's mood, however, was considerably enlivened by the +new turn of affairs. She did not speak immediately, but +while trying to calm the dog's demonstrations of joy, lay +thinking: +</p> + +<p> +"How quickly people are made to suffer when they over-step +the conventions. The countess has to pay for it +because she comes to visit me at an unusual hour; and +Franklin is punished for his contrariety by the inopportune +appearance of this blond beauty." +</p> + +<p> +She smiled at Olivia, saying: +</p> + +<p> +"I am so pleased that you should have brought him and +not someone else. He did splendidly, didn't he? He has +earned his supper, and we'll give him the bone I promised +if he were good. Mary! Please bring in tea for us all.—You +must be perishing with cold; or did I suffer alone because +of my scanty raiment? Huntress goddesses must wear +furs here in Prussia if they are to enjoy the chase!—Do +take this yellow chair, it goes so well with your dress. That +blue reminds me of the southern seas." +</p> + +<p> +"Your tableau was very beautiful," said Olivia gravely. +Her velvety voice made Diana think of the lap of the +waters among the rocks at the foot of the countess's +Dalmatian home, away there in the Adriatic, the ancestral +castle of ancient story. +</p> + +<p> +"Thank you," she answered no less gravely, looking +affectionately at Olivia. Then, in lighter voice: "You are the +first among all those who saw my tableau to tell me that. +For the poet here has only had time to criticize my way +of wearing my hair. I like long hair in others, but not for +myself." +</p> + +<p> +The tea-tray was now brought in. A bone for the dog +too, and Doreville was put through his paces before being +given his reward for his good behaviour. There were +questions of sugar, of cream, of rum, and all the other +byplay relating to the comfort of her guests. Yet the +atmosphere remained charged, and not one of the three felt +at ease. +</p> + +<p> +Diana's thoughts ran: "Why could they not have left +me to myself? I wonder whether she came on Sidney's +account?" +</p> + +<p> +Olivia mused: "She is more racy than Sidney. I wish +I were a man so that I could be her lover. What does that +old bachelor want from me?" +</p> + +<p> +Franklin was thinking: "Those two women are a living +poem. There they sit opposite one another and I am hard +put to it, as I am with Titian's picture, to decide which +represents sacred love and which profane." +</p> + +<p> +They simultaneously broke the silence which had encompassed +them, and their voices seemed to them to come from +infinite distance. +</p> + +<p> +"Was the hall full?" +</p> + +<p> +"Not a free seat to be seen." +</p> + +<p> +"They must have done well for their charity." +</p> + +<p> +But Diana as she spoke was thinking: "I wonder if +Franklin is her lover? Their voices go so well together." +</p> + +<p> +And Olivia: "I shall not see Sidney again." +</p> + +<p> +Franklin: "Leopardess and lioness." +</p> + +<p> +Aloud they were saying, and again their voices seemed +to be coming from afar: +</p> + +<p> +"Did you have a good place?" +</p> + +<p> +"Yes, about the sixth row." +</p> + +<p> +"One could see well from every part of the hall." +</p> + +<p> +At last they were gone. +</p> + +<p> +"I wonder why my tall prince did not come? A visit +from him would have pleased me better," thought Diana +as she slipped into bed. +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p> +Franklin, in order to prolong the few minutes he would +be in the countess's company, had proposed to walk home +with her across the park. The arc lamps shone down upon +the tree-tops like moons that had come close to the earth. +It was a lovely night, clear and fresh as only a winter night +can be. They walked along in silence side by side; and +the longer the silence lasted, the more freely did they +allow their thoughts to range, until Franklin said aloud: +</p> + +<p> +"And yet Diana's beauty is no more than a cloak to +protect her liberty." +</p> + +<p> +Olivia's mind had been toying with similar ideas. She +looked up suddenly at the tall stranger with the mellow +voice, and the poet read in her eyes the meaning of her +melancholy. Olivia said: +</p> + +<p> +"And at the same time it is a magic garment which carries +her away into the air. Have you known her long?" +</p> + +<p> +"Many years ago I was studying with her father in London. +She was my fellow student." +</p> + +<p> +"Is he a professor?" +</p> + +<p> +"He is a sage." +</p> + +<p> +"Does he live alone?" +</p> + +<p> +"As man of the world and crank." +</p> + +<p> +"Is her mother still alive? She never speaks of her." +</p> + +<p> +"She died when giving birth to her son. It is for that +reason that the old man cannot bear to have his son near +him. Her name was Helena, but he never mentioned her +to me. Diana once showed me her picture." +</p> + +<p> +As they emerged from the park, Franklin reflected that +he had wasted his few minutes with Olivia in talk about +Diana instead of about the countess herself, and he would +have liked to remedy matters now. But she turned to him +again and asked: +</p> + +<p> +"Do you think she cares for her brother?" +</p> + +<p> +Franklin answered innocently: +</p> + +<p> +"He'll make good yet." +</p> + +<p> +"As an artist?" +</p> + +<p> +"As a man." +</p> + +<p> +Olivia's thoughts took a somewhat cynical turn. Then: +</p> + +<p> +"I may hope for as much in my son's case!" +</p> + +<p> +"You have a son, Countess? A child?" +</p> + +<p> +"Not that, but a boy who is still quite young." +</p> + +<p> +"Like you?" +</p> + +<p> +"He takes after his father." +</p> + +<p> +Franklin suddenly remembered the duel which had +put an end to the count's career, he remembered that a love +affair had been the cause of the duel, and he saw the woman +walking at his side burdened rather than protected by her +furs, and for several minutes he climbed the ladder of +imagination, up and down, up and down again, giving his +fancy full play. Then, very slowly, as if he would have +prepared to stop half way in the expression of his thought, he +murmured: +</p> + +<p> +"And his father was, so I am told, obliging enough to..." +</p> + +<p> +Ten strides separated her from her hotel. Olivia was +thinking: +</p> + +<p> +"They are all alike, these poets, these worthy cits. Ah, +if only our own people were less banal, one would give +such men the go-by.—Sidney took a room here yesterday. +I suppose he's waiting for me in the lobby." +</p> + +<p> +Aloud she said frigidly to the man who had seen her home: +</p> + +<p> +"Thanks. Good night." +</p> + +<p> +But the young man was not awaiting her in the lobby +after all. +</p> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<p><a id="chap0408"></a></p> + +<h3> +CHAPTER EIGHT +</h3> + +<p> +Next day, while Diana +was at breakfast, Sidney called. +</p> + +<p> +"Wonders will never cease," exclaimed Diana; "you +up at half past eight in the morning! What's afoot?" +</p> + +<p> +"I have it in mind to come round every day until further +notice at nine o'clock, if your chief will agree to your +arriving an hour later at the office. It all depends upon +you." +</p> + +<p> +He spoke quietly, but with a note of firmness in his +voice, and with a sprightliness of mien she was surprised +to find in a man of his lackadaisical disposition. +</p> + +<p> +"Can it be that you are in love, and want to have me +teach you Serbian or Turkish because your lady +understands no other tongue?" +</p> + +<p> +"May I light up, or is it too early?" he asked, striking a +match. He did not sit in his usual way with his legs higher +than his head, but, rather, as rider. Both his feet were +firmly planted on the floor, he narrowed his eyes as if +he were about to take pencil in hand and start drawing. +Then he said: +</p> + +<p> +"Didn't you and father always harbour a wish that I +should do modelling?" +</p> + +<p> +"And do you want to model me?" +</p> + +<p> +He made no answer. Diana rose and went towards the +window, drummed upon the pane, tapped her toe gently +on the floor, and then stood silent for a while. Suddenly +she turned about, folded her arms, looked steadily at her +brother who had not moved from his earlier position and +had kept his eyes fixed upon her, and at length asked +composedly: +</p> + +<p> +"Sidney, have you a commission to do this? Sit still, +don't lose your temper at once like that. You have no +commission for the work? Honour bright?" +</p> + +<p> +She went up to him with the gait of a young man and +held out her hand. He shook, but his expression remained +somewhat rueful, his lips pouting, and his eyebrows raised. +Diana took a deep breath, and said: +</p> + +<p> +"That's all right. I'll gladly be your model, and I'll take +you at your word. You'll come here every morning from +eight to ten." +</p> + +<p> +He smiled. Seductive lines formed themselves in the +beautiful oval of his rather weak face, as he said, softly +and beseechingly: +</p> + +<p> +"I said nine." +</p> + +<p> +Diana laughed gaily. She took him round the neck and +kissed him. But he seized her vehemently and drew her +towards him, so that Diana's heart seemed to cease beating +for a second. Her spirit darkened. She closed her eyes +against her brother's soft cheek. Then she pulled herself +free. +</p> + +<p> +"You really mean that we shall work? The place will +have to be very adequately warmed. There is rather a +draught from the bay window." +</p> + +<p> +"Why not in your bedroom?" +</p> + +<p> +Again her heart seemed to stop beating. After a +moment's hesitation she acquiesced. +</p> + +<p> +"And when do you wish to begin?" +</p> + +<p> +"Tomorrow." +</p> + +<p> +"Are you going to do some sketches first?" +</p> + +<p> +"No, I'll start straight away with the clay." +</p> + +<p> +"Good." After a pause, and with slight emphasis, she +added: "Of course the work will belong to me." +</p> + +<p> +"If it is a success," he answered unsteadily. +</p> + +<p> +"That won't do. I must have it in any case." +</p> + +<p> +"Agreed!" he laughed. +</p> + +<p> +When he had gone, she stood deep in thought. It seemed +to her that her limbs were made of lead, for her body +readily responded to her mood. He had vowed he was not +commissioned to do the work. Yet she felt uneasy. +</p> + +<p> +Sidney set himself to his task with feverish haste. He +had been wont to do his drawing hesitantly, in an undisciplined +way, by fits and starts. Now his whole manner was +changed. Next morning, on the stroke of eight, he was +knocking at Diana's door. He was elegantly dressed, as +if paying a courtesy call. Diana was ready for him, +waiting in a well heated room which she had had transformed +from a bedroom into a workroom. The carpet had been +covered with a dust-sheet. She stood on a wooden pedestal, +clad like Atalanta in short, clinging draperies, almost +naked. The quiver lay ready to sling over her shoulder. +Sidney was baffled. He smiled, kneaded his clay, and hardly +gave her a glance. Now he wished to start the work, took +his measurements, then flung all aside and looked earnestly +at her, saying: +</p> + +<p> +"No, Diana. That won't do. I want—I would like—to +model you in action." +</p> + +<p> +She hesitated. Her thoughts seemed to drop from her +head to her heart, and her feelings seemed to rise from her +heart to her head and overwhelm her. For years, Diana +had been endeavouring to cajole her brother to take his +work seriously. Vainly had she tried to wean him from his +lethargy, for she felt that it held nothing but danger for +his future development. He had never mentioned any of +his friends to her, and she was not at all sure that she +wished to know anything about them. Occasionally, Scherer +had given her news of him and his doings, but he had +done so with caution, and she had not been encouraged +to ask further. +</p> + +<p> +Sidney's sudden decision to model her led Diana to +believe that he was going through a crisis. She was reluctant +to hamper him in any way, for she felt that her reappearance +on the stage of his life had aroused more than his +artistic appreciation. As his sister, she had been somewhat +alarmed at the warmth of his embrace. But she was too +courageous in face of danger and too proud to go back +upon her resolutions. Besides she felt a maternal +tenderness for Sidney which added to her determination to do +all in her power to bring him back into the path of artistic +accomplishment. +</p> + +<p> +His half-commanding and half-imploring manner, the +compelling gaze of his cat-like eyes, told her she must obey +if she was to succeed in doing what she had set herself to +do. Without a word, quite simply, she let the draperies +fall from her shoulders. Now she stood before him, very +still, her arms hanging by her side, her thoughts turned +inward upon herself. +</p> + +<p> +Swiftly and silently he gripped the moistened clay. +Morning after morning for five consecutive days he toiled to +reproduce what he saw before him. As soon as the two +hours were up, he took his departure, silently, leaving the +work wrapped in wet cloths. Thus he came, and thus he +went. He had got her to stand in profile, as if striding along, +her right arm slightly raised. He hardly spoke a word, +and never came to see her at other times. +</p> + +<p> +She had not looked closer at the work, nor even from +where she stood did she seem to discover what he was doing. +</p> + +<p> +On the fifth morning, as he was stopping work for +the day, Diana flung her bath wrap over her shoulders +and, drawing it closely round her, stepped up to the clay +model which was about a quarter life size. Sidney stood +behind her. She was looking at something that was +certainly not a portrait of herself. +</p> + +<p> +The clay showed her the figure of a girl of fifteen, +remotely similar to herself; the breasts were small and +undeveloped, the legs thin and boylike. The head resembled +hers so little that it might have been modelled on a younger +brother, one not even as like her as Sidney. The strange +statue seemed to her the work of an amateur, of a man +endowed with talent, but entirely self-taught. It set her +guessing as to Sidney's fantastic and erotic life; she thought +of his dreams.... +</p> + +<p> +She turned towards him and as she did so he looked +away and began gathering his tools together. He did so +precipitately and absent-mindedly. She hesitated to say a +word of praise. It seemed to her that he wished to avoid +any physical contact. +</p> + +<p> +"Are you not going to work any more today?" +</p> + +<p> +"It's all nonsense," he muttered. "Nothing doing. No use +trying to blind oneself to the truth. Break it up. Thanks, +all the same. Good-bye." +</p> + +<p> +He made his exit in a state of agitation, leaving the +fragment behind. No sooner was he gone than Diana began +to study the work more closely. Her thoughts were +confused, now flitting to him, now back upon herself, now +concentrated upon this dream child. Mary came in to help +her. +</p> + +<p> +"Mr. Sidney went away at nine today?" +</p> + +<p> +"Yes, Mary. Give me my coat and skirt, the black one, +please." +</p> + +<p> +"But the sun is shining today and it is sure to be warm." +</p> + +<p> +"No matter." +</p> + +<p> +While helping Diana to dress, the old servant glanced at +the statue. +</p> + +<p> +"Is that Mr. Sidney's work," she asked dryly. +</p> + +<p> +"Do you like it?" +</p> + +<p> +"What's it supposed to be?" +</p> + +<p> +"Can't you recognize it?" +</p> + +<p> +"No, I do not know the child." +</p> + +<p> +Mary's opinion was important to Diana, for if this old +nurse failed to recognize her youthful charge, the +resemblance must indeed be difficult to trace. +</p> + +<p> +"Why did Mr. Sidney want to do his modelling here?" +</p> + +<p> +"There's no central heating where he lives." +</p> + +<p> +"Ah, I see," answered Mary, paying little heed to the +inconclusiveness of her mistress's explanation. She loved +Sidney, but was sad at heart concerning him, and often wished +that the lad's father would exercise a little parental +control. +</p> + +<p> +Diana lifted the statuette in her arms and carried it into +the sitting-room. She set it up in the bay window. +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p> +Towards evening that same day Prince Eduard called. +He did not notice the new statuette, for the bay window +where Diana had placed it was not lighted. Since the +evening of the charity fete he had come but once to see +her, and had been told she was out. Today, a week later, +he came without giving notice. His first words on +entering were: +</p> + +<p> +"It's an eternity, or as my old tutor would have said, a +decade, since I last saw you. Our, or rather, your, evenings +a trois seem to be things of the past.... Besides so many +'seasonable' events came to interfere.... And ever since +the recent martyrdom I have not once looked up the +committee ladies to present them with roses in token of my +gratitude—though I should have done so seeing that I am +the only male on the committee. The press has been +obliging enough to do the job for me, but I don't suppose you +have read the papers." +</p> + +<p> +"I read nothing but the competitions," put in Diana as +she paced to and fro. "Also the news items under the +captions 'accidents,' 'agriculture,' 'weather forecast.' Herr +Scherer tells me that the clerical press insists that in those +days the huntresses were fully clad." +</p> + +<p> +"The funeral orations concerning you were worse, for +they were written with genuine feeling. One depicted the +dream you had given him, although he can't possibly have +had time to dream his dream and get it into next +morning's paper. His soul..." +</p> + +<p> +"Don't let's talk about the soul when the subject in hand +is the body! It makes me think of the missionaries who +corrupt the negroes by turning the poor creatures' thoughts +away from work to contemplate the so-called soul." +</p> + +<p> +"Psychology is a pitfall!" +</p> + +<p> +"No," said Diana, whose critical faculty seemed to have +become more acute since that morning's experience, "all +that is wrong with psychology is that it should have +escaped from the hands of the poets and brain specialists +and strayed into the dubious hands of women and journalists. +Dancers should not meddle with the science, and +diplomatists would be well advised to give it closer study." +</p> + +<p> +"At times they all begin to take an interest in it, and in +the end this works productively." +</p> + +<p> +"You mean to imply that the latter are led to embark +upon bold undertakings, while the former set about +concocting sly intrigues?" +</p> + +<p> +"I meant that both are led to create racy offspring—and +that handsome women petrify into pretty images, since +they are too proud to become dancers and too dangerous +to be allowed to dabble in diplomacy." +</p> + +<p> +"Would either exist at all if there were no onlookers, +do you think?" +</p> + +<p> +"The way is free," laughed the prince waving his hand +towards the stretch of carpet and stepping aside. "I, at least, +will disappear behind the curtains." +</p> + +<p> +She laughed, but as he entered the bay window he said: +</p> + +<p> +"I seem to have fallen in with a very young girl." +</p> + +<p> +He drew the curtain back, and Diana switched on a light +which instantly flooded the statue. The prince became +very still and very silent. Time passed by unheeded. He +wanted to know who had stood as model and who could +be the author. Gradually it dawned on him that Sidney +might have done it, for the young man's sketches were +familiar to him, and he had come to appreciate the work +of this queer brother of Diana's. He did not venture, +however, to mention any names, merely commenting: +</p> + +<p> +"Good, quite good. Almost perverse. Pardon me, but +who has fashioned this child?" +</p> + +<p> +He deliberately chose the word "child" in order to +exclude any thought that the statue resembled Diana. She +put out the light, turned, and went back into the room, +saying nonchalantly: +</p> + +<p> +"A study by my brother." +</p> + +<p> +"I did not know he modelled in clay." +</p> + +<p> +"He's having a try at it now." +</p> + +<p> +"What a waste of talent! He really ought to go to some +art school or other and study." +</p> + +<p> +"Do you see him sometimes?" +</p> + +<p> +"Very seldom." +</p> + +<p> +"Is he gambling still?" +</p> + +<p> +"I—hardly know. Perhaps, a trifle, occasionally, as we +all do." +</p> + +<p> +Diana noticed the prince's embarrassment, and the old +sensation of anguish seized upon her heart as it always +did when she felt her own personal freedom was being +invaded by other people's destinies. She must rid herself +of the tension that had oppressed her since early morning. +Her eye fell on the piano. Stepping up to it, she opened it +and asked the prince to play. +</p> + +<p> +Eduard, sensitively aware of her uneasiness, sat down +and began to play, although in reality he was a violinist +rather than a pianist. Diana sat at the other end of the room +as far away from him as possible. She was wearing a +golden brown frock, and lay back in an arm-chair, letting +her thoughts run free. Not until he had played several +bars did she recognize the piece. +</p> + +<p> +It was Debussy's romantic idyl of the faun, upon whose +strains she had built up her tableau of Atalanta. The +tender and joyous strains flowed over her sad heart, and she +was grateful to the prince for his gentle homage. Her +limbs lost their leaden weariness, she slowly rose to her +feet, and, hardly conscious that it might be the prince's +former reference to the free path along the carpet and his +gesture which invited her to dance, she began to move +rhythmically to and fro in the room like a living statue, +He scarcely looked at her, so anxious was he not to +disturb her mood. But she knew very well that she owed him +a debt of gratitude for having through his music broken +the spell upon her limbs, and after a while she ceased her +strange dance. He concluded the piece somewhat abruptly, +but the picture had been engraved upon his memory. When, +without any witticism or sardonic joke he took leave of her +a moment later, he realized just as she did that a bond of +feeling had been set up between them. +</p> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<p><a id="chap0409"></a></p> + +<h3> +CHAPTER NINE +</h3> + +<p> +The first movement closed +on a cadence. No one spoke. Franklin, who took the viola +part, very softly tested his G string, which had gone a +little flat, while Scherer, from his seat at the piano, looked +over the top to where the 'cellist sat. Seeing that the trio of +strings was ready, he started the adagio which he played +as a passionate prologue. The piano was soon joined by +the sombre strains of the viola, taking up the subject in +fugal form. Now another voice, soaring aloft in seraphic +ecstasy like a boy's, joined itself to the others. It was the +violin, played by the prince. Eduard did not intend to +make the violin part take precedence of the piano, as is so +often the way with soloists when they embark on chamber +music. But the exquisite tone of his instrument, and the +upward curve of the melody, put the others for a moment +into the shade, so that the three were forgotten, and, +indeed, themselves both listeners and players, kept their +parts strictly modified to form a genuine accompaniment. +</p> + +<p> +Soon, however, the 'cello made its entry with a second +subject in a more lively rhythm, and the boyish voice +seemed to be replaced by the mellow contralto of a woman. +Then, gradually, the strings were dominated by the virile +notes of the piano, which, in generous chords, united the +melodies into a harmonious whole. +</p> + +<p> +The little company had forgathered in Scherer's music-room, +a place devoid of carpets, and panelled throughout. +Diana, who alone had been invited as audience, had +ensconced herself in a corner, protected from the view of the +players by darkness and distance. Neither during the +previous quartette, nor during the one they were now +performing had she cast her eyes towards the circle of light +in which the musicians played, save once, when the 'cello +had introduced the second theme. Then she had glanced +over towards the player, who was a new acquisition to +their circle. She mused: "He presses his instrument against +him, and, gently caressing it with his hand, brings forth +its rich and perfect tones." Her thoughts took flight into +other realms of emotion; they hovered and dipped and +rose again on wings of sensual delight, until her whole +being was suffused with feelings such as she had not +experienced since the previous summer, her life having since +then passed on a purely platonic level. +</p> + +<p> +The men broke up, stretching their legs which had become +stiff with long sitting. They fluttered the pages of the +music for a while in silence. Then, with maternal gentleness, +the three string players tucked their instruments away +into the cosy warmth of the cases, and snapped the locks +to, while Scherer, spreading cloths over the keys and the +outside of the piano, closed down the lid. Diana, +meanwhile, had not stirred from her corner. +</p> + +<p> +Scherer came slowly towards her. +</p> + +<p> +"You are smiling," he said softly, taking a seat at her +side. "And yet you have been gazing on Medusa's head." +</p> + +<p> +"No, not Medusa's," she corrected, wincing as Scherer +suddenly turned on the full lights in the centre of the +room. "I hardly heard the presto. What's the opus number?" +</p> + +<p> +Scherer named it. +</p> + +<p> +"One of Beethoven's last works," he added, somewhat +didactically. She had asked her question merely to gain +time, and his tone instantly scattered what remained of her +dreamlike trance. Suddenly rising, she stepped over to +join the other group. +</p> + +<p> +"Don't be too severe in your criticism, please," said +Franklin. "I made a terrible hash of the last movement. But it +goes so quickly, and I've never had much technique. Besides, +I'm not used to playing with others." +</p> + +<p> +"You'd rather play solo," teased Diana, laughingly. +</p> + +<p> +They went in to dinner, Diana on Scherer's arm, and all +five took their places at the round table. +</p> + +<p> +"Yes, I like playing alone," exclaimed Franklin, his +whole tone betraying how hard he found it to accommodate +his libertarian temperament to co-operative labours. +</p> + +<p> +"And yet," said Scherer, motioning the prince to a chair +next Diana's and the other two men to the remaining +places, "and yet, it seems to me that a solo player can +never be a genuine musician." +</p> + +<p> +"Poets never get beyond the solo stage," commented the +prince. "They feel they must reign as absolute monarchs." +</p> + +<p> +At these words the newcomer to the quartette raised his +head. He had hitherto taken hardly any share in the +conversation, and now turned his eyes on the speaker. But the +prince was immersed in the contemplation of his plate, and, +instead of the prince's eyes, the stranger met Diana's fixed +upon him. There was an eloquent expression of protest in +the man's whole countenance, a critical rebuke of the +prince's paradoxical utterance. +</p> + +<p> +"What a strange, dumb method of speech these Russians +possess," thought Diana, lowering her eyes in turn +to her plate. +</p> + +<p> +After the introduction at the charity tableaux, Scherer +had invited Dr. Kyril Sergievitch to his house, and had +been surprised and delighted to learn that the young man +played the 'cello. This was decidedly an addition to his +musical evenings, for he had long wished to have a full +quartette. His invitation had been all the more cordial +and pressing. When he had told Diana of his find, he +waited in vain for a token of surprise and curiosity in her, +or, at least, some sign that she was forcing herself to show +indifference. She had almost forgotten the Russian, and, in +general was inclined to keep music and musicians apart +from her inner life. When she had felt her hand in +Sergievitch's huge fist earlier this evening, he seemed to her +more bashful than she had expected him to be. She found +his embarrassment difficult to explain, for Scherer had not +told her of the meeting at the charity ball, nor of the +Russian's question that same night, nor of their further +encounters at the political club. +</p> + +<p> +Diana and Sergievitch sat opposite one another, strangers, +although each had seen the other at different times +on a stage under somewhat peculiar circumstances. +</p> + +<p> +Conversation emerged slowly for all were still under +the spell of the music, and at first was carried on by the +three other men, while Diana and the Russian sat silent, +the latter intent and listening, the former abstracted. +</p> + +<p> +"If everyone were to play tutti all the time," Franklin +was saying challengingly, "who would be left to create +and lead? The conductor? He's only an employee!" +</p> + +<p> +"Perhaps the invisible composer, Herr Franklin," said +Scherer. +</p> + +<p> +"Dust and ashes this long while since," exclaimed the +prince. "Ideas, if they are to be fecund here below, must +filter down to us from the spheres of those who hold aloof +from the world's turmoil." +</p> + +<p> +Again the Russian raised his handsome head with its +crown of fair hair. But his forehead was puckered in a +frown as if he were trying to keep his eyes from flashing. +This time it was Scherer who was given the benefit of the +Russian's silent conversation. The effect on the host was +somewhat uncanny, and, hoping to break the spell he +said to his guest. +</p> + +<p> +"You appear to be dubious?" +</p> + +<p> +"Why should not ideas rise, once in a while? May it not +be that this earth of ours holds hidden treasures, stores +of ideas, undreamed of in that enlightened heaven of +yours?" His eyes turned to the prince, dark and questioning. +</p> + +<p> +Silence. +</p> + +<p> +"A threatening storm," thought Franklin. +</p> + +<p> +"Heavy artillery," thought the prince. +</p> + +<p> +Then to crush any possibility of a debate in the +Russian manner, Prince Eduard said aloud: +</p> + +<p> +"Certainly, certainly, you are right, Doctor. Heaven and +earth are each of them the mental terminuses of the +human express." +</p> + +<p> +"Why except the sea?" demanded Diana, a warm protest +in her voice. +</p> + +<p> +"What can one do with fishes and molluscs, Madam?" +asked the Russian coldly. "The sea is just nature and +nothing more!" +</p> + +<p> +Diana turned away from the speaker, with an aggrieved +air the prince was quick to detect. Franklin seemed +to hear in space a conversation similar to this, but +better developed and on a higher intellectual plane. Scherer +was unwilling that so all-embracing a theme should +occupy his guests while at dinner, and so soon after the +enjoyment of the music. He tried therefore to soothe +matters by saying: +</p> + +<p> +"One thing is certain, that we have been permitted to +hear the music of earth, sky, and ocean through the +medium of your exquisite 'cello." +</p> + +<p> +Passionate debater though he was, and loath to miss the +opportunity of discussion with such an adversary as the +prince, the Russian was nevertheless sidetracked by this +reference to his beloved instrument. After a slight pause +he said: +</p> + +<p> +"Yes, it has a lovely tone. It is seventeenth century, from +Brescia, a legacy from a friend of mine." +</p> + +<p> +The quiet warmth with which he spoke acted soothingly +upon the company, and the talk wandered off on to +the subject of old fiddles. The prince told the story of his +own violin, which he had inherited from long dead +ancestors, he himself being the eleventh member of his +family to be a competent player. Diana spoke of the +wonderful lute Wilhelm had found, an instrument of so great +value that Scherer alone was in a position to buy it, and +even he would have to cut his expenses down for a year +at least to do so. All made merry over the story, especially +Scherer himself, who invariably chuckled over stories +concerning his "great wealth." By the time the tokay was +served they were in good fettle, and at ease one with the +other. +</p> + +<p> +"All the sunshine of Hungary has been captured in this +bottle," cried Diana, "and there is more sunlight in this +one glass than in the whole of the Balkans! In actual +fact, I never have suffered from cold so greatly as in our +Castoria, among the Macedonian lakes; and never +experienced such heat as on Lake Flatten." +</p> + +<p> +Everybody now complained of the unusual cold, which +this year had continued intense even into March. +</p> + +<p> +"Each morning as I turn that draughty corner in the +Wilhelms Platz," said the prince, "my thoughts fly to +Hamlet, Act One, the scene on the platform before the +castle at Elsinore, when Francisco says: ''Tis bitter +cold.' As soon as I enter the office, the resemblance to +Hamlet becomes acute, because of the prevalent indecision in +ministerial circles. So let us, Herr Scherer, up anchor and +set sail for Zanzibar." +</p> + +<p> +Franklin declared that nothing would please him better +than to have the whole party as his guests in his +Arab home; the Russian invited them all to Livadia, where +the tsar's fist could not reach them; Scherer, who seemed +to be enjoying some secret of his own apart from the +others, turned to Diana, asking: +</p> + +<p> +"And you? Whither does our good European want to take us?" +</p> + +<p> +The men were silent, waiting upon her words. +</p> + +<p> +"I? I have but one home," said Diana softly, "but I +am afraid it is not to the liking of all here present." Her +smile slowly changed from an external demonstration of +social affability to one of inward enjoyment, while her +companions sat expectant. Then quickly and fervently, +she added: "My home is on the sea." +</p> + +<p> +"I love the sea," said the Russian, who felt that her +shaft had been aimed at him. "I don't expect any of you +have sailed the seas so much as I. But I did not voyage +on them in search—of ideas!" +</p> + +<p> +"If only I possessed one that would please you," said +Scherer blithely. +</p> + +<p> +As he spoke he drew a postcard from his wallet and +offered it to his neighbour at table. Diana looked upon +the picture of a yacht, graceful and white, with but one +funnel, and displaying abundance of tackle—a boat that +could be used either as steamer or as sailing vessel. Aft, +the deck was sheltered by an awning. The name of the +yacht could be deciphered at the stern. It read, +"Excelsior." Diana waved the picture aloft, crying: +</p> + +<p> +"Excelsior!" +</p> + +<p> +"Excelsior," echoed Scherer, smiling. +</p> + +<p> +Franklin was the first to question. Then the whole +company joined in a chorus of gleeful laughter. +</p> + +<p> +"A friend in Hamburg has asked me whether I will not +hire it for a few weeks because he himself has to go to +London this spring. So I was wondering if you would +care to give the sea and me the pleasure of your company +for a little while...." +</p> + +<p> +Eduard looked up in surprise. In a flash he sensed all +that the invitation held of adventure. He glanced at Diana, +then at Scherer, for Diana's eyes were fixed upon her host. +</p> + +<p> +She was probably the only one of the party used to +sudden invitations of the kind, and the way in which +Scherer had spoken told her the command he was exercising +over himself. She was loath to make a decision before +the three men concerned had expressed their feelings in +the matter. But since all eyes were now upon her, and +everyone seemed waiting upon her word, she felt +constrained to say something. Nothing better came to her +mind than to exclaim once more: +</p> + +<p> +"Excelsior!" +</p> + +<p> +Now there was a different ring in her voice, as though +she had said: "Excellent!" +</p> + +<p> +Scherer handed round other papers with sketches of the +yacht from various angles, information regarding its +tonnage, accommodation, and so forth. Questions, surmises, +proposals, flew from mouth to mouth. Only the Russian +sat silent, waiting for the others to allow him a glimpse. +But they seemed to have completely forgotten him. At +last Scherer, to whom an adventure appealed only so long +as he felt it was going to run the course he had planned, +turned with sudden resolve towards Sergievitch, saying: +</p> + +<p> +"And you, Doctor, if these gentlemen will but allow you +a glimpse of the pictures, will see that there are six cabins +in addition to those belonging to the crew. Will you choose +one for yourself? I should recommend either No. 5 or No. 6, +whichever seems to you the nicer." +</p> + +<p> +The other men turned eagerly towards him encouraging +him to a decision. But he sat silently gazing at Diana, who, +unconscious of his scrutiny, was examining the intricacies +of cordage one of the pictures displayed. At last the young +man said: +</p> + +<p> +"It is very kind of you, but I came to Germany to study +ideas, not to voyage on the blue sea, not to study nature." +</p> + +<p> +They laughed, and each was brought back upon himself. +Even the prince felt he ought to think the matter over +before deciding. But Scherer said: +</p> + +<p> +"So that's settled. The only question remaining open is +when we shall start. I was thinking that April would be a +good month to choose. What do you say?" +</p> + +<p> +Eduard and Franklin agreed. Diana demurred: +</p> + +<p> +"I shall have to get leave of absence from my employer, +first!" +</p> + +<p> +"Your contract with the firm is quite clear upon that +matter," retorted Scherer. +</p> + +<p> +Diana looked pensive and remained so for the rest of +the evening. The prince, as he contemplated her, realized +how closely attuned she was to nature, to the sea and the +wind and the sun. When Scherer left her to rejoin Franklin, +who wished to have further particulars as to the length +of the voyage, the prince and the Russian moved forward +to her side, and the three thus stood grouped in the middle +of the room. +</p> + +<p> +"Are you going, too?" asked Diana, including both men +in her glance. +</p> + +<p> +"I'm entirely at your orders," answered the prince, +assuming a certain military rigidity of pose. +</p> + +<p> +The Russian laughed: +</p> + +<p> +"Your orders! So German!" +</p> + +<p> +"But only to those in authority," said the prince curtly. +</p> + +<p> +"Is this fair lady...?" began Sergievitch. +</p> + +<p> +"Only in the realm of ideas," Diana was quick to rejoin +with a merry laugh. "Not in nature! And you?" +</p> + +<p> +"I would pray for personal liberty," said the Russian +proudly, his anarchist spirit rising in the ascendant. +</p> + +<p> +"At your orders," retorted Diana coldly, looking through +him haughtily as he bowed his acknowledgment. +</p> + +<p> +Then she turned with a pleasant smile towards the prince. +</p> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<p><a id="chap0501"></a></p> + +<h2> +BOOK FIVE +</h2> + +<p><br><br></p> + +<h3> +CHAPTER ONE +</h3> + +<p> +The white yacht sailed +gracefully over the dark blue waters of the Mediterranean. +She seemed to be moving in response to an inner impulse. +This was the sixth day of the cruise, and that morning +she had left the harbour at Messina to sail in a southerly +course round the eastern shores of Sicily. The sea was +calm, and the bows cut so smoothly into the water, that +the dividing line between water and metal was as sharp +as if it had been ruled with a diamond point on the +surface of a mirror. +</p> + +<p> +Diana stood in the bows, her head tossed back and the +breeze playing with her curls, the white linen dress +clinging to her and outlining breast and leg. From a distance, +she might have been taken for the figure of that marble +Nike which, in times of old, had been placed at the nose +of the Greek warship and had flown forward to victory. +But no one was about on this particular morning. She had +ship and sea and sunlight to herself, so far as any personal +observation was concerned, for the weatherbeaten +helmsman and the two Low German sailors keeping the watch +had no time to contemplate young ladies at so early an +hour, even though, if we except old Mary, Diana was the +only woman aboard. +</p> + +<p> +And Diana knew that she was unobserved. She, like her +companions, had started off in a spirit of adventure, and +had sought nothing but enjoyment out of the voyage, the +sprightly talk, the long silences, the laughter. But, alone +of all the pleasant company, Diana knew and loved the +sea, was under the spell of the dancing waters. She had +felt this as soon as she stepped on board at Genoa, and +now she was completely won to its moods and enchantments, +in storm or calm, radiant at morn, tranquil at noon-tide, +lively at sunset, or a murmuring mystery at night. +She felt at home among the hawsers and tackle, the +life-belts and ropes and masts, the shining brasses, all the +paraphernalia of seafaring life. Untiringly she questioned +the crew as to this, that, and the other detail she did not +understand. She was learning to be an adept in reckoning +how many knots they were making, in reading the charts, +in calculating the mid pressure, and was becoming weather +wise. Yet all this seemed to her no more than a game played +upon the surface of the waters. Dark forces were at work +within the abysses of her soul. She was lured within the +magic circle of this fluid element, to plumb her own depths, +dumbly, unseeingly, and to gauge her strength in the eyes +of her friends and under the blue dome of the starry night. +When such moods of self-contemplation assailed her, she +forgot all about logarithms and maps, and allowed herself +to penetrate into the mysteries of her own nature. +Nowhere were such meditations more fruitful than when +she was surrounded by the sea. +</p> + +<p> +As Diana stood in the bows this morning she seemed +to form part of the elements around her. The sunshine +sparkled from the water as from the surface of a mirror, +it was split up into a thousand facets on the ripples, as if +the mighty fist of a god had dealt a blow upon the moving +mass from which, at the moment of impact, a cascade +of light had generated. But the impression upon Diana +was different. The radiance and the sea were for her a +world divided against itself and seeking reunion through +strife; as night fell, the radiance was absorbed into the sea; +when day dawned, it arose once more from the bosom of +the waters; and this descent and resurrection was reproduced +within herself as if she too were part of the living +cosmos. The sensation of fettered freedom was strong +upon her as the yacht glided through the Mediterranean, +for here, and here alone, did night and morning become +visible phenomena, superseding the habits of a lifetime, +and giving concrete substance to the passage of the hours. +The stars, which served to guide the vessel on her course, +appeared more pregnant with mystery than those which +shone over the houses of a town or even over the trees +of a forest. At such moments, Diana became blind to +externals, for she yielded herself up entirely to a kind of +mystical contemplation. She saw neither birds nor fishes, +nor the distant mountains coming slowly into view to +starboard, nor the flattened cone shimmering white against +the blue sky. Her thoughts were turned inward, while +the breeze played fresh and cool upon her skin, the +murmur of waters caressed her ears, the brine and the +brilliance smote upon her eyes. Oblivious to all exterior +happenings, she was only aware of palpitating sensation. +</p> + +<p> +It was for her one of those rare moments of inner +solitude which seem absolutely unattainable amid the +growing tumult and complication of modern life. Of one thing +alone did she become aware as the moments passed and +she stood awake while her friends lay wrapped in +slumber: that the sky was cloudless over a glittering sea. +</p> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<p><a id="chap0502"></a></p> + +<h3> +CHAPTER TWO +</h3> + +<p> +She was roused from her +reverie by the sound of rushing water. The men were +washing down the decks, and she had to jump lightly on +to a coil of ropes in order to escape the flood. It looked +like glass as it flowed over the boards and through the +scuppers. Diana felt her whole personality invaded by a +sensation of cheerful security, of joy, at being absorbed +as it were into a moving entity. She smiled serenely, and +looked around her at these evidences of a century to which +she seemed to be returning from a flight into a primal age. +Westward, barely eight miles away, the rugged cliffs of +an island rose out of the sea, crowned with what might +be—she had no telescope—the Roman Theatre of Taormina. +Years ago she had sailed these self-same waters, but +she had never had an opportunity of visiting the island +before, or of studying its coast-line. The young sailor who +was busy swabbing down the deck had hitherto only sailed +the Atlantic to and from America. This was his first +experience of the Mediterranean, and he could give her none +of the information she so eagerly desired. Nor could she +consult the charts, for they were in the captain's cabin. +The man at the wheel was always chary of words first +thing in the morning. No one was about who could tell +her what she longed to know. But soon the sound of an +electric bell warned her that her friends were beginning to +stir below, and she forgot her preoccupation with the +landscape in order to guess who the ringer might be. Three +times the summons was repeated, short, decisive, peremptory. +It must be Scherer; he alone, as owner of the yacht, +would venture on so authoritative an expression of urgency. +The prince usually rang but once, with deliberation. +Franklin's impatience was implied by three short, +syncopated trills following close upon each other. The +Russian never rang at all, probably, thought Diana, because +it smacked too much of the master. She smiled to herself, +hoping breakfast might soon be served. Meanwhile she +watched the gulls flying overhead, and as she did so she +heard footsteps approaching. The soft, slow tread told her +that this was the fifth of her friends aboard. +</p> + +<p> +When the plans for the cruise had been concluded, soon +after that evening at Scherer's, and Diana had been asked +if she knew of anyone else who would fit into the party, +her thoughts had naturally flown to Wilhelm, whose lute +playing and fanciful imagination would be greatly +appreciated during such a voyage. Indeed, Wilhelm had proved +so pleasant a companion to all concerned, that Scherer +himself was grateful for the young man's presence. +</p> + +<p> +"Good morning, Wilhelm," Diana called to him as he +approached. "You are the first to put in an appearance, +and yet you come an hour too late. The best of the day +is past!" +</p> + +<p> +"What? Breakfast?" +</p> + +<p> +"No, the early hours!" +</p> + +<p> +"But the sun's hardly risen." +</p> + +<p> +"True; still, like a traveller after an hour's tramp, the +sun's beginning to feel a trifle hot and weary. The first +step into the free morning air when all the rest of the +household is asleep, the first footfall to rouse the echoes +along the slumbering street—that's over for today. And +look, there's Etna!" +</p> + +<p> +"You are cold," said Wilhelm waving his hand to the +mountain. "Farewell! Farewell!—Where are we going to +land?" +</p> + +<p> +"Herr Scherer said Syracuse." +</p> + +<p> +"At noon?" +</p> + +<p> +"No, later. Perhaps not before evening." +</p> + +<p> +"And there we'll find the tyrant?" +</p> + +<p> +"Say, rather, the ear of Dionysius." +</p> + +<p> +He sat Turkish fashion on a coil of ropes, his eyes blinking +in the dazzle of sun and sea. His dreamy nature made +him critical of all this clarity and hardness of outline. It +seemed to him that the white apparition before him, resting +a foot lightly upon a taut bit of cordage and leaning against +the brass rail, with the background of blue, was poised in +mid air. +</p> + +<p> +"You have a way of talking about the gods as if they +were relations of yours, Diana. And now you want to +know where Dionysius keeps his ears! What do they +matter? A man needs no more than mouth and nose to +appreciate Burgundy." +</p> + +<p> +"This morning you have no eyes," she retorted, smiling +and poking him playfully with the point of her shoe. "If +only you had ears! Then you would have heard what Herr +Scherer had to tell us last night about this ear, seeing that +this time, may it please you, we are not making for your +tutelary deity, but for the tyrant who took the name of +the god because—well, because he may have felt a kinship +to the gods just as Diana does. And now let's have +some breakfast." +</p> + +<p> +So saying she jumped off the rail, pulled Wilhelm to his +feet, linked arms with him, and sped down the deck to +the dining-room, a place of glass and steel situated on the +promenade deck. Taking the seat at the head of the table, +she said to the steward, who awaited her orders menu in +hand, "Oh, just give us anything you have a mind to, fruit, +tea, what you will!" +</p> + +<p> +"Impossible," protested Wilhelm, grasping the menu and +measuring it with his fingers. "Eight inches of breakfast +can't be walked off! And the spacing between dishes is as +close as in the cheap edition of Jean Paul I have downstairs +in my cabin. So for today I decree that we choose the even +numbers 2, 4, 6, 8, and tomorrow we'll eat the uneven." +</p> + +<p> +Thereupon he handed back the card to the steward who +went off to get them what they had ordered. As soon as +the man was out of earshot, Wilhelm said: +</p> + +<p> +"Have you noticed how the Russian eats?" +</p> + +<p> +"He eats splendidly," said Diana with ostentatious +decision, smoothing her table napkin primly over her lap. +</p> + +<p> +"Splendidly! Indeed?" The young man raised a hand +in protest. Then with the utmost solemnity, as if the +conventions of good manners were his main concern in life, +he continued: "Didn't you notice how, last night at +dinner, he took a quail in his fingers and bit off its head, +smartly and almost savagely, as if he were an ogre dining +off a grand duke?" +</p> + +<p> +Diana laughed in spite of herself. She bit heartily into +an apple, as she retorted: +</p> + +<p> +"Yes, Wilhelm, smartly and savagely," and she suited her +action to the words, biting ferociously into the fruit she +held in hand. "I'm not particularly enamoured of this +conceited young Russian, and as far as I am concerned he +might have stayed at home. But he has the finest teeth +I've ever seen biting into anything, and it's only when he +attacks his food that you can see them, for he never laughs. +Besides, as far as quails are concerned, conventional +etiquette permits one to bite their heads off, as you can read +for yourself in Brillat-Savarin, even if one be a grand +duke and one takes the quail for a roasted anarchist!" +</p> + +<p> +"I'll have to ask the prince about that," said Wilhelm +huffily, helping himself to porridge. "He's nearly a grand +duke himself and must know about such things better +than any of us." +</p> + +<p> +The prince appeared at that moment and stood looking +through the glass door, as he said with indulgent pity: +</p> + +<p> +"Fancy eating breakfast just as we are sailing by +Fiumefreddo, Gurna, and Fondachello! A fleeting moment we +may never hope to recapture...." +</p> + +<p> +"Fancy sleeping on to eight o'clock on such a morning," +retorted Diana, "and then to try and cloak the misdemeanour +with an erudition acquired on the wing as it were—for +I am sure you've only culled those names from a map +as you were dressing!" +</p> + +<p> +"Well, you can't deny that I've committed them to +memory with commendable promptitude," said the prince, as +he took his place on Diana's left, for, wishing to avoid +formal etiquette of any kind, it had been agreed that all +were to take their seats at table as chance would have +it—an arrangement which invariably entailed a general post +of table napkins as the prelude to every meal. "Fate, in +the person of Giorgino, our worthy chef's assistant, who +from a passionate desire to move in high social circles +gets up when everyone else is asleep and lays the breakfast +table, fate, I say, had decreed that the Russian should +sit here. But I am not afraid to gainsay the dame by +removing Sergievitch's napkin to a lower place at our board," +and he suited the action to the word. "Good morning, Herr +Wilhelm!" +</p> + +<p> +Wilhelm, busy ladling in his porridge, was content to +reply: +</p> + +<p> +"Good morning! Do you happen ever to have killed a +quail by biting off its head?" +</p> + +<p> +The prince's eyebrows went up in perplexity at the +question. Then, turning to Diana, he inquired: +</p> + +<p> +"Has Herr Wilhelm had a bad dream?" +</p> + +<p> +She shook her head, saying: +</p> + +<p> +"Marsala, porridge, sea air, Jean Paul, and a good deal +of Stromboli...." +</p> + +<p> +"Too much Stromboli," interrupted Scherer as he came +forward with the Russian. When the chorus of greetings +had subsided, he continued: "Not only that, but too much +mail as well. I was a fool to call for it in Messina +yesterday, it's given me a headache going through the pile and +has made me late for breakfast." +</p> + +<p> +"Allow me," said Diana offering him the dish, and for +a good while thereafter the five of them were busy with +the details of breakfasting. +</p> + +<p> +"Can I get no information for my department?" inquired +Diana, at length. +</p> + +<p> +"I suggest an editorial staff on the following lines," said +the prince. "The aim of the Scherer expedition: to incite +Lord Northcliffe to suicide. The means: publication of +events just before their occurrence. Leader writer: the +Captain. Trade: Herr Scherer. Commerce: Fräulein de +Wassilko. Technical affairs: Herr Wilhelm. Advertisements: +Herr Franklin. Art: Giorgino, who lays our dining +table so well. Reminiscences of the twenty-first century: +Dr. Sergievitch." +</p> + +<p> +"And what about yourself, Prince?" +</p> + +<p> +"I am, of course, the Constant Reader, who for years +has sent in letters of protest, in English, in American, in +Russian, in Italian, to say: 'I earnestly request you to give +us a little less "Excelsior."'" +</p> + +<p> +"Your arrangement won't do at all," interrupted Scherer, +"for, since we shall have to depend on our advertisements +for our financial security, we must have some one who can +get up early!" +</p> + +<p> +Whereupon they all began to comment on Franklin's +unpunctuality as if they themselves had been up for hours. +Diana recommended Wilhelm for the post, seeing that he +had been the first of the men to put in an appearance, but, +since Franklin himself entered at that moment, all were +nonplussed for a reply. +</p> + +<p> +"I'm awfully sorry," apologized Franklin, hastily slipping +into the vacant place, "but I've had a most extraordinary +dream!" +</p> + +<p> +"With whom?" asked Wilhelm innocently. +</p> + +<p> +"With a French colonial. He and I used constantly to be +at loggerheads...." +</p> + +<p> +Whereat they all laughed, and Diana said: +</p> + +<p> +"The prince told us a similar story yesterday. It seems to +me there is too much dreaming aboard the 'Excelsior.' You +ought to run more races, or swing dumbbells or something. +Have we any foils?" +</p> + +<p> +"You need not have anxiety on my account," said +Scherer, "for I never dream." +</p> + +<p> +He spoke so simply that no one could doubt the truth +of the statement. The prince's scepticism might have led +him to demur had not Kyril, with his usual solemnity +amid the flashes of wit and humour of his comrades, +exclaimed: +</p> + +<p> +"So there really are people in the world who never dream!" +</p> + +<p> +"And who are, nevertheless, musical, you'd like to add. +Eh?" +</p> + +<p> +The prince had tossed the repartee to the Russian, hoping +to bring a little levity into the solemn seriousness which +the man's words had cast upon the company. +</p> + +<p> +"No, what I had in mind was that there were actually +persons who never dream and are yet competent to carry +out business transactions." +</p> + +<p> +Even the prince, paradoxical as were his outlooks as a +rule, was taken aback. Who could have imagined such +words in the mouth of a revolutionary? Everyone was +now alert in the discussion, while Scherer endeavoured to +exculpate himself by saying: +</p> + +<p> +"And why not? So long as a man does not forget the +dream of his own practical endeavour, what matters it +if his nights are dreamless? Day cannot kill a dream which +night has not created!" +</p> + +<p> +"Wilhelm," cried Diana cheerfully, "confirmed dreamer +that you are, there's hope for you yet! Even now you may +become a man of action!" Her eyes met Franklin's as she +spoke, and she realized that though he too was striving +towards practical achievements, he had no wish to be +exiled from the realm of dreams. She smiled at him across +the table. +</p> + +<p> +"You're laughing at me," protested Scherer. +</p> + +<p> +"I am merely laughing at the principles of those who can +tolerate fulfilment only when it is in harmony with their +own peculiar nature." +</p> + +<p> +The prince, silent himself, became aware that between +Diana and the four other men, a series of epigrams was +in course of construction. He seemed to perceive the +thoughts like living sparks glowing in mid air, when the +Russian intervened: +</p> + +<p> +"Fulfilment? There's no such thing so far as rationalists +are concerned, and as for us others it would only serve to +hinder our activities. Unless one can die at the very +moment of fulfilment, it were better never to have been born +at all. He who, while dreaming, acts, is even more +dangerous than he who could create in response to his dream. +In this matter, likewise, I am all in favour of a partition +of powers." +</p> + +<p> +Franklin, hardly admitting even to himself how much +he disliked the Russian, followed what Sergievitch said as +in a dream, barely conscious of the meaning of the words. +Before him he saw a man, handsome and young, with hair, +complexion, and eyes so clear as to gainsay the sombre +spirit which pervaded Kyril's whole inner being. Surely, +thought Franklin, this man must be instinct with devotion, +imagination, and at the same time so completely master +of himself that he gives his fancy rein only to a circumscribed +extent, never allowing it to get out of control. He +sought to probe the young Russian's heart. +</p> + +<p> +Precisely because he did not understand Kyril as well +as Franklin did, Wilhelm liked the Russian. After a while +he asked innocently: +</p> + +<p> +"Do you mind telling me what partition of powers +means?" +</p> + +<p> +"Alternative spells of freedom and unfreedom," +explained Scherer. +</p> + +<p> +"Not bad, so long as you don't take the words in a +political sense," commented Kyril. "All the same there's a +certain danger...." +</p> + +<p> +"Everything seems to harbour dangers for you this +morning," said the prince politely. "And yet the sky is +blue and cloudless, and there is no wind to ruffle the +waters." He glanced over at Diana to see if she would not +give the signal to rise. But she remained seated. +</p> + +<p> +Scherer said softly: "Give me the man who, wide-awake, +controls his deeds!" +</p> + +<p> +"And I love the deed which is moulded on the anvil of +a dream," put in Franklin. +</p> + +<p> +All were silent for a time. Then Diana, turning to the +prince, asked with a smile: +</p> + +<p> +"What have you to say to this?" +</p> + +<p> +"I? Oh, I am honestly fonder of the people themselves +than of the people's leaders or of their works, though I +would not renounce laurel or other crowns. But I know +that such thoughts are quite out of date!" +</p> + +<p> +He looked squarely at Diana as he finished, thus making +it clear to her that he wished her to give the signal which +should put an end to the meal. He wanted to withdraw, to +be free, for he had revealed a tiny corner of his heart and +felt profoundly moved at what he had done. In his +embarrassment he turned away, and did not observe Kyril's +blue eyes, more pure, more innocent than ever, fixed +upon him appreciatively. The people! That word, +falling from the lips of so paradoxical a creature as the +prince, spoken so simply, nonplussed the revolutionary +and yet gave him premonitions of a future understanding. +</p> + +<p> +Diana, as she rose, avoided the eyes of both men, seeking +Scherer's steady gaze. But instead, she encountered +Wilhelm's boyish eyes, puzzled, perplexed, and she heard him +mutter to himself: +</p> + +<p> +"What on earth are they all talking about? I haven't +understood a word!" +</p> + +<p> +And he slipped through the glass door in her wake. +</p> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<p><a id="chap0503"></a></p> + +<h3> +CHAPTER THREE +</h3> + +<p> +The sun hung midway between +the zenith and the western horizon as the "Excelsior" +drew near the harbour of Syracuse. As they approached, +the travellers looked through the telescope at the reality +about which they had been dreaming all along. But +although the prince jested and Wilhelm gave rein to his +fancy, the one dryly sceptical, the other naïve and +ingenuous, although the whole company was eager and +expectant at the proximity of this memorial of ancient +Greece, yet their customary cheerfulness seemed a little +damped this afternoon. Diana had passed the day in +far-ranging talk with Wilhelm and Franklin; the others had +been more silent than usual. It was obvious that the +conversation was stimulated by Diana's presence, and though +not actually antagonistic, nevertheless occasionally bordered +on recrimination. +</p> + +<p> +Scherer, as host and owner of the yacht, had become +accustomed to the shade of arrogance with which the +intellectuals of the party regarded him, the mere business man. +He was tolerant and indulgent towards this unconscious +assumption of superiority. But the way in which the +Russian opposed Scherer's practical outlook on life with his +own ideological conceptions, seemed to the financier on a +different plane from the oppositions he encountered among +his other guests. It made him pensive and a little uneasy +on his own and on Sergievitch's account. For he felt that +from the point of view of problems to be faced, he and the +Russian had much in common, whereas, from the outlook +of political principles, everything tended to keep them +apart. He himself could never be more than a dabbler in +socialism. He was instinctively aware that in the young +foreigner's heart there was something else besides the anarchist +autocrat. This premonition moved him profoundly, as +when a man unintentionally touching a woman or seeing +her in a new gown, is conscious of a sensual thrill at the +contact or the sight, and suddenly realizes she is quitting +the circle in which she has hitherto existed for him, and is +escaping into the distance. +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p> +The party's spirits rose as the yacht put into the harbour. +Scherer estimated the width of the entry which the +Syracusans had once closed with chains and boats against +the onslaughts of Nicias. There was talk of mines and +submarines, and of how only the means had changed, not the +theories. Once ashore, they found themselves accompanied +by a growing crowd of self-constituted guides as they +strolled about the streets of the ancient city. They chaffed +one another about their recently acquired knowledge of +the place—mostly crammed up for the occasion from guide +books. The gloom which had clung to the company all day +gradually dispelled, and even the two poets joined in the +general hilarity. A little cluster of shrubs which formed a +circle round the well in the ancient market-place attracted +Wilhelm's attention. +</p> + +<p> +"The first courier from Africa," said Scherer sententiously. +"And to think that out of these amazingly bristly +stalks the Egyptians of old made their amazingly bristly +paper." +</p> + +<p> +Wilhelm looked up, inquiringly, for he was puzzled. +</p> + +<p> +"Scherer means papyrus," said Franklin softly. "You +could write sonnets on the stuff." +</p> + +<p> +Wilhelm passed his fingers over the stalks. Nowhere +could he find a smooth surface. +</p> + +<p> +"But how could one ever write on such a thing?" he +asked suspiciously. +</p> + +<p> +Scherer explained the process whereby the fibres were +converted into paper, while the whole company lolled +against the shaft of the well, and a dozen or more +children and beggars took up their stand around the visitors. +Wilhelm followed Scherer's little lecture with the keen +curiosity of a boy. +</p> + +<p> +"In a word," concluded the prince, who had recaptured +his customary mood of raillery, "all the misfortunes which +beset this world have their origin in this plant, which may +be looked upon as the instrument whereby light has been +brought out of the East!" +</p> + +<p> +"It serves also to disseminate speeches from the throne, +Your Highness," retorted Kyril provocatively. +</p> + +<p> +"Sonnets, demonstrations, newspapers," said Scherer, +still stroking the plant with his fingers, "the stuff's as +dangerous as dynamite! Don't you think so too?" +</p> + +<p> +Diana, to whom the question had been addressed in +order to draw her out of her silence, answered laughingly: +</p> + +<p> +"Does not one of you hear the voice of the well which +is encircled by the plant? Arethusa herself, and at this +very spot the hunted nymph must have been metamorphosed. +The water in the well is salt to the tongue, so +bitterly did the maiden weep. Diana was responsible for +the metamorphosis..." +</p> + +<p> +She muttered the last words to herself and gazed into +the well's depths. There was a silence, while five men's +eyes were fixed upon the young woman who stood leaning +over the parapet, and who bore the name of a goddess. +</p> + +<p> +The prince clicked his tongue. He hated to have to live +through such moments of tension while in the company of +others. +</p> + +<p> +"Diana has in very truth metamorphosed all of us," +he said at length. "How about following this gentleman +who for the last ten minutes has been trying to entice us +into his osteria?" +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p> +"Al teatro, Signori! Al teatro!" yelled a voice from the +throng, while twenty hands pointed in the same direction, +and twenty voices echoed the cry. It was agreed that they +would go, and as they went towards the building the crowd +pushed them and pulled them and gesticulated wildly. +They passed over the bridge which separated Ortygia from +the mainland, and soon came to the hill, Eduard leading +the way amid a mob of citizens, and Kyril walking on the +flank, not quite so hemmed in as the prince. Scherer, who +was following with Franklin, noticed this and observed: +</p> + +<p> +"How could a stranger decide which was the prince +and which the man of the people?" +</p> + +<p> +"But are they so different? Are they really so different?" +asked Franklin. "Are they not, rather, brothers? Idealists +both?" +</p> + +<p> +"It often happens that those who belong to the same +intellectual category possess the fewest points of +resemblance." +</p> + +<p> +"But would you suffer yourself to be kept apart from a +person you liked simply because of differences in social +status, position, rank, or what not?" +</p> + +<p> +Scherer thought: "He'd love to write a sonnet on a +papyrus after all!" A smile lighted up his face at the +notion, and he said aloud: "Yes, such things can keep kindred +spirits apart. Birth, above all, is a hindrance. The papyrus, +born in Egypt, and transplanted to Syracuse, cannot be +acclimatized in Stockholm. But what I mainly had in mind +was the varying quantity of freedom these two men might +enjoy and turn to advantage." +</p> + +<p> +"Is the Russian then so fettered and unfree merely +because the tsar has exiled him from the possible arena of +his activity?" +</p> + +<p> +"The Russian? I would rather say the prince; it is he who +is shackled because his father is a reigning monarch! Can't +you see the counterpart?" +</p> + +<p> +Franklin was silent. His mind, ever ready to absorb as +much of the world of reality as he could house in the realm +of his fancy, was open to the influence of this man of the +world. He was ever willing, despite his grey hairs, to +acquire new knowledge, and, since the beginning of the +cruise, he had kept aloof from Diana and Wilhelm whose +playful ways put him out of humour. +</p> + +<p> +These two young people brought up the rear. Wilhelm +had held his peace for some time; then he said: +</p> + +<p> +"Arethusa! I can fancy christening a serious little girl +by such a name, a little maid one would sit upon one's knee. +Arethusa..." +</p> + +<p> +He weighed the name, dandling it, as if it were in actual +fact a child one were playing with. Then he asked +abruptly: +</p> + +<p> +"Diana?" +</p> + +<p> +"Yes, Wilhelm?" +</p> + +<p> +"Are you really a nymph?" +</p> + +<p> +"You are a fool," chanted Diana, running away from +his side and rejoining the others. +</p> + +<p> +It was not until they had entered the Greek theatre that +they were able to shake off the crowd which had accompanied +them. The custodian, a man as solemn as a Saracen +and as beautiful as an Arab, uniting in his person the +attributes of the two races out of which the Sicilians have +sprung, was content to murmur a few names, and after +a while he ceased talking altogether. The travellers sat +motionless upon the topmost step, looking down on the +great tiers which had been hewn out of the rock, and which +still gave the impression of an amphitheatre. But an +earthquake had destroyed the stage and other structures, thus +freeing the view westward over the harbour, the town, and +the sea. +</p> + +<p> +The flight of steps was overgrown with moss and ivy, +and the stone had been weathered by two thousand years +of wind and brine. Laurels and cherry-laurels shaded the +parapets and walls, while fresh green leaves were sprouting +from the gnarled and twisted branches of ancient fig trees. +Gloomy olive groves were burnished by the evening sun, +and, clinging to the broken pillars of what had been the +stage, the wistaria drooped under the weight of its heavy +clusters of purple blossoms. The eye travelled over the +silhouettes of towers and gables in the town, to the sea, +circumscribed by jagged cliffs and mountains capped with a +bank of cloud. The foreground of this picture was +inexpressibly sweet, wellnigh idyllic, with its scents and +delicate melancholy; but the distant view verged on the +tragical and forced the onlooker to recall how in far-off +days the great choruses of the poets had filled the air and +delighted the ears of the thousands who occupied the +serried rows of the amphitheatre. +</p> + +<p> +Each member of the little company from the yacht had +sat down where chance had offered a convenient resting +place. No one spoke. All were busied with their private +meditations. Franklin, carried away by the mighty rhythm +of the view, peopled the scene with figures from his own +dramas. Kyril, nearby, envisaged vast assemblies of +workers, gathered together in this spot before they marched +upon the town, not to be hewn mercilessly down a second +time as they had been at the Winter Palace! Scherer, who +had happened to take a lower step for his resting place, +thought how splendid a thing it would be to have such an +open-air theatre up north, where, of a Sunday, popular +plays on the large scale might be played; later on one +might perform Schiller; and then, in the end, have a try at +producing Goethe's <i>Iphigenia</i>. But not the dramas of classical +antiquity, they might not be understood. Wilhelm was +congratulating himself that he had not brought his lute. "I +could not have refrained from playing it, and that might +not have suited the others' moods. I wonder if we are +going back to the yacht for dinner? Those wisteria +clusters look like grapes. It must be exquisite here in +autumn..." +</p> + +<p> +Eduard and Diana were sitting higher than the rest, but +they were separated by the whole width of the round +tower. The prince looked at her and thought: "Are we +foredoomed to be separated? Still, we are sitting on the +same step!" +</p> + +<p> +Diana leaned her arm on a broken shaft, her head was +bent back, her legs were crossed, and her eyes were fixed +upon the sea as it struggled with the forces of light and +shade. She had completely forgotten the friends around her. +</p> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<p><a id="chap0504"></a></p> + +<h3> +CHAPTER FOUR +</h3> + +<p> +"Here's a revised sketch of +the thing. Kraus has just sent it. You'll be able to judge +from a glance at it whether you are mistaken or not." +</p> + +<p> +Scherer, who was pacing the deck with Diana, stopped +in his walk to extract a sheet of paper from a yellow folder. +The wind caught the sheet and wrestled for its possession, +but Scherer took refuge behind a screen where Diana +rejoined him. Each held a corner of the refractory paper +in order the better to study it. +</p> + +<p> +"The red lines indicate the numbers of the first-rate +hotels throughout Germany, don't they?" +</p> + +<p> +"Yes. And the blue the bigger clubs. They are used as +yet only by the editorial staffs of newspapers, by ministers +and stockbrokers, whose numbers are reckoned up in the +yellow column. But the figures are grossly exaggerated. +The small figures at the foot of the page indicate that the +cost of the news service should be reduced by from ten to +twenty per cent, if we are to get a decent dividend out of +the concern." +</p> + +<p> +He pocketed the document once more, and the two resumed +their morning walk, still discussing business affairs +as was their habit at this hour of the morning. +</p> + +<p> +"That's all right, I quite understand. Wouldn't it be +better to increase the rate of subscription than to lower the +cost of production?" +</p> + +<p> +"There's your English training peeping out," laughed +Scherer. "A club or hotel in Germany would far rather +pay twelve hundred marks for a glass-doored cupboard +wherein it could store all the news of the world to be +gaped at by every passer-by; they would sooner expend +thousands in subscriptions to periodicals which they could +file in ancient presses as if they were some rare plants, than +subscribe liberally to such a news service as I propose, +which is a much less tangible asset." +</p> + +<p> +"I've never heard any one rail against newspapers as +you do," retorted Diana merrily. "There's nothing in the +world you have your knife into so much!" +</p> + +<p> +Scherer, who in this matter had very definite principles +to guide him, answered half ironically: +</p> + +<p> +"The newspaper is a thing that needs to be conquered." +</p> + +<p> +"Thus spake Zarathustra," came a voice from the +recesses of a deck chair. The two paused for a moment by +the owner of the voice, who was engaged in a conversation +with Kyril. Diana was used now to the prince's badinage, +and she surmised that his sudden intrusion into an +alien tête-à-tête must mean that he had come to a knotty +point in his discussion with the Russian. She was, +therefore, somewhat surprised when Kyril himself gave +sanction to the prince's interpolation by saying: +</p> + +<p> +"But not until the kings have spoken, Herr Scherer!" +</p> + +<p> +"Oh, they never read the papers," answered Scherer +good-humouredly, "and yet they are the very people who +need them most!" +</p> + +<p> +He turned on his heel to resume his walk, and as Diana +prepared to follow, a gust of wind took her skirt and lifted +it high. As she turned on herself to bring it to reason, +Scherer noticed that the two young men, who had +obviously been having an argument over contentious points, +with equal seriousness were now regarding Diana's legs. +</p> + +<p> +"They look as if they were faced with a very intricate +problem," said Diana as she rejoined the financier. +</p> + +<p> +Scherer, amused by the ambiguity of the words, which +he knew to be spoken in perfect innocence, answered +nothing. She was puzzled by his silence and his obvious +amusement. +</p> + +<p> +"You are smiling," she said. "Have I ... have +you...?" +</p> + +<p> +"No, no! Nothing," protested Scherer kindly, and he +was delighted to see a blush mounting to her cheeks. "Their +talk may have come to a dead point just as we came up." +</p> + +<p> +Diana, patting her blouse and skirt with a very feminine +gesture in case there should still be a certain disorder +in her appearance, racked her brains to discover what he +was hiding from her. +</p> + +<p> +"Well now," said Scherer coming back to the point in a +businesslike manner, "a news service for Germans must be +run cheaply or not at all. Otherwise our worthy +compatriots will reproach us, saying: the Wolff Information +Bureau gave us just as good service for a quarter the +price." +</p> + +<p> +"Wolff's!" cried Diana, disdainfully. +</p> + +<p> +"A poor, miserable tapeworm," rejoined Scherer zealously, +"never stopping once it is set going, and provides +the reader with the pleasure of seeing world history printed +before his very eyes. A fantastical freak of a thing!" +</p> + +<p> +Diana listened to his tirade with amusement. These rare +moments of enthusiasm in a man who habitually assumed +an attitude of reserve, were congenial to her. It pleased her +to see his ripe experience irradiated with youthful ardour. +</p> + +<p> +"I surrender," she said merrily, bringing her hand to the +salute, and speaking with the smartness of a young +midshipman on duty. "As soon as we are back in Berlin, I'll +get to work on our budget and see whether I can't make a +reduction in its figures of at least ten per cent a year." +</p> + +<p> +"Ten to twenty." +</p> + +<p> +"That means fifteen." +</p> + +<p> +"Which is not quite the same thing, you know!" +</p> + +<p> +They discussed the issue thus raised, and while they +did so the figures they mentioned were wafted over to +Franklin as he stood gazing seaward from the bows. +Wilhelm was lounging in a deck chair by his side, blinking +his eyes in the sunlight, wrapped in reverie. Diana, as she +and Scherer turned, caught him saying: +</p> + +<p> +"You are deceiving me. There aren't any dolphins in +reality. This is the tenth day of our cruise and I haven't +seen a sign of one yet!" +</p> + +<p> +"They're always discussing percentage," muttered Franklin, +who had not heard what Wilhelm was saying. He was +invariably more of the poet and less of the diplomat when +he had to do with men of the world. "It's amazing the +way he parcels out the wealth of Mother Earth!" +</p> + +<p> +Franklin seemed to have forgotten Wilhelm's presence, +to have forgotten the ship, and above all to have forgotten +his own position in the world, as he continued to utter +his thoughts aloud oblivious of whether he was overheard +or not. +</p> + +<p> +"A woman of genius, daring to the verge of indiscretion.... +A man, emerging from the mist, revealing himself +for one minute of time, and realizing that he stands +on the edge of an abyss..." He turned abruptly towards +Wilhelm, leaning over him, his hands working as if he +were moulding clay: "Can't you understand? The man of +the world's clarity of vision dimmed by sensual charms +which he, and he alone, must never, never allow himself +to enjoy unless he breaks the laws of his own being." +</p> + +<p> +He pulled himself together, turned away, and once +more contemplated the expanse of waters. +</p> + +<p> +Wilhelm had followed his discourse with composure. +He did not budge from his chair, but continued to lie back +among the comfortable cushions as he said: +</p> + +<p> +"You've fallen into one of your mad moods again, I see. +Hardly twenty minutes have passed by since you were +informing me that there was nothing in the whole world +to equal movement, motion. You even raised your voice +to exclaim: 'Swimming, Wilhelm, swimming!' And the +sailor over there, whose name is likewise Wilhelm, was +preparing to come to our assistance with a life-belt. 'To +swim with a comrade, breasting the current together, and +to reach the goal before him. That's better by far than to +sit shivering on the bank and make sketches of the swimmers.'" +</p> + +<p> +"What the devil are you talking about?" interrupted +Franklin crossly. +</p> + +<p> +"I assure you," continued Wilhelm quietly, "that's +exactly what you said. It was eleven o'clock precisely when +you made your proclamation—I'd just looked at my +watch—and it is not quite half-past now." +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p> +"There'll be no such embassies in the future," Kyril was +saying at the other end of the vessel, just as Diana and +Scherer turned in their walk. "Red plush. Gobelin tapestry, +birthday celebrations, tea-parties as background to decisions +concerning foreign policy, all will come to an end; +and we'll have business conducted in offices, soberly +decorated, with grey walls and carpets and easy chairs such as +we affect in clubs and smoking rooms..." +</p> + +<p> +"Are you so profoundly convinced of the ethical value +of leather?" asked the prince mockingly. But Kyril +continued unheeding: +</p> + +<p> +"No conversation shall take place save in the presence +of a dictaphone, set up somewhere conspicuous so that +everyone can see it, a dictaphone which will reproduce +the talk within the walls of parliament. Everything must +be clear, unambiguous, sober. Business, not diplomacy!" +</p> + +<p> +"Shall we be allowed to smoke cigarettes?" +</p> + +<p> +"Each member of the community will eat and smoke +according to individual preference. But the State will no +longer foot the bill for what its representative sets before +the representative of another State and his wife in order +that through the exploitation of the indigestion of the +former or the taste for good wines of the latter, he may +elicit from his guests certain useful information." +</p> + +<p> +"Rather a dreary world, Doctor. Doesn't it seem to +you that such representation abroad is very similar to the +interior functioning of a certain police-ridden State which +is far from being to your taste?" +</p> + +<p> +Kyril stood motionless, pipe in hand. +</p> + +<p> +"The common things of everyday life will be irradiated +with the Idea," he said at length. +</p> + +<p> +"The Idea? Ah, yes, of course! But what about the +persons who carry out the Idea?" +</p> + +<p> +"They will devote themselves whole-heartedly to the +carrying out of the Idea." +</p> + +<p> +"And they'll all be in complete sympathy with it, eh? +As a matter of principle, there will be no such thing as +hatred in your community, I suppose? Les passions seront +tout à fait nivelées?" +</p> + +<p> +"Les passions," echoed Kyril gloomily, a savage tone +coming into his voice, and Eduard, who had quite casually +lapsed into the foreign idiom, was surprised at having +inveigled the young man into speaking French, and equally +surprised at the excellent way the words were pronounced. +He also noticed that the thick, blond brows were drawn +together, the eyes, which had been shining and happy, were +clouded, and the whole man, hitherto so motionless, leaning +against the rail, was stirring, was pulling himself away +from the support, and was slowly turning round to +contemplate upon the sea the yacht's wake. +</p> + +<p> +Eduard noted all these things, and held his peace. It is +always so, he mused. Whenever such ideologues leave the +party rut, they invariably lapse into being dragons from +a primitive age. Just as he begins to be interesting, he ceases +to talk—much as I do myself! +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p> +That evening the prince stood with Diana, on the bridge. +A fresh breeze had been blowing all day from the east, +and the yacht was under sail. Now the air was very still +and very warm. They were rounding Cape Matapan, and +knew that they were in for a spell of balmy weather. Diana +had thrown a white cape over her evening gown, and was +wearing it toga fashion, like an Italian officer. She stood +bare-headed just in front of Eduard, who was likewise +wrapped in a cloak, and towering head and shoulders +above her. From a distance, they might have been taken +for one person, standing alone. +</p> + +<p> +The night sky, clear as crystal, brilliant as it can only +be in the south, was studded with stars. Diana did not +speak. She looked this way and that, bending over the rail, +gazing upward at the constellations which, as she picked +them out, she named quietly, for her own gratification. +Eduard pressed close against the rail so as not to hinder +her in her movements, for, though she herself had invited +him to come with her, she seemed to have forgotten his +presence, and to be averse to being reminded that he was +at her side. He was, therefore, taken unawares when she +cried: +</p> + +<p> +"There it is!" +</p> + +<p> +"What?" +</p> + +<p> +"The Scales. Don't you see? Over there!" +</p> + +<p> +"Where?" +</p> + +<p> +"There, just in line with the helmsman's cap is Lyra, and +two spans away the four bright stars—over there! Do you +see them now?" +</p> + +<p> +He leaned forward to follow her indications, and as he +did so, she placed her left hand on his shoulder. Eduard +saw nothing, but he kept very still. He wanted to prolong +this moment, to eke it out to the utmost. He wondered if +he had better say that he saw the constellation, but that +might put an end to her present position. Perhaps he had +better ask her once more to point it out; but that might +cause her to make some other movement. At last he felt +that he dared not allow any more time to elapse before +speaking, so he forced himself to say: +</p> + +<p> +"Four stars, of course, yes, that's the Scales." +</p> + +<p> +His tone affected Diana disagreeably; she made for the +ladder, and climbed down before he had collected his +wits sufficiently to give her a helping hand. But she knew +the prince too well now to feel piqued; and he, though +annoyed with himself, was determined not to spoil their +stroll together. They walked forward in silence, and after +a while he said: +</p> + +<p> +"Is that your constellation?" +</p> + +<p> +"A balance! Could one have a better guiding star?" She +paused in her walk and leaned against the rail. +</p> + +<p> +Again the prince was silent. She had opened her cloak +in order to throw the end over her shoulder again for it +had become dislodged, and as she did so the fragrance of +her body and her gown was wafted to him on the night +air, confusing his thoughts once more. Could this woman, +speaking so calmly under the stars, be the one whose +slim, boylike legs a wanton wind had displayed this same +morning, whose sun-tanned neck had spoken to him of +youth and vigour as the company had sat over dinner, and +whose bronzed figure he had seen for one second of time +when she had posed as the goddess of the chase? +</p> + +<p> +Determined to come back to the present, he said: +</p> + +<p> +"Someone was talking to me only this morning about +balance in the government of a State, as if we need no +longer reckon with the human, emotional factor. At last +I asked him: 'And what about the passions?' +</p> + +<p> +"La passione," Diana softly murmured, turning round +to peer into the sea. +</p> + +<p> +Eduard was taken aback by her choice of such romantic +words in so romantic a tongue; he was no less struck by +the similarity between Kyril's reaction and Diana's to his +shaft. He was annoyed at finding any similarity between +two such alien natures, and said with some asperity: +</p> + +<p> +"Si, signorina! Or is the constellation to become +obscured as soon as we are driven to do something +ill-balanced?" +</p> + +<p> +She looked over her shoulder, and asked coldly: +</p> + +<p> +"Are you afraid of ill-balanced things?" +</p> + +<p> +He did not yield ground under her gaze, and retorted: +</p> + +<p> +"You yourself chose the Scales as your guiding star, +not I!" +</p> + +<p> +"My life," she continued in a gentler voice, "has been +one long stare at that constellation—and yet, judging by +the course my life has hitherto taken, one would think that +Mars had been my guiding star." +</p> + +<p> +She raised her head as she spoke, and looked up as if +seeking the planet she had just named. He gazed at her +in speechless devotion, and when she, calmed by her own +words, rested her arms once more on the rail and cast her +eyes upon the water, he said tranquilly: +</p> + +<p> +"And yet your life seems to me, as I contemplate it from +afar, to have been constructive rather than destructive." +</p> + +<p> +She was wholly reconciled by his words, and said softly: +</p> + +<p> +"Mars lives within me, Prince, as he lives within us all." +</p> + +<p> +Eduard watched her as, her arms wrapped in her cloak, +she leaned over the yacht's side. A tiny hem of her silk +dress gleamed beneath the lower edge of her cloak. He +took in every detail, as he mused: "In an hour's time she +will be alone, looking into the small, triangular glass I +caught a glimpse of as I passed by her open door +yesterday..." At length he said, almost in a whisper: +</p> + +<p> +"Mars and the Scales. Maybe they are both alternatively +the guiding stars of wanderers?" +</p> + +<p> +Diana raised her eyes to his, as she said: +</p> + +<p> +"And yet one of them guides the steadfast, while the +other illumines the path of the warrior. Surely of all the +company aboard the 'Excelsior,' you are the one who should +choose the Scales for your emblem." +</p> + +<p> +He felt that he had been dissected, that the words were +hemming him in, and was about to answer somewhat +warmly, when the sound of a lute broke upon the stillness +of the night. Diana's harshness evaporated as the strains +were carried towards her, and she said, smiling happily: +</p> + +<p> +"Listen! Wilhelm is going to sing," and she began to +hum the song. +</p> + +<p class="poem"> + Quant' é bella giovinezza<br> + mà si fugge tuttavia...<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p> +With the sprightliness of a girl of seventeen, and as +unwittingly as a princess, she slipped her hand through +Eduard's arm, and rejoined the circle of her friends. +</p> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<p><a id="chap0505"></a></p> + +<h3> +CHAPTER FIVE +</h3> + +<p> +A solitary gull followed +the yacht. How had it got separated from its fellows? Had +its flight been hindered by some accident? From what +far-off island had it come, towards what shore was it now +winging its way? It hovered above the masthead. Minutes +went by. Then suddenly it swooped, making straight for the +sea. Was it pouncing upon its prey? +</p> + +<p> +"A lonesome creature," mused Diana, who had spent +the whole afternoon on deck, reclining in a chair, alone, +motionless, brooding. "Freedom! There is more freedom +around that bird than there is around the leopard in the +African desert or the sable in the northern wilds. There +are sportsmen it is true—but sportsmen can do no more +than kill. They do not trap, and if they do, it is only to +capture the young and immature or those which have +allowed themselves to be hoaxed. Has a human being ever +ventured to arrogate to himself so great an abundance of +freedom as does this wild bird, winging its way through +those vast solitudes? And I, shall I not be punished because +of my bold determination to be free? +</p> + +<p> +"Homeless as that bird, and to remain so, always... +She flies through the infinite shining heavens, between sky +and sea, and screams her joy towards the setting stars. Or +has she a nest on a ledge of cliff in one of the islands, +with chicks agog for her return? ... Home. Whenever +we sail away from port, these five men, my companions, +cannot tear their eyes away from the land, they gaze +yearningly back at it as if they were leaving a mother behind, +or some work they had created and loved. If I had ever +known a mother, I might have been the creator of a +work.... But it may be that, being a reincarnation of +herself, I have never thought it worth while to seek her.... +Perhaps my standard of perfection is too high for me +ever to try to attain it.... And these men here, they are +always building, they are hampered by innumerable veils, +shackled by the multiplicity of the trivial happenings on +dry land. Not one of them is self-sufficient enough to love +the solitude of the sea.... Is pride taking its revenge on +you, Diana? ... I am alone...." +</p> + +<p> +She closed her eyes to the long shafts of sunlight coming +from a rift in the cloud-bank that lay over the western +horizon. Her other senses were rendered more acute by +the exclusion of the sense of sight, and the hum of the +yacht's engines smote upon her ears. Her own pulse seemed +to accommodate its rhythm to that of the engines; she +became aware of the smell of brine and paint, of damp linen +and lacquer, of scrubbing soap and train oil; and now +came salt and spindrift from the waves, she tasted the +bitterness on her lips, it clung to her cheeks, and the crystals +dried upon her hair. For a while she lay, absorbing these +delights of seafaring life through her ears and nose and +tongue and skin and hair. With her eyes still closed, she +drank in the elements around her, as she had occasionally +drunk in her loves, and had she found herself in a man's +arms on opening her eyes she would have felt no surprise +whatever. +</p> + +<p> +"The waters are dancing to the northward," mused +Diana; "blue and gold eddies dimple and smile round a +thousand bays because the wind is blowing softly from +the south and ruffles the sea. Yet all the while, deep down +under the surface, the great currents flow on, cold or hot, +violet or green, obeying the uncoded laws of their +existence, remote from the winds whose influence they never +feel, and whose..." +</p> + +<p> +Suddenly Diana's attention was attracted by a strange +apparition just in front of the ship's nose, a dark wave as +it were of black satin, thrusting up through the pellucid +water: a dolphin! She sat upright, straining eagerly +forward, gripping the arms of her chair, her feet planted +firmly before her, her eyes, so recently closed or veiled in +dreams, alight with curiosity, lending intensity to her whole +attitude. +</p> + +<p> +"How happy they are, rolling and somersaulting more +full of joy than the dumb fishes. When we were in Ischia, +Rafaello told me they responded to whistling, that they +draw near, attracted by the sound, and then compete with +each other in leaping and racing." +</p> + +<p> +She sprang from her chair and, leaning over the rail, +started to whistle, shrilly and loud, like a calling bird of +prey. More and ever more shining black bodies rose to the +surface, disappeared, popped up again, looking as if their +backs were curving knives. On they went, playing in +front of the yacht as she cut her way through the waters. +</p> + +<p> +"Whistle and I'll come to ye," said Eduard coming up +softly behind her. Diana barely gave him a nod, so +delighted was she in watching the antics of the dolphins. +She called out laughingly: +</p> + +<p> +"Wilhelm ought to be here! He'd see Aries riding on +their backs!" +</p> + +<p> +"The modern Orpheus is having his tea, and my unmusical +lips offer their services as substitute," whereupon he, +too, started to whistle. +</p> + +<p> +"On my father's table there was a—— Oh look! There's +another—and another." She stretched her arms out over the +rail jubilantly. +</p> + +<p> +"What was on your father's table?" +</p> + +<p> +"A tiny figure of Aphrodite, and there was a dolphin at +her feet." +</p> + +<p> +She spoke loudly in her excitement. Then, suddenly +modifying her voice, she added quietly: +</p> + +<p> +"And when one day I asked him the reason he said: +'Well you know, Diana,' and he had a wonderful way of +giving full value to the vowels in my name, 'they both +emerged from the sea.' That's all he said—and now, there +they are!" +</p> + +<p> +"Both?" +</p> + +<p> +"All of them," avoiding the net of questions he was +trying to entangle her in. +</p> + +<p> +The wind now took control of the evening, its deep +organ tones filling the air, scattering in one gust the play +of light and shade, the fishes, and the thoughts of Diana +and her friend. The sun, as it sank behind a menacing +bank of clouds, sent its rays up into the zenith in a final +effort to assert its power, and thereby converted the sky +into one huge opal in a twilight of milky blue. +</p> + +<p> +"We are already sinking into a dead world, while up +there all is bright serenity," said Diana softly, her mood +in tune with the hour. +</p> + +<p> +Again the sun's disk broke through a rift in the clouds. +</p> + +<p> +"When a king lies dying, the meanest of his subjects +can gaze into his eyes," murmured Eduard misanthropically, +turning away from the west as if he wished to avoid +witnessing the end. +</p> + +<p> +"But this king rises again and again," said Diana. +</p> + +<p> +Giorgino came along to haul down the flag. It still +fluttered in the breeze as it ran down the yard, but on +touching the deck it suddenly lay flat and motionless. Eduard +lifted his cap abruptly, his face darkening. +</p> + +<p> +"So you still pay homage to a linen rag?" a voice broke +in on the silence, and Kyril stepped out of the cabin where +he had been passing the afternoon over his books. +</p> + +<p> +Eduard was the only passenger aboard who held to this +ceremony. But he felt a certain embarrassment in its +performance and usually took care to be alone. Now he stood +there, not knowing what to do, completely nonplussed, for +he dared not raise his voice in derision, and equally dared +not, in view of the freedom he encouraged among his +companions, enter a protest. Diana guessed his dilemma, and +came to his aid, saying earnestly: +</p> + +<p> +"The prince is saluting a thing in the death-throes." +</p> + +<p> +Eduard's heart went out to her. The moment after she +had spoken the words, he would have liked to fall at her +feet in gratitude. Of course he did no such thing, but firmly +stood his ground, and only a slight twitching at the corner +of his mouth betrayed how deeply the Russian's words had +piqued him. Kyril was not slow to perceive the effect his +remark had had. He pulled himself together and said +ambiguously, taking his pipe from between his lips and +bringing his hand to the salute: +</p> + +<p> +"Yes, Your Highness, a thing in the death-throes." +</p> + +<p> +Eduard turned towards the speaker, likewise saluted, +and said laconically: +</p> + +<p> +"Nothing to worry about, Doctor Sergievitch. Black and +white are the colours of Prussia. Red is for the +Internationale. Maybe I was paying reverence to all three." +</p> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<p><a id="chap0506"></a></p> + +<h3> +CHAPTER SIX +</h3> + +<p> +The "Excelsior," the graceful +vessel that had been steaming on her way, a long +streamer of smoke flying backward from the funnel like +the scarf of a woman hastening to the tryst, had suffered +a change in the course of the night, and was now a sailing +ship under full canvas before a fresh north-westerly wind. +When the company came on deck, everyone was surprised +and delighted at the transformation. Six pairs of eyes were +cast up towards the bellying sails. Questions rained upon +the crew, who were hard put to it to find satisfactory +answers; and if any of the passengers were in a mood to air +their knowledge of such matters, they very soon proved +themselves ignoramuses who had merely gleaned a little +untrustworthy information from books. Scherer, who had +made himself so expert in the running of his own machines, +and turbines, and lighting, and what not in his +industrial undertakings, that he could make a repair when +needed with his own hands, felt completely at fault where +a sailing yacht was concerned. He got the captain to take +him round, to show him this and explain him that, and his +scientifically trained mind very quickly grasped the most +intricate details of stress and strain, of cordage and canvas +and yard. +</p> + +<p> +At the outset, Franklin had accompanied the two on +their round, listening to the captain's lesson in sailcraft. +But soon he ceased to hear and became absorbed in +contemplative reverie, as was his wont when his fellow mortals +were experiencing some new sensation. He loved to watch +their reactions to hitherto unknown phenomena. So now, +he soon saw nothing else but the voyager and the +ship-owner into whom Scherer for the nonce was metamorphosed; +he envisaged the two personalities as separate +entities; the former gesticulating to make himself the better +understood, the latter, hands thrust deep into his pockets, +putting his mind in motion to grasp the unknown +terminology and to memorize it methodically. +</p> + +<p> +Eduard, meanwhile, found himself near the ratlines +with Wilhelm at his side. A young fellow was aloft trying +to catch a rope that had worked loose and was dangling +and swinging in the breeze. But neither from above nor +from below could the sailor reach the refractory piece of +cordage. +</p> + +<p> +"Try from above," yelled the mate from the deck, "from above." +</p> + +<p> +But the youngster tried in vain. +</p> + +<p> +"Is that Giorgino?" asked the prince. +</p> + +<p> +"How can I tell what the young idiot's name is? I'd +like to know where the devil the captain could have +found such a booby. He's hard put to it to wash the dishes +properly, and now he's suddenly expected to do the work +of a sailor!" +</p> + +<p> +The prince, tickled at this summary of the lad's career, +laughed, and called up to him: +</p> + +<p> +"Tira quell' altera corda!" +</p> + +<p> +Thereupon Giorgino started pulling on a cord as if in +response to the order. But his action proved hopelessly +wrong, and the sail was put out of gear. The mate swore +and raged. Wilhelm roared with laughter, while the mate +glared at him ferociously. Then the young poet, having +divested himself of his jacket, began to climb the ratlines. +Eduard pulled him back, for he knew that only those with +a very steady head could venture up into those swaying, +airy altitudes. +</p> + +<p> +Kyril meanwhile had joined the group. He quietly laid +aside his coat and, without awaiting the mate's orders, +called his instructions up to the boy. He spoke in Italian +and Giorgino promptly responded by clambering down to +one of the yards while the Russian mounted to replace +him. Kyril's longer arm was able to reach the offending +bit of rope. He drew it in and attached it where it +belonged, adjusted the flapping sail so that soon it was again +catching the wind, and then descended from his perch. +</p> + +<p> +The mate had done nothing to hinder him in his operations, +for he realized that he had to do with a man who +knew what was amiss. He growled his satisfaction, hustled +the youngster out of his path, and, before Kyril had stepped +down on to the deck, said to the two others: +</p> + +<p> +"Not so bad, not so bad! The young man must have had +some seafaring experience!" +</p> + +<p> +Diana, who had just come up, overheard his words and +looked inquiringly at the prince and then at the mate. +But since neither seemed inclined to enlighten her, +Wilhelm constituted himself her informant and pointed slyly +up into the rigging. Someone was coming towards her +from aloft. It could not be a member of the crew because +the clothing was not that of a sailor. But she soon +recognized the figure as that of her Russian fellow traveller. +She followed the movement of his feet as they sought the +rungs of the swaying ladder, was tempted to help him by +calling: "to right," or "to left." Then she realized that she +was looking at a man accustomed to climbing in the rigging. +In silence, the little group followed Kyril's descent. +</p> + +<p> +One final spring brought the Russian on to the deck +again. Unabashed, he put order into his clothing, smoothed +his trousers, tucked his shirt in, adjusted his belt. Diana +watched him, herself unobserved. Not one of his movements +escaped her. She had seldom been given an opportunity +of observing a man, unaware of feminine scrutiny, +attending to his physical comfort. Suddenly the vision of +other manly forms she had known rose before her eyes. +She saw them on horseback, or swimming, or rowing, or +doing gymnastics, as she had seen them in the flesh at +music halls or while engaged in sport. Simultaneously the +slender body of the major she had once known, passed by; +then that of a Pole as shapely as a young god of classical +antiquity, to whom she had given her love solely in order +to feast her eyes upon his physical beauty. And when the +young Russian, pushing the sail aside, suddenly became +aware of her observation and raised his cap from his +ruffled hair, she said judiciously to herself: +</p> + +<p> +"A very good figure indeed!" +</p> + +<p> +The prince, who had also come forward, said: +</p> + +<p> +"Dr. Sergievitch has it in mind to charter a vessel on his +own account." +</p> + +<p> +And Wilhelm, full of awed surprise, added: +</p> + +<p> +"Oh, but surely you could be a captain on your own +account, couldn't you?" +</p> + +<p> +"Awfully sorry to be so untidy," apologized Kyril running +his fingers through his rumpled hair and putting on +his coat which Wilhelm respectfully held out for him. "I +did not know that you... Besides, I'm all out of practice." +</p> + +<p> +"How long ago?" asked Diana. +</p> + +<p> +"Eighteen months." +</p> + +<p> +"Regatta?" +</p> + +<p> +"No, escaping." +</p> + +<p> +Kyril answered these questions with a kind of ardent +coldness, the tone he invariably assumed when he was asked +for what he considered useless information. Eduard felt +somewhat abashed, and looked to Diana to help him out of +his perplexity. She did not respond at all to his appeal; +indeed, it pleased her completely to ignore his presence. The +one word "escaping" had gripped her, had touched a chord +of sympathy in her heart. And while Wilhelm continued +to stare open-mouthed at the amazing stranger, Diana +rapidly ran through her mind the possible course of Kyril's +life history, about which none of those aboard knew anything +other than that Sergievitch had been exiled to Siberia. +</p> + +<p> +"Ah? Then you escaped via Vladivostok?" +</p> + +<p> +"On an American sailing vessel." +</p> + +<p> +"Passport under a false name?" +</p> + +<p> +"Of course. No money." +</p> + +<p> +"Many weeks?" +</p> + +<p> +"A good many." +</p> + +<p> +"As foremast hand? My word!" +</p> + +<p> +Wilhelm's astonishment waxed with every answer. +Eduard had ears for Diana's questions alone, his attention +was riveted on the manner of her asking. The economy of +words between the two, the precision of question and +answer, was demonstration enough that the man and the +woman had been through experiences of a kindred nature. +He was reminded of the curt manner of speech among +apaches, artists, craftsmen; and suddenly it was borne in +upon him that these two alien beings were intimately +bound together by the ties of an adventurous life. +</p> + +<p> +The breakfast gong broke up the group, Kyril walking +away with Diana, and Wilhelm with Eduard bringing +up the rear. +</p> + +<p> +"Do you think he ever feels giddy?" asked Wilhelm in +an awed voice. +</p> + +<p> +"He climbs with great assurance," said Eduard vaguely, +not wishing to have his thoughts disturbed. +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p> +Prince Eduard, as far as he was able, spent the rest of +the day alone. He was trying in vain to recapture the +strange and rare simplicity of that morning dialogue; and +every time he caught sight of Kyril or of Diana, they +seemed to be getting farther and farther away from the +spheres he knew. +</p> + +<p> +The Russian, too, was in no mood for any company but +his own. He stood in the stern, gazing at the ship's wake, +as if he saw therein a symbol of a world that was being +left behind. He had been silently and yet mistrustfully +drawing nearer to Diana, and now of a sudden a bridge +had been thrown from either shore across the abyss which +separated them. For just as Eduard's elegance and +conversational powers were for ever rubbing him up the wrong +way, so this woman's every gesture, so captivating in +Eduard's eyes, was repellent and strange to him. +</p> + +<p> +Diana spent the whole morning with Scherer; and the +rest of the day, till sunset, she passed by herself. Now she +lay in her deck chair, an unread book on her lap, dreaming, +forgetful of the flight of time. Kyril found her thus alone, +and made up his mind to have a talk with her, a thing he +had hitherto been careful to avoid. +</p> + +<p> +"What are you reading?" he asked without preface, for +he was genuinely curious to know. +</p> + +<p> +She roused herself at the sound of his rich baritone +voice, looked up, and saw him leaning against the rail in +the same blue suit he had been wearing in the morning. +</p> + +<p> +"I'm not reading at all," she answered, closing the volume. +"It's a collection of Swinburne's poems, poems of the +sea among others. But today the sea is not as Swinburne +saw it, so I have not been reading them." +</p> + +<p> +"Does Herr Scherer like such things, too?" +</p> + +<p> +She smiled. +</p> + +<p> +"Why do you want to know?" +</p> + +<p> +"Because you work with him, help him in his journalistic +work. What do you do it for, Fräulein de Wassilko?" +</p> + +<p> +To Diana it was as if a sluice-gate had been opened +in her heart, and the waters were rushing down into a +huge basin, flooding over, and filling a second. Her name +falling naked and cold from these Russian lips, here, in +the midst of a southern sea, was a summons to her, warning +her to steel herself, to buckle on her armour for the +encounter. She sat up very straight as she answered: +</p> + +<p> +"Because I have to earn my living, Dr. Sergievitch." +</p> + +<p> +"For the sake of money?" +</p> + +<p> +"Is that anything to be ashamed of?" +</p> + +<p> +"A poor sort of aim in life!" +</p> + +<p> +"But suppose it is only a means?" +</p> + +<p> +"Then I should ask you to what end." +</p> + +<p> +Diana became more reserved, and, used to make what +capital she could out of those who questioned her by +countering their questions with questions of her own, she +inquired: +</p> + +<p> +"Are means and end one and the same thing to you?" +</p> + +<p> +His mouth twitched. He raised his voice, saying almost +angrily: +</p> + +<p> +"Always." +</p> + +<p> +Then in a quieter tone he added: +</p> + +<p> +"I serve an idea, and live by the party which serves the +same idea." +</p> + +<p> +She was taken aback by the precision and clarity of his +words. Still, not wishing him to think she agreed with +what he said, she asked: +</p> + +<p> +"Has it always been so?" +</p> + +<p> +"This ten years past." +</p> + +<p> +"No other thought but the revolution?" +</p> + +<p> +"And its consequences. Revolution is no more than a +means." +</p> + +<p> +She gazed up at him in silence. "Yes," she thought, "he +has fine features still. Soon fanaticism will set its mark +upon his face." Her fingers closed on her book and it made +her feel that it at least portrayed a better world. She rose +to her feet as she said softly: +</p> + +<p> +"May you live to see your hopes fulfilled!" +</p> + +<p> +"That's of no consequence," he cried, stepping up nearer +to her. "Maybe it is only our children's children who are +destined to see that future day." +</p> + +<p> +The slightly ambiguous tone in which he had, all +unawares, pronounced the word "our," offended Diana anew. +She stepped back a pace and said: +</p> + +<p> +"At any rate you want someone of your own blood to +see that day." +</p> + +<p> +Her eyes challenged his, and suddenly he saw nothing +but the woman in her, standing as he had seen her once +before, on the night she had posed as Atalanta. Thoughts +chased one another through his brain as he asked: +</p> + +<p> +"Why don't you, too, serve an idea?" +</p> + +<p> +"You mean your own ideas, I suppose?" +</p> + +<p> +"There does not appear to be any sense in your present +activities. You don't seem to me to wish either to seduce +or to shine or to climb or to bear children as other +beautiful women do." +</p> + +<p> +He spoke so coldly that any suggestion of flattery was +excluded from his words. Her answer was as cool and +collected: +</p> + +<p> +"And do you recognize no other aims in life?" +</p> + +<p> +He was silent, and she turned away, leaning over the +rail and gazing down at the sea, now glowing in the evening +splendour. "And he sees nothing of all this," thought +Diana, "or, if he does, he despises it." +</p> + +<p> +She straightened, and walked away towards her cabin; +as she went, the sound of flapping sail and swaying ropes +smote on her ears. Looking up into the ordered wilderness +of shroud and canvas and masts she asked irrelevantly: +</p> + +<p> +"Was it a fishing boat in which you escaped?" +</p> + +<p> +"An old tub of a thing." +</p> + +<p> +"Carrying a lot of canvas?" +</p> + +<p> +"Aye." +</p> + +<p> +"Bad crossing?" +</p> + +<p> +"March." +</p> + +<p> +"And before that—how did you get through Siberia?" +</p> + +<p> +"Reindeer sledge." +</p> + +<p> +"Is it true that they can go twenty-four hours in the +traces without feeding?" +</p> + +<p> +"Twenty hours, and sometimes even more. At every +halt they snuggle down close to one another and lick +snow. On arrival at a settlement, a native will lead them +to a place where Iceland moss grows. Then they'll dig +themselves in and eat their fill." +</p> + +<p> +They had reached the companion ladder as he spoke. He +was about to say something more, when a tall figure +emerged from below and started to climb the steps. It +was the prince, who had already changed for the evening. +</p> + +<p> +"They look like two conspirators," he thought as he +looked up and saw the pair silhouetted against the sky. +</p> + +<p> +"He looks like a prince," thought Kyril, a feeling of +hostility leaping up within him as Eduard's white shirtfront +gleamed from the darkness below. +</p> + +<p> +"Hello! Dressed already?" cried Diana as if suddenly +aroused from sleep. +</p> + +<p> +"On board H.M.S. 'Excelsior,' supper is served at +seven—no frills." +</p> + +<p> +"And we were in Siberia," laughed Diana, disappearing +into her cabin. +</p> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<p><a id="chap0507"></a></p> + +<h3> +CHAPTER SEVEN +</h3> + +<p> +Expectant, filled with +that insatiable hunger which persons travelling by sea +attribute to the tonic action of the salt-laden air, Scherer, +Eduard, and Franklin were standing at the dining-room +door, discussing the weather while awaiting the arrival of +the rest of the company. Meals were served punctually +aboard the "Excelsior," and Diana, as the only lady present, +was especially careful as a rule to avoid being late. Eduard, +who alone knew why she was not ready, held his tongue, +so as not to have to tell the others that he had discovered +her at so late an hour still in conversation with the +Russian. It was difficult to decide what motive was uppermost +in the prince's thoughts as he made up his mind to keep +silence in the matter. He may have merely wished to avoid +the risk of making a mountain out of a molehill by +suggesting there was anything as yet between Kyril and +Diana. Such vague surmises were apt, within the narrow +confines of a ship at sea, to assume undue proportions. Or +could it be that he, a prince, was suddenly aware that the +revolutionist might be a rival for the lady's favour? +</p> + +<p> +The conversation had petered out, and Franklin, going +over to consult the chronometer, saw that it was already +twenty minutes past the hour. Scherer pulled his gold +watch from his waistcoat pocket, slowly wound it up, +and replaced it without looking to see what time it was. +Eduard, observing the movements of the other two, shook +his shirt cuff free of his left wrist and looked down at the +dial. At that moment, Wilhelm, who had been standing +a little apart and contemplating the sea from the ship's +side, suddenly broke in upon the silence. +</p> + +<p> +"It's all illuminated! The foam is all alight!" +</p> + +<p> +The other three rejoined him, to watch the phosphorescent +light on the water. Each wave as it rose towards the +vessel seemed to be lit from beneath. +</p> + +<p> +"Murmuring pearls," whispered Franklin. +</p> + +<p> +"How wonderfully phosphorescent these tiny creatures +are, to be sure," said Scherer, thoroughly interested. +</p> + +<p> +"Like the Bundesrat during the speech from the throne," +came from the prince. +</p> + +<p> +Wilhelm who had hitherto been absorbed in his +contemplation, now looked up, and asked: +</p> + +<p> +"Oh, do they wear such shining robes on State occasions?" +</p> + +<p> +"Dresses of State," answered the prince, and his tone +implied a strange mixture of respect and mockery. "Furbelows +from Haroun-al-Rashid's epoch, as our Russian comrade +would say." +</p> + +<p> +"It reminds me of Phœnician glass," said Diana, who +had, unnoticed, joined the group. Everyone turned as she +spoke, and, since there seemed to her an element of +reproof in her friends' aspect, she added: "Perhaps you'll be +sending me back to my cabin in disgrace, for I see it has +gone the half hour and I have no excuse ready." +</p> + +<p> +"I'm awfully sorry to be so late," said Kyril, dashing up +from below. But his excuses sounded dull and inadequate +after Diana's dainty little thrust. +</p> + +<p> +Franklin thought: "A bassoon after the flute! How +lovely her voice is." +</p> + +<p> +"You've mentioned those glasses before," said Scherer +as he made way to allow Diana to pass. "Did you not tell +me your father had unearthed them somewhere?" +</p> + +<p> +"Yes, and they lighted up the whole of my childhood +with their opalescent spots, covered, as it were, by a film of +lava." +</p> + +<p> +By the time she had finished speaking, she had reached +her end of the table, and, making a half turn, she stood +poised for a moment with her bare arms slightly raised. +</p> + +<p> +"She is certainly very beautiful," thought the Russian. +"But she only cares for admiration and adventure; not an +idea in her head. She's a lost soul." +</p> + +<p> +"I'd always have her dress stunningly in the evening," +said Scherer to himself. "And in the daytime she should be +dressed as a girl." +</p> + +<p> +"What an intricate gown," said Eduard, aloud. "It must +be the butterfly that's holding it all together." +</p> + +<p> +And Wilhelm exclaimed: +</p> + +<p> +"Oh, what a rare specimen! Where was it caught, and +by whom?" +</p> + +<p> +He pushed back his chair, and, with the simplicity of a +child, went over to where Diana sat, in order to get a +closer view of the exquisite thing as it nestled in the soft +folds of her low-cut gown. And it was only now, at such +proximity, that he realized how low indeed the neck was +cut. His young, inexperienced eyes lingered on Diana's +bosom, his senses became confused with the delicate aroma +that rose from her person, he forgot the passage of time. +Four pairs of eyes, glaring their protest and reproof, were +fixed questioningly upon Wilhelm, each man wondering +when the indiscreet inspection would come to an end. +Diana, who had turned towards Wilhelm to show him the +ornament, did not see the men's expression, but she sensed +disapproval in the air by the silence that had fallen on the +company. She was rather amused by the little scene, and +allowed half a minute to go by before turning away and +saying: +</p> + +<p> +"Your soup will be cold, Wilhelm, and it's turtle soup +today, you know, tortoise, the sort upon which an +elephant can stand, a Buddha sitting on its back." +</p> + +<p> +Wilhelm took a deep breath, and, as he hastened back +to his place, he was heard murmuring: "Marvellous!" but +whether he was referring to the turtle, or to the butterfly, +or to Diana's bosom, not one of the four men could decide. +</p> + +<p> +Conversation now became general. There was talk about +sacred rites among the Hindus; Scherer gave an account +of the tortoise-shell mausoleum in Kandy, and told how +he had hurriedly left the place and gone back to Colombo, +because a company of English snobs had taken possession +of the little lake, and how relieved he felt when he got +back to the vision of the infinite sea. Diana had some +interesting things to say concerning the customs in Upper +Egypt, and about camel-riding, and her first experience of +sea-sickness as she crouched between the animal's humps. +Franklin spoke of the serpentine movements of the +elephant's trunk, and went on to refer to the anomalous +aspect of this strange creature as seen amid the haunts of +men. Finally he opened a discussion on the price of ivory, +which seemed greatly to interest Scherer. "Yes," he was +saying, "I remember my awe when the first tusk was put in +my hand and how I turned to the skinny little hunter to +say that such a beautiful thing was certainly worth all the +perils of the chase. To which he answered: 'Of course you +know that out of one tusk six billiard balls can be made.'' +</p> + +<p> +"All my sympathies go to the elephant," exclaimed Kyril, +rousing himself from his silence. "The futile uses to +which such fine things and so much labour are put..." +</p> + +<p> +"Quite right! Quite right!" exclaimed Eduard. "I'm +wholeheartedly a partisan of the pachyderms. All politicians +should belong to that race, and to that race alone!" +</p> + +<p> +"It's a pity you speak ironically," retorted Kyril, "for +what you say happens to be true." +</p> + +<p> +The prince's lips twitched, then he said: +</p> + +<p> +"By the time the present generation of diplomats, the +spiders, have died out, I fear the elephants will have been +exterminated by the Austrian consular service under the +leadership of Dr. Franklin as head huntsman! Whom shall +we then have left to send as ambassador to St. Petersburg, +I should like to know?" +</p> + +<p> +"Reynard the Fox," laughed Scherer. +</p> + +<p> +"On the contrary," said Eduard, "the revolutionists here +wish it might be the lamb!" +</p> + +<p> +"Neither will do," put in Kyril gravely, "but, rather, +Herr Scherer himself—on the understanding of course that +he has accepted our ideas in their entirety." +</p> + +<p> +Although Scherer's acceptance of these ideas was only +partial and, even then, mainly theoretical, he felt more +flattered by the Russian's implied appreciation than he +would have been by an official summons to such a post. +Nevertheless, he did not betray his feelings, merely +answering: +</p> + +<p> +"I'm no more than a business man. You'd better try to +convince the prince, so that in the future when he is +appointed to some foreign post, he may work hand in hand +with us, democratically. Advanced ideas coming from +abroad have a much better chance of acceptance at home, +you know!" +</p> + +<p> +"Compromise," muttered Kyril disdainfully. "Parson +Brand says: 'All or nothing!'" +</p> + +<p> +Since Scherer had spoken, the prince had kept his eyes +on the Russian, considering him attentively. Again tonight +he reacted as he had always reacted to similar talks during +the past weeks, when this slogan had been voiced, and it +seemed to him that the Russian's fanaticism was a serious +obstacle to fulfilment. He intervened by saying: +</p> + +<p> +"Would you appoint Ibsen's Brand as chargé d'affaires +in Christiania?" +</p> + +<p> +"He'd be a trifle old for the job, I fear," answered Kyril. +</p> + +<p> +"You would, then, introduce an age-limit for diplomats? +Treat them as the Fiji Islanders treat their old folk? At +sixty lead them on to the rostrum whence, if they proved +no longer capable of maintaining their equilibrium, they +would fall to the ground!" +</p> + +<p> +"The Russians are right," cried Franklin enthusiastically; +"young people are better for such posts." +</p> + +<p> +"Bravo! I think so too," exclaimed Wilhelm, the youngest +of the party, who, as usual, had been silently and +reverently watching the others while they talked. +</p> + +<p> +For the time being, the problem was settled in a chorus +of merry laughter, which suddenly ceased when Scherer +rose as if to deliver a formal speech. +</p> + +<p> +"Don't be alarmed," he said, smiling round the circle. +"I have no intention of introducing etiquette of any sort +on board the 'Excelsior,' but, since we have been talking of +diplomats and of youth, I should like us all to give our +good wishes to one among us who, this day, has added +another year to the tale of his young decades—I drink to +the health of our friend and my guest, His Highness, +Prince Eduard!" +</p> + +<p> +The men had risen. Clicking his heels together and +bowing ceremoniously, the prince touched glasses with his +host. Then he turned to Diana and found her gazing up at +him, her eyes dimmed with tears. Memories of another +dinner party crowded upon him. It had been in the Balkans; +she had had a lover at the time; he himself had been +filled with envy. Now, as he bent towards her, Eduard +became poignantly aware of the caresses the dead man must +have given to the Diana-like body before him, a body +which he had glimpsed for a fleeting moment from a +distant vantage point in a public gathering. The lure of the +woman was strong upon him. +</p> + +<p> +All had by now clinked glasses and had drunk the toast. +There followed an awkward pause, so usual in the train of +such ceremonies. Then Wilhelm's voice broke in on the +silence. +</p> + +<p> +"I thought something must be up directly I saw +champagne glasses on the table!" +</p> + +<p> +"So we have an Almanach de Gotha on board the +man-of-war," said Eduard, turning to Scherer. +</p> + +<p> +"You'll have to own up to your age now," cried Kyril +with unwonted eagerness. +</p> + +<p> +Whereat Diana thought: "Does he hope to be the +younger of the two?" And, as if to shield the prince, she +said hastily to Kyril: "You, too, will have to make the +same confession." +</p> + +<p> +"After His Highness!" +</p> + +<p> +"Guess," said Eduard turning to Diana. +</p> + +<p> +She hesitated. +</p> + +<p> +"According to the Almanach, Prince Eduard is nine-and-twenty +years of age," said Scherer, meaning to help +the prince out of an embarrassing situation. "Kürschner, +in which we'd be bound to find Dr. Sergievitch's name, is +unfortunately not on board, and I'm afraid we'll have some +difficulty in finding a copy among the Ionian Islands." +</p> + +<p> +"Twenty-nine, likewise," Kyril informed them simply. +</p> + +<p> +Diana, who was always responsive to the mystical in +things, and endowed with a physical love of youth, felt +moved and excited as she asked: +</p> + +<p> +"Which of you is the younger?" +</p> + +<p> +Her eyes travelled from one to the other. +</p> + +<p> +Eduard and Kyril leaned across the table; they gave +the impression of two wrestlers as each gazed in his opponent's +eyes. Their companions were silent witnesses of this +soundless duel. Kyril at this moment appeared to be +endowed with superior strength, and seemed to be hiding +something which his vis-à-vis was endeavouring to divine. +A moment or two passed. Then Wilhelm's voice again +broke the tension: +</p> + +<p> +"They were born on the same day!" he cried exultantly. +</p> + +<p> +"How do you know that?" retorted Kyril, his face +darkening, his manner rough and imperious. +</p> + +<p> +"I—I guessed it from the way you behaved," stammered +Wilhelm, abashed. +</p> + +<p> +"Is he right?" asked Diana eagerly, leaning forward in +her turn. +</p> + +<p> +"Is he right?" chimed in Franklin and Scherer +simultaneously. +</p> + +<p> +Kyril sat back in his chair, folded his table napkin, and +answered gruffly: +</p> + +<p> +"Yes, he's right." +</p> + +<p> +Diana and Eduard drew themselves up, completely taken aback. +</p> + +<p> +"Then we can seize the opportunity of wishing you +many happy returns, too," said Scherer jocularly, hoping +to relieve the tension. +</p> + +<p> +"Not today," protested Kyril, "our Russian seventeenth +of April does not fall due until your thirtieth." +</p> + +<p> +"Still, you were born under the same star," said Diana. +</p> + +<p> +"Star? A new kind of decoration," mocked Eduard, +trying to conceal his excitement. "Do you know anything +about such matters, my mystical foster-brother?" +</p> + +<p> +"I don't believe in such things," answered Kyril. +</p> + +<p> +Scherer laughed, and Diana, too, could not hide her +mirth as she said merrily: +</p> + +<p> +"You were both born in the constellation of the Ram." +</p> + +<p> +"Hence these horns," commented Eduard. +</p> + +<p> +"Wool," said Kyril. +</p> + +<p> +"Maybe, likewise, the power of growth, a future vita +nuova," put in Diana. +</p> + +<p> +"Both of us—identical," said Kyril sullenly; like someone +who disapproved of such pleasantries and felt drawn into +retaliating in spite of his better judgment. "How will you, +then, be able to tell us apart?" +</p> + +<p> +"Your horoscopes will not be identical because the actual +days of your birth differ. My father could tell you all +that with precision. I don't know much about such things +myself, or, at most, if you care to show me your +palms...?" +</p> + +<p> +Both men stretched out their left hands towards Diana +who pushed her dessert plate aside. She drew the hands +towards her, placed her elbows on the table and her chin +in her hands, then looked from one palm to the other +while the company sat eagerly waiting for her to speak. +</p> + +<p> +"How very different they are," she murmured after a +while, "so many lines crossing one another on your palm, +Prince. Here, in the long line of your life, a kink as it were, +cutting it short, after which the line becomes firmer. Head +line good, decidedly domineering. The line of heart seems +to peter out here, but it rises in the Jupiter mound." +</p> + +<p> +"May I ask what course it follows?" queried the prince. +</p> + +<p> +"It gives pride of place to love," answered Diana in a +matter-of-fact voice. "The mound of Venus is, however, +not so pronounced. The fingers are contemplative rather +than grasping. But this middle one, so square when +compared with the others, that brings us to the Scales, +equilibrium." She had not touched him while thus telling his +fortune. Now she looked him in the face as she added: +"On the whole, a lucky hand, Prince." +</p> + +<p> +He turned his hand over on the table, took hers in his +and kissed it. Then: +</p> + +<p> +"And now for my rival," he said. +</p> + +<p> +Kyril meanwhile, had been sitting motionless, following +every word, staring enviously at Eduard's long fingers. +Before she began to speak, Diana looked up into the +Russian's face and found his eyes fixed inquiringly on her +own. +</p> + +<p> +"This hand," she began even more sententiously than +heretofore, "has fewer lines. A wonderful line of fate. It +rises here, below the line of life, and runs up in two great +curves to join the lines of the head and the heart, straight +up into the mound of Jupiter: and there is a star." +</p> + +<p> +"What does the star signify?" asked Kyril, dully. +</p> + +<p> +"A great career," answered Diana, so frigidly that +Eduard felt uneasy at such a display of hostility. "But the +line of life is not good at this point, it divides in two, very +decidedly, and it is not long." +</p> + +<p> +"How can you tell that?" queried Kyril harshly, bending +forward so eagerly that his fair hair caressed her cheek. +She did not draw back, but said calmly, pointing to the +spot again: +</p> + +<p> +"By this." +</p> + +<p> +"That's all right. What else do you see?" +</p> + +<p> +"The head line does not join the line of life. That +betokens fanaticism. Mound of Venus, very strongly +developed; line of heart, simple. The fingers are grasping +fingers," she concluded, raising her head. "A square hand: +more will than intelligence. Please forgive me, I'm keeping +you all too long at table." +</p> + +<p> +When, later, they sat in the smoking cabin over cigarettes +and coffee, their wicker chairs drawn together in +a circle, the conversation drifted from suggestion to +sleep-walking and to premonitions of death. From time to time +Wilhelm had dragged one or the other of the circle to the +railing to look at the phosphorescence in the water. These +ecstatic excursions had been interpolated into the general +talk which see-sawed between acceptance and denial of +extraordinary phenomena. Franklin could contemplate the +cosmos only from the mystical view-point. Scherer, as a +man of the world who had never wholly denied the +possibility of abnormal happenings, endeavoured always to +anchor himself on certainties, as the only safe harbourage. +But despite his best endeavours the springs of conversation +gradually dried up. +</p> + +<p> +The prince and the Russian contributed nothing to the +entertainment. The strange coincidence of their birthdates, +separated merely by the vagaries of the calendar, the +variations in their fortunes as read in the lines of their hands, +the aura emanating from the clothing and the personality +of the woman in their midst: all this, and more especially +the strangely prophetic confirmation of her own +consciousness, lay heavy upon the spirits of the two men, one +of whom had been dancing attendance upon Diana for +many months in spite of prejudices of race and rank, while +the other held aloof from her, hostile and suspicious, and +yet attracted to her in his own despite. +</p> + +<p> +The young woman herself was under the spell of her +own perceptions. She felt bemused. As always when things +lying without the circle of the tangible sent a ray of light +towards her like a beacon from a distant port, she seemed +to be gathered up into the mysterious in a way that +appeared to her almost offensive, so greatly did she revere her +own aptitudes and so much did she hate to tamper with +these secret forces of her being. In such moods the +incentive which her essentially productive nature was in the +habit of giving to those who came in contact with her, was +stilled; it was as if she were tossed amid dark and gloomy +waters, and thoughts knocked at her heart, thoughts which +at other times she sought to handle collectedly. +</p> + +<p> +She felt the warm night wind on her throat and arms; +her hand moved slowly, as if half asleep, towards the +butterfly on her bosom which, in rhythm with the rock +crystal pendant, rose and fell with her breathing; her +imagination, more alert now than her eyes which lay deep in +the shadows, drank in the luminous movement of the +waves, sensing their luminosity rather than perceiving it. +And as she lay thus pensive and dreamy she felt acutely +how alone she was, and how impossible it was for these +friends and lovers around her to put an end to such +solitude as hers. +</p> + +<p> +Was such a thing desirable she asked herself. Could +passion, once more aroused, be lovelier than the mute +sympathy of air and sea and death and night and stars? She +looked up, searching for the Scales, and became uneasy +when she could not make out the constellation amid the +clouds which delicately veiled the firmament. +</p> + +<p> +Abruptly she got up, swept by the astonished Wilhelm +whose eyes followed her movements inquisitively, and +made for the bows. The waters were no longer aglow; the +sky was partially overcast. She became conscious of her +youth as the wind played around her shoulders, she saw +the rise and fall of her breast beneath the diaphanous folds +of her gown, she felt the sensual delight of the soft wrap +covering her bare arms, and the dead butterfly adorning +the low-cut neck of her dress seemed more brilliant and +more alluring than the waves. +</p> + +<p> +She threw back her shawl so that she might fully enjoy +the warm caress of the wind. Was not all this the +prelude to an embrace? Was she, a young, beautiful, and +independent woman, to continue living, as she had lived +for a year and more, like a cloistered nun?—— Why +does he hesitate? Why does he not come, unannounced, +tonight, appear suddenly in my cabin, this respectable, +ardent cynic, and forget his habitual irony and decorum in +the ecstasy of an endless night? Do I frighten the men who +refrain from seizing me in the first hour of our acquaintance? +</p> + +<p> +She returned to the circle of her friends, excused herself +as she lightly shook each by the hand, and withdrew to +her cabin. Hastily dismissing Mary, she took a seat in front +of her threefold mirror and hearkened to the murmur of +the waters beneath the port-hole. She pushed back the +wrap from her shoulders, and, as if her own fingers were +those of a lover beginning to unclothe his sweetheart, she +started to unhook her gown. With a slow and voluptuous +movement, she raised her arms above her head, so that the +frail bodice slipped down to the broad waistband which she +had loosened likewise. She pressed the hard crystal between +her breasts and held the dead butterfly against her bosom. +Her other arm was still upraised to frame her curly head. +For a long time she sat there, gazing at herself in the +mirror. Then she rose. With a single motion the dress and +her underwear slid to her feet; then stepping free, as from +a pupa-case, she again contemplated herself in the glass. +</p> + +<p> +She found herself beautiful, and yet as she stretched out +her arms in longing, she had no desire for the man who +had been in her thoughts. What she desired now was love. +The tones of Wilhelm's lute floated down to her, yearning +and soft. +</p> + +<p> +She clasped her strong hands together, and then pressed +their palms against her body. Aghast, she let them fall to +her side, her eyes darkened, for as she had watched the +movements of her own hands her thoughts had flown to +the huge fists of the Russian. She pulled on a nightgown, +and slipped into her bunk. Soon she was wrapped in a +dreamless sleep. +</p> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<p><a id="chap0508"></a></p> + +<h3> +CHAPTER EIGHT +</h3> + +<p> +The rattling of chains +awoke Diana. She sprang out of bed, and as she opened +the port-hole she saw land, flat stones lapped by gentle +waves, a few bushes, the whole lit up with the first shafts +of the rising sun. On deck she found there was little more +to see, save a hillock, a sun-kissed beach, a few cottages, +and a couple of dozen fisherfolk who had never seen any +other vessel than their own cobles putting into the bay. +</p> + +<p> +It was the island of Leucas that lay before them. Scherer +had hunted out this little place, for his friends and he +himself wished to avoid Corfu and considered Cephalonia +too big. On this particular voyage they none of them wished +to run up against acquaintances or strangers whom they +might, as in a dream, talk with for one forenoon. Ithaca, +which had been Scherer's first choice, had been turned +down by the rest of the company. Even more than Syracuse +did the place smack of archæological research. +</p> + +<p> +"Good morning! Is this wild enough for you?" called +Scherer from the other end of the deck, as Diana appeared +up the companion. "The natives here don't even ask for +harbour dues!" +</p> + +<p> +"And they catch fish, and milk goats, and our Father +who is in heaven provides for their needs," she called +back. +</p> + +<p> +"You've got out of bed in biblical vein," said Scherer as +he shook hands. +</p> + +<p> +"Say rather in a pagan mood. For this place is rich and +lonesome, and within an hour the sun will be burning hot +and we shall be walking upon Greek ivy." +</p> + +<p> +"It was here that Dorpfeld sought Ithaca." +</p> + +<p> +"I don't want to hear about that. Ithaca is where I +choose it shall be!" +</p> + +<p> +"You are talking like Franklin." +</p> + +<p> +"For today, his way of speaking is the right one! Are +we going ashore?" +</p> + +<p> +Diana pointed to a boat that was drawn up alongside. +</p> + +<p> +"Yes. And, I say, what about going really ashore?" +retorted Scherer meaningly. +</p> + +<p> +"What's your idea?" she asked. +</p> + +<p> +"Well, since I've caught you alone thus early, why not +go to Patras?" +</p> + +<p> +They were standing near the gangway which was still +shaking from the heavy tread of the captain who had just +left the yacht to go ashore. Such a question, the proposal +that they two should do something apart from the others, +had never been mooted before. Both rather dreaded the +possibility. Patras spelled Athens. Athens was full of +certain joint memories that needed careful handling. +</p> + +<p> +Diana said: +</p> + +<p> +"Patras is hardly worth a visit, and it's too late in the +year for Athens. Agreed? Besides one might get involved +in the Balkan imbroglio and the yacht captured as a prize! +Wouldn't you prefer sailing northward?" +</p> + +<p> +"Really northward?" he asked with a smile, for he knew +her weakness for Venice. +</p> + +<p> +She laughed. Then tossing her head defiantly, she +said: +</p> + +<p> +"One should always avoid the scenes of former happenings, +you know—especially if one holds the past in contempt." +</p> + +<p> +Her words were only meant to express her vivid joy of +the moment—like a bugle summoning up the morning. +But for Scherer they seemed a disavowal of the past, +knowing as he did her faith in the mutations of the +moment. He looked at her steadily, as if to fix her words +upon his retina. She returned his gaze unflinchingly, +combative and audacious, until he lowered his eyes and +continued unruffled: +</p> + +<p> +"It's to be Venice, then; and after that we'll skirt the +coast. Is that your idea? The plan suits me very well, for I +should dearly like a chat with Ricci, who is doing propaganda +in Italy on behalf of our views. I may learn something +useful. If only our captain doesn't fall in love!" +</p> + +<p> +"I'd willingly put temptation in his way for the sake +of Venice," she laughed. "But I'm not his type." +</p> + +<p> +"Highly improbable! What you really mean is that he +is not a type that appeals to you." +</p> + +<p> +"That's neither here nor there, if one has an end in view." +</p> + +<p> +She spoke with the deliberate coldness she occasionally +affected when she wished to mislead even those whom she +most trusted. +</p> + +<p> +Scherer did not answer. He was pondering her words. +"An end in view? What would be the upshot?" +</p> + +<p> +An hour later they were all being pulled ashore. The +silence that brooded over the island, the absence of any +sights, the speedy growth of the sun's power, and above all +the estrangement which had arisen between Eduard and +Kyril since the events of the previous evening, made the +little company unusually taciturn. Scherer contemplated +Diana from a new angle, and was absorbed in his own +thoughts; Eduard did not wish to be with Diana while +Kyril was about; Diana had no desire to speak to any +one; even Franklin seemed strangely glum since last +night. +</p> + +<p> +Wilhelm, alone, was cheerful. He felt more at home on +land than at sea, especially when the country was wild +and the weather hot. He had been walking for some time +at Diana's side, admiring the flowers, the hills, and the tide. +Gradually he felt that he had experienced all this before; +the landscape and, indeed, the whole excursion was familiar. +Such a feeling of reliving past events was one this +dreamy poet's nature was accustomed to, and he was never +taken aback when things or persons unexpectedly appeared +as old friends or as the realization of a dream. The party +broke up into groups, rambling whithersoever fancy led: +Wilhelm's mood became more and more joyous. He +walked along at Diana's side, absorbed in his dreams, the +incarnation of youth. +</p> + +<p> +"There does not seem to be any way through up there," +Scherer called after the pair. +</p> + +<p> +"All the better," cried Diana, waving her hand. "We'll +probably discover a temple!" +</p> + +<p> +"As you will," shouted Scherer from below. "Only I beg +you to be aboard again at one." +</p> + +<p> +He invited the remainder of the little band to follow +him along a more beaten path which wound away to the +right, mounting the cliff, and overlooking the bay. +Absentmindedly, the three men followed where Scherer led, +not one of them much caring whither they went. Scherer +proved right and Diana came to what she had hoped. The +track vanished amid a tangle of broom, and she felt +thoroughly in her element as she beat a passage for herself +through the thicket, Wilhelm following in her wake. Now, +at last, she could throw off the burden of thought with +which she had been oppressed since her talk with Scherer +early that morning. +</p> + +<p> +The broom grew to a man's height in this spot, and its +yellow plumes waved aloft in the golden light of the early +day. At times the shrub attained the proportions of a tree, +and scattered blossoms with profusion as if they were a +tropical rain. It was difficult to find a foothold among the +thick growth of ivy which covered the ground, a carpet +of damp green flecked with the gold of fallen petals. +Gnarled fig trees spread their heavy leafage abroad, while +myrtles in full blossom formed cascades among the ivy-mantled +crags. The prickly fronds of the cactus stuck their +grey-green fingers in the air, and here and there one of the +plants flaunted the beauty of red buds; violet agave flowers, +like thorny fountains, inhaled the light and the warm +sunshine with avidity, profiting by every instant of their +short-lived glory to nourish the fruit of their blossoming time; +and mother earth in her green gown, lying amid a welter +of sword-shaped leaves, was already parched from the +boiling noonday suns. From a medley of mosses and weeds the +delicate stems of olive trees had sprung up, but, affrighted +by the rough caresses of the sea winds, they had bowed +their heads to earth again. In the general hum of insect and +animal life, sounds differentiated themselves so that one +could distinguish the rustle of lizards amid leaves, the +slithery movement of unseen snakes avoiding the tread of +a human foot and yet seemingly on the alert to follow +the wayfarer; while, dominating all, came the deep bourdon +of the humble bees, and the shrill chirp of the crickets. +The hot air was heavy with the scent of honey and parched +blossoms, and it was a labour to lift the foot to a higher +level on the sweltering hill-side, where the tall, +beaker-shaped ferns grew luxuriantly and the stiff stems of the +orchis thrust their purple buds amid the green, where the +cherry-laurel attained undreamed of heights, displaying its +cool leaves to the ardent sun and reflecting the light in +the thousand facets of its sombre depths. +</p> + +<p> +Now the sea was again visible, spreading its calm and +polished surface beneath the radiant sky, and Diana, catching +sight of it, let herself slide to the ground amid the tangle +of golden broom, and gazed her fill, breast high among +the blossoms. She leaned upon her elbows, her chin cupped +in her hands, her eyes fixed upon the distant blue, looking +for all the world like a sentry awaiting the arrival of a +ship. Thus she lay amid the yellow wilderness, a slender +figure in her simple white frock, her wide-brimmed hat +flung negligently at her side, absorbed in contemplation of +the dazzling waters. Wilhelm, who had discarded his coat +and his cap, sat at a little distance from her. He had +followed her silently, using his stick and his hands to clear a +path for himself. Occasionally he had sprung forward in +advance of her, holding branches aside for her passage; +then again he would fall to the rear, seeking an easier way. +</p> + +<p> +"You are a shepherdess," said he, his head cocked to +one side. "When you talk, I can hardly ever understand, +since you are too clever for me. But as you are now, I can +understand you very well, just as I used to understand my +collie, who was stolen from me last autumn." He spoke +very softly, a note of supplication in his voice. +</p> + +<p> +"How gentle a tone, how mute and humble his affection," +thought Diana, a smile hovering about her lips. "He +hums like one of those great hairy bees, and he, too, is +wishing to find honey." +</p> + +<p> +"None of the other men are near," continued Wilhelm, +cuddling down beside her, "and I feel sure you will allow +me to kiss your hand—but I want to kiss it here, quite +high up." +</p> + +<p> +Diana laughed. +</p> + +<p> +"You are but a shepherd lad," she said, "and I'll let you +kiss me wherever you please." +</p> + +<p> +Wilhelm bent forward and kissed her lightly on the cheek. +</p> + +<p> +"Ah, Diana, you are a goddess taking your ease among +the broom, and you think the shepherd does not recognize +you for what you are. But he knows, he recognizes +you," and he leaned over her as she lay. +</p> + +<p> +"By what sign do you recognize me, Wilhelm?" +</p> + +<p> +"By your knees," he said roguishly. "Atalanta did not +wear stockings, you know!" +</p> + +<p> +She pulled her skirt down. +</p> + +<p> +"Did you like Atalanta?" +</p> + +<p> +"So greatly that I could only gaze and gaze at her, and +forget to fall in love with you." +</p> + +<p> +"But I'm in love with you, Wilhelm!" +</p> + +<p> +"Yes, I know; but I make very cautious advances as +you see..." +</p> + +<p> +He slipped his head on to her breast and caressed her +knees. +</p> + +<p> +"You are so gentle and so kindly, Wilhelm, and you +taste like strawberries." +</p> + +<p> +"You are the most beautiful of women, Diana, and +Wilhelm is the happiest of mortals," and he quietly began +to unfasten her dress.... +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p> +They were startled from an infinitude of slumbrous joy +by a sound of crackling nearby, and sprang apart with the +frightened shock of lovers surprised by an alien third. But +their alarm soon changed to laughter, for the intruder was +only a he-goat who was no less startled at finding human +stragglers in his haunts than they had been by his intrusion. +</p> + +<p> +"The very creature himself," cried Diana, trying to seize +the beast by the horns, "the Dionysian animal arousing us +from a Pan-like lethargy. It is just as well that he invaded +our sanctum, for otherwise we'd have overslept ourselves, +been late for lunch, might even have been left behind and +condemned for ever to live on Leucas isle!" +</p> + +<p> +"Would that not have been paradise, indeed? What +might I not achieve on Leucas, and you?" +</p> + +<p> +She laughed, glancing up at him shyly from under her +lids, as she said: +</p> + +<p> +"I'd make myself a rough canoe..." +</p> + +<p> +"To live in?" +</p> + +<p> +She flung her arms about him and kissed him precipitately, +laughing, and looking straight into his eyes. +</p> + +<p> +"No, no! To sail in, to make for Corfu, under cover of +night, while you were fast asleep in the cave of Telemachus. +Once arrived at Corfu, I'd board a Lloyd steamer and +voyage to Rio or to the moon." +</p> + +<p> +Lighter of step than during the upward climb, fleeing +from the heights, with the springy gait of a young +shepherdess, Diana sped down the hillside, along the path they +had beaten, humming softly to herself, until she reached +the road and the shore. +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p> +The thoughts of the four men who had taken the easier +way were concentrated on the person of Diana, during the +time that she herself was living a genuine pastoral with +the fifth. +</p> + +<p> +As chance would have it, Eduard and Kyril walked side +by side along the narrow path. They were silent. Their +discovery had aroused in them a sense of hostility: the chance +circumstances which had brought them together, seemed +to them now, since the previous evening, to have imposed +indissoluble and fateful ties; at the same time they both +felt that henceforward Diana's relationship towards them +would be a more intimate one. This conviction, for the +first time, awakened a sense of unwarranted jealousy +between the two men, a feeling which served in the case of +each to accentuate their inclination towards the lady. +</p> + +<p> +Kyril, however, with his instinctive and deliberately +fostered animus against persons of high station, was inclined +to rationalize his dislike for the man as contempt for the +prince; whereas the latter, being set upon freeing himself +from prejudice, did his utmost to draw a clear distinction +between Kyril the rival and Kyril the man of ideas. It was +Eduard, therefore, who broke the long silence. +</p> + +<p> +"Rather an ominous field of research, astrology, don't +you think, Doctor? If one believes in it, one has misgivings, +and if one does not believe in it, one has nevertheless +a feeling of resentment." +</p> + +<p> +"Just as one has with human beings," responded Kyril +gloomily, and with so audible a hint that he wished for +the silence to continue, that the prince had plenty of time +wherein to ruminate as to whether his neighbour believed +in Diana or mistrusted her. +</p> + +<p> +Scherer and Franklin, following the two younger men, +had lapsed from the cheerful mood they had begun the day +with. Now they were in a critical vein, from which neither +the sunshine nor the sea could release them. They had lost +their equanimity. Franklin, who had neither in earlier days +nor now looked upon Diana with the eyes of a lover, had +felt all along a little out of the picture as he watched her +relations with the little circle of friends; since the events +of last night, however, this vague feeling had become more +tangible and he actually fancied she regarded him with +contumely. It seemed to him that as poet and as one who +prided himself on his knowledge of women, Diana might +treat him in less daughterly a fashion, though it was, he +had to admit, he himself who had encouraged this attitude +in her. Now, quite suddenly, although in his quiet way he +had enjoyed the voyage, learning and observing a new +kind of life, he felt that what remained to him of youth +had forcibly been wrenched away from him. Above all, +his suspicions were aroused in regard to Scherer, whose +relationship to Diana he had never wholly understood, and +whose unwonted buoyancy this morning, in spite of the +veneer of worldliness with which the financier masked his +feelings, made Franklin more alert than usual. +</p> + +<p> +For since Diana had spoken to him that morning Scherer +had been the prey of an inner turmoil; possibilities of +all kinds rose in his mind and were rejected, and it seemed +to him that of all men Franklin was the one who could +inform him as to certain happenings of her youth. Both +men had feelers out; both were silent. Scherer waited till +Franklin spoke. +</p> + +<p> +"Have you known the young people long?" +</p> + +<p> +"Those two young men ahead of us?" returned Scherer, +deliberately misunderstanding Franklin's inquiry. +</p> + +<p> +"Prince Eduard and the girl." +</p> + +<p> +Franklin invariably referred to Diana thus. +</p> + +<p> +"Oh," answered Scherer, "I met the prince in Turkey +some time ago, but I did not make Fräulein de Wassilko's +acquaintance till considerably later." +</p> + +<p> +"Well, what about the prince? And suppose she takes +up with the other...?" +</p> + +<p> +Scherer assumed an air of absolute innocence. +</p> + +<p> +"She must have had nothing but a platonic friendship +with him in those days..." +</p> + +<p> +"Platonic? Can she keep that up indefinitely?" exclaimed +Franklin. +</p> + +<p> +Scherer smiled. +</p> + +<p> +"You've known her much longer than I have." +</p> + +<p> +"Yes, long ago," rejoined Franklin in a tone of voice as +if he were referring to a lost paradise. "The girl was +observant and wise in those days. Now—she seems to me to +be rather more a woman made for love." +</p> + +<p> +"Since she has been living and working so closely in +touch with me, I have found her far more maidenly than +most people deem she could possibly be after such an +adventure." +</p> + +<p> +"Outwardly, perhaps, Herr Scherer. But inwardly? The +cup is filled with blissful delight." +</p> + +<p> +Franklin spoke the last words so loud, tossing them as +it were into the air in his rhapsodic way, that they floated +as far as Eduard's and Kyril's ears, whereupon the two +young men simultaneously turned right about. Scherer, +secretly amused, and emboldened by the turn the +conversation had taken, wished to give the subject a more +conventional twist, so he called to the two who had taken the +lead on the path: +</p> + +<p> +"You are missing the best sonnet Herr Franklin has ever +composed. He wrote it years ago, taking our huntress as +subject, when she was still a priestess." +</p> + +<p> +"May one ask for it to be repeated?" asked Eduard, +shaking off the spell that had held him, and falling into +line with the elder couple. +</p> + +<p> +"Herr Scherer is the poet this time," protested Franklin, +"not I." +</p> + +<p> +"Wares acquire value through rarity," said Eduard +mockingly. +</p> + +<p> +"Let's reckon up which of us has burned the greater +number of poems, Prince," answered Scherer. +</p> + +<p> +"I never burned any. The few I composed I made into +paper boats and set them adrift on the pond in our park +at home." +</p> + +<p> +They were by now in merrier mood, and gave themselves +up to good-humoured banter. +</p> + +<p> +All, save the Russian, who continued on his way ahead +of them, alone and sullen, in the scorching noontide glare. +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p> +An hour later the whole party met at lunch on the yacht. +The Russian was very uneasy, and, since the prince felt +himself to be in rather less serious plight, he assumed the +task of finding out how Diana had spent the morning, a +matter about which both men were extremely inquisitive. +</p> + +<p> +"I expect you have added to your academic laurels this +morning by increasing our knowledge of Homeric +times—excavations I mean." +</p> + +<p> +She was determined not to give herself away, so she took +refuge in a lie. +</p> + +<p> +"We really did discover something, Wilhelm and I. +Higher up, soon after we had left you, a little farther +inland, we came upon an olive tree under which, covered +with ivy, we saw two stones. On closer inspection they +proved to be pieces of a truncated column, late epoch, might +even be Roman. But, Wilhelm, you know about these +things better than I for you have studied the history of art." +</p> + +<p> +Wilhelm was nonplussed, not so much by her powers +of invention in order to shield their secret, as by the calm +way in which she appealed to him. +</p> + +<p> +"I think they are called Roman drums," he said diffidently, +"but for the moment I want to give my attention to +this excellent fish." +</p> + +<p> +The Russian looked inquiringly at the speaker and +then turned his eyes upon Diana, while the prince cast a +meaning glance at Kyril and Scherer. Immediately +Wilhelm, who had so recently deemed himself the favoured +one in relation to this much-courted woman, assured that +he alone of all on board had enjoyed the favour of her +kisses, felt confused, and poverty stricken, and banished +from her sight. +</p> + +<p> +As the day was fading, Diana stood alone on the deck. +The island was left far behind, its hills rising faint and +dreamlike out of the sea. Diana gazed over the waters, +absorbed in reverie. "The hand of the past has lain heavy +upon me today," she mused. "Scherer, always on the +lookout for a wife ... he's missed his chances ... Wilhelm +finds a shepherdess ... as that handsome Scottish lad did +so many years ago... And what of this taciturn, amiable +prince? Is it not dangerous for us to let the favourable +moment slip through our fingers? Why does he hesitate?" +</p> + +<p> +A shadow climbed up the companion ladder. Wilhelm +stood beside her. +</p> + +<p> +"Diana," he whispered, a caressing note in his voice. +</p> + +<p> +"Good evening," she answered in a louder key. +</p> + +<p> +"Are you happy?" +</p> + +<p> +"Is it not lovely?" +</p> + +<p> +"What?" asked Wilhelm, at a loss to know what she was +referring to. +</p> + +<p> +"The sea! And that we are making for Venice!" +</p> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<p><a id="chap0509"></a></p> + +<h3> +CHAPTER NINE +</h3> + +<p> +Eduard was sitting at +one of the little marble tables in Florian's cafe on the +Piazza. He had chosen a seat in the back row, and was +fluttering the pages of an illustrated paper. A small glass +of vermouth stood on the table beside him. He had at last +discarded his yachting jacket and white shoes, and was +now clad in a light-coloured summer suit, enjoying the +luxury of being ashore again after so many days at sea. +</p> + +<p> +Here, in Venice, ran his thoughts, I hope to stay two +days; but I don't mean to spend them in hunting up art +treasures. I'm going to be an ascetic so far as such things +are concerned. I wonder why she left the yacht so early? +The time had certainly come when it was expedient to land +somewhere! +</p> + +<p> +Pictures of the last few days aboard the "Excelsior" +passed before his eyes. All the cheerfulness of the first days +had vanished; monosyllabic courtesy prevailed; laughter +had become a stranger. Wilhelm spent half the day in +solitude, apart; his friends watched him sadly as he sat +crouching on a chair in the bows; he avoided Diana and the +prince, and chose only Franklin's company, conversing +with him about camels, elephant hair, and crocodile tears. +When he played the lute, he touched its strings lightly, +making music for himself alone, and he never sang now. +Of an evening, he would creep down to where Giorgino, +the ship's boy, sat on the companion steps, and Scherer as +he went by heard them practising the Venetian dialect +together. +</p> + +<p> +Scherer, too, was restless, and tried every expedient to +relieve his boredom, asking the captain for information +concerning winds and tides, fogs and lighthouses. Eduard +and Kyril had long discussions about the people as against +the individual, at the end of which, they would fetch the +chess board and sit down to a game. Four or five hours +would go by, and neither would raise his eyes from the +board; and even during the meals that followed, they +would remain pensive and chary of words. +</p> + +<p> +Every one on board had become suspect to Kyril, his +fundamental mistrust of Diana having now spread to her +friends; hardly had the fences which separated the two +begun to be pulled down, than he carefully set them up +again. On the whole, this state of affairs fell in with +Eduard's humour, for the prince's uneasiness concerning +Diana's little excursion with Wilhelm had assuaged his +jealousy of the Russian, and it seemed to him that the +latter's comradely attitude towards Diana was a good one +to imitate. Diana herself, since that strangely poignant +evening, had been constrained to greater precaution, seeing +that the prince held back; indeed, he seemed to be slipping +away altogether, and he for his part made no effort to +hold her. She could not guess what he had been cogitating +for months; all she was aware of was that he revered her +instead of taking possession of her; her spirit was rent by +the conflict between pride and inclination, a conflict in +which pride usually gained the upper hand, and thereby +augmented the alienation. +</p> + +<p> +Eduard got up, paid his score, and was making for the +colonnade by the public library, wishing to mix with the +crowd that always promenaded there towards noon, when +he heard himself called by name. As he abruptly turned in +response, his sleeve caught the change the waiter had +deposited on the little table, and swept it to the ground. +Four hands were instantly stretched out to pick the money +from the ground, and as the prince, too, stooped in order +to help, he saw himself confronted by Kyril and another +young Russian. All three laughed as they rose and shook +hands. +</p> + +<p> +"That's the first time I've ever seen you groping for +money, most honoured Samoroff," cried Eduard. "You +always allow it to roll away unheeded at Monte Carlo. +Thanks," he added as the coins were returned to his hand. +</p> + +<p> +"It's only to show myself an arrant foe of capitalism in +the eyes of my old friend Kyril. We were students +together. Otherwise, quand il aura puissance dans l'Institut +Smolny, he might put me under lock and key in the +dungeons of the Peter-Paul fortress!" +</p> + +<p> +The elegant young gentleman who spoke these words, +partly in broken German and partly in excellent French, +was nearly as tall as Eduard. His walking cane between his +legs, he was preparing to take a seat, when Kyril said, +addressing Eduard: +</p> + +<p> +"Dimiter Alexandrovitch will excuse me, I feel sure. He'll +be happier chatting with you about the gaming table than +with me about Kropotkin whom he met in London and +whose samovar is the only thing he has been able to +understand! Good-bye, I have other matters in hand." +</p> + +<p> +He then turned to his compatriot, and took leave of him +in Russian. Soon he was lost in the crowd. Eduard realized +how glad Kyril was at such an easy escape, and with what +relish the young man had foisted a compatriot of birth and +standing upon himself as one of similar lineage. +</p> + +<p> +"How goes the world with you, cher Prince?" said Dimiter, +slipping his hand lightly through Eduard's arm, and +leading him towards the colonnade. He seemed a little +distrait, but his manner was more cordial towards Eduard +than the latter's towards him, for both by education and +temperament the German was more reserved than the Russian +globe-trotter. While they chatted, Dimiter sauntering +easily along, Prince Eduard walking with greater decorum, +the latter's mind was occupied with thoughts as to how he +could get rid of his fortuitous companion. He feared +Dimiter might invite him to lunch, that he, in turn, would have +to reciprocate, and he was loath to bring this idler aboard +Scherer's yacht since he, as member of the same caste, +would thus render himself more or less responsible for the +Russian. They had passed a few days together in Cannes +a couple of years ago, empty days to be sure, but since +Dimiter had just come from those parts, the conversation +naturally turned to recollections of that time, whose charm +was greatly exaggerated in retrospect by the Russian. In +Eduard's memory those same few days were far from +appearing so beautiful, and he was determined not to +contribute anything to their glamour. +</p> + +<p> +"I hear you've been cruising in the Mediterranean with +a newspaper magnate," began Dimiter. But he broke off to +say: "Just look, there, the girl on the right—look at the +movement of her shoulder under her black shawl, you can +actually see it as if it were being X-rayed!" He spoke with +the utmost physical unconcern. "Superb," he continued, +"only most of them smell so strong. In winter, it's not so +bad.... Apropos, Kyril tells me you have a lady on +board. Very convenient when one's at sea, only one must +be sure the cabin doors open quietly, see that the hinges are +well-oiled, otherwise the husband—I speak from experience! +Enfin... Not going already?" +</p> + +<p> +Eduard protested that he must rejoin his friends, though +in reality he was under no obligation to do so, for it had +been agreed among them that each was free to do what he +liked ashore. As the prince was about to move away, it +suddenly occurred to him that this loose-tongued gossip +might give him information about Kyril. He therefore +said somewhat irrelevantly: "You know, of course, that +Dr. Sergievitch is a great favourite on board the yacht?" +</p> + +<p> +"Naturally," exclaimed Dimiter with vivacity, and he +unexpectedly sat himself down on one of the steps of the +flagstaff belonging to the church of San Marco, his cane +between his legs. "That goes without saying. When we +were students together—my father wanted me to take my +degree—I was to study law in Switzerland, at Lausanne, +for the old man had friends there, exiles from Alexander's +reign—and Kyril was to study there likewise. It was +charming, for at Ouchy, in Madame Dorée's pension, +there lived a most adorable woman, her daughter, you +know—seventeen, noli me tangere type, brunette, slim as +a boy, only up here, you know.—Eh bien, we were all +crazy about this bronze divinity. But this poor +devil—— Let's see, we must have been twenty-two at the +time—— Yes, that's right, for it was in 1906, +a year after the October +revolution—— Well, Kyril, who was not in a position to +make her a present of even so much as a bracelet, went +straight to the goal, just as if this cool and suave young +lady were a rutting bitch. Straight there, after seeing her +but twice. I bet you it was his regard demoniaque and his +magnificent teeth that did the trick." Dimiter struck +viciously at the square red slabs with his cane. "Cette +canaille!" he exclaimed. Then, unexpectedly, he sat silent, +ruminating, filled with jealousy, as if he actually saw the +couple before him in the flesh, ignoring the many years +that had elapsed and the many successful adventures that +had come his way since. +</p> + +<p> +Eduard, standing in front of him, had at first listened, +his hands resting on the small of his back, as he balanced +himself on the soles of his brown shoes. But, his interest +in the story waxing, he brought his face nearer to the +speaker, placing one foot upon the step above and gripping +the flagstaff with his left hand. He noticed the Russian's +preoccupation and respected it for a while. Then, into the +silence, he flung a question, lightly, as if he attached but +little importance to the answer: +</p> + +<p> +"He was very poor at the time?" +</p> + +<p> +Dimiter looked up, blinking his eyes as he answered: +</p> + +<p> +"Son of a cottager, Ukrainian peasant folk, adopted by +some farmer or other. Suddenly wrenched from his natural +surroundings and hurled into the vortex of revolutionary +intrigue. Then he studied, buried himself in his work. +Got subsidies, financed by the party—je ne connais pas les +details. Later, I gather, he was sent to Siberia. Escaped, as +usual.—En avant! Enough of this camelot! Come along +to Danieli's. You must consent to be my guest at lunch, +and tell me the most recent Berlin scandals." +</p> + +<p> +"That would be delightful," rejoined Eduard, hoping +to hide behind a mask of levity the pensive mood these +scraps of information had induced. "Unfortunately I am a +slave aboard the galley which you can see from here +flaunting her charms in a robe of snow-white innocence. +Tomorrow I'll drop you a line at your hotel. For today, I +have no choice, I must aboard. Mille pardons!" +</p> + +<p> +As soon as he had shaken the Russian off, Eduard made +his way, with greater speed than was customary to him, +through the strollers who were by now thronging the +Piazza. He hailed a gondola, and, not wishing to be the +prey of further questionings, called haphazard the first +name that occurred to him: +</p> + +<p> +"All' Accademia!" +</p> + +<p> +He would thus gain time to consider where he would +next order the man to go, and meanwhile he could give +himself up to meditation. Lounging on the well-worn +leather cushions, he saw nothing of the sights around him. +His mental vision was filled with Kyril's form; he saw +Kyril's eyes asparkle, Kyril's teeth gleaming; he heard +Dimiter's envious voice saying, "Straight there, after seeing +her but twice," and again Dimiter's tone as he uttered the +words "bronze divinity," words that had pierced Eduard's +heart. Then the dim interior of a peasant's hut rose before +the prince's eyes, a new-born baby was crying, the farmer +in his high boots entering and carrying the child away, the +snow, the heat, the endless steppe, a resolute lad growing +up on a farm, a propagandist on his rounds whispering the +word of promise for a brighter future and giving the boy +a book, the youngster devouring page after page, his face +aglow—now the lad is packing his few things, scraping +a handful of coins together, making for the railway station, +journeying to Moscow—public meetings, a kopeck or two +spent on food, all the rest of his scanty hoard going to +buy books, and again books—then, suddenly, reindeer +drawing a sleigh over Siberian wastes, Kyril sitting inside +it, hastening onwards, for ever hastening, that "they" +might not catch him, onward till he reaches the coast—now +the youth is aboard a sailing vessel, none of your +spick-and-span white yachts—and then the vision of the +girl of seventeen summers, a bronze divinity, spurning the +advances of the scion of a princely race in order to give +herself to the meanly born swain who possessed her then +and there as if she were "a rutting bitch." ... +</p> + +<p> +"O—hé! Guarda—mi!" +</p> + +<p> +The gondolier's warning cry broke in upon his reverie. +The man's voice reminded him of the voice of his first +tutor calling to him as he played in the park at home, +summoning him back to his quarters in the left wing of +the castle. But first he must bring his wooden ducks ashore, +lovely white-lacquer birds, with which he had been +playing in the marble basin where the goldfish swam; they +must not be allowed to stay out over night. "Johann! +Johann!" And the old servant would come running along +the avenue of yew trees while the youngster stamped about +in water, crying: "Johann, catch my ducks! No, not yet; +first help me on with my shoes, I've got to be quick, +Stefan is already with Herr Hollrigel, we've got to do twice +two today!" +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p> +At this very hour, Diana was sitting alone in the cool, +spacious hall of the Accademia, looking up at Titian's last +masterpiece. +</p> + +<p> +"What depth, what weight," thought she. "This is surely +the climax of the century when, after so glorious a course, +after hundreds of paintings depicting sunlit nudities, +red-gold, shimmering hair, lute players twanging love-lorn +ditties beside Aphrodite; of pictures of chains and +war-harness, of boldness and of freedom—there should be +conceived this canvas, showing beneath a green-gold cupola +of transcendental loveliness, the dusky and livid body of +Our Lord being taken down from the cross before the +gloomy eyes of the watchful Magdalen.... To die young +... younger even than He ... in the dread ecstasy of +love, in the throes of a twin pulsation, naked, up on a +couch within earshot of the surges of a southern sea, under +the skies in full view of one's guiding star.... Is my +constellation really the Scales? Last night, when I heard them +lowering the anchor, and the chain rattled over the +cathead, I looked out through the port-hole, straight across to +San Giorgio's point, and there was Saturn, the girdled +god.... I must get away from this tragical picture.... +It was here I saw those enigmatic angel heads of Leonardo's +that time when I came away from Rome.... They were +under glass, and some one carefully rolled back the cloth +that protected them from the light.... They must be over +there...." +</p> + +<p> +Diana got up, passed through two other rooms, full of +people coming and going and chatting, to reach a little +gallery whose walls were adorned with glass cases. The +place was deserted but for one other, a glimpse of whose +back she caught in the farther corner. She started looking +at the pages which were spread out for inspection beneath +the glass. They were drawings by Leonardo himself. +</p> + +<p> +She looked long and lovingly at these sweet angel faces +with their ecstatic upward gaze and their unearthly, +enigmatic smile; herein she read nothing but heavenly love, +desireless and candid; and her heart, which had been +troubled of late, gradually found ease and quietude from the +contemplation of these pure and ethereal beings; she felt +her soul flooded with the reflected laughter and devotion +of these fanciful creations. The face of the master who had +conjured them forth from the recesses of his fancy rose +before her, and as peace invaded her and wrapped her round +she felt that his spirit must be near at hand. A light +footfall to her left brought her back to reality, though for a +moment, so greatly was she under the spell of her musings, +she thought it was the tread of the great master himself. +</p> + +<p> +The form she had glimpsed as she entered the gallery +had detached itself from the shadowy corner, and was now +studying the contents of the cases, just as she was, only +from the other end. He was a tall man in the middle +sixties, dressed in a suit of dark cloth, and, from the +position of his body as he bent to look at the drawings, it was +difficult to decide whether he would be equally bent when +walking or not. He wore no hat, his hair was silvery +white, and his delicate face with its long nose and thin lips +looked like an etching, especially when seen in profile and +when one could appreciate the line of his long, white +beard which fell softly over chin and throat. Indeed his +head resembled the portrait Leonardo has left us of himself. +</p> + +<p> +It was thus, in profile, as he bent over the cases, that +Diana caught sight of him on raising her eyes, her pulses +still throbbing from the glory of her vision. She started, for +she recognized him at once. +</p> + +<p> +"Father!" she cried, never stirring from where she stood. +He looked up, without haste, and she saw his blue eyes +turned towards her, kindly and inquiring now, whereas +once they had been like shafts of glittering steel. +</p> + +<p> +"Diana! It is you, my dear daughter!" +</p> + +<p> +His voice struck to her very heart, just as his eyes had +done. It had become more cordial during these three years +since she had heard it last. +</p> + +<p> +"Father!" +</p> + +<p> +Slowly, as if she were a little girl, she went towards him. +He raised his arms, but did not open them for an embrace, +and kissed her on the forehead. It was as though he were +giving her his blessing. They were silent for a while. +</p> + +<p> +"Just before I caught sight of you," she said softly, "the +head of this magician loomed near me, and when I heard +footsteps approaching I thought it could be none other +than he." +</p> + +<p> +"And it turned out to be only your old father! How +simply things explain themselves! As I look at you now +you seem to me all aglow inside." +</p> + +<p> +"I come from the company of angels," said Diana, +casting another look at the drawings under the glass. +</p> + +<p> +"And I am on my way to them, for at my end there were +nothing but grimacing devils. I always start down there +and make my way upward." +</p> + +<p> +"Shall I have to go down among the devils?" +</p> + +<p> +"Are you afraid of them?" he asked, scrutinizing her +closely. +</p> + +<p> +"I fear no one," said she, tossing her head defiantly, +and thus making her curls dance around the edge of her +cap. +</p> + +<p> +He stood motionless as if captivated. Then he raised his +arms once more in that peculiar gesture of his, and spoke +in a voice that sounded younger and sweeter: +</p> + +<p> +"Helena! That's just the way Helena had of tossing her +head...." +</p> + +<p> +The reference to her mother made Diana long to throw +herself at his feet. She stood silent, controlling the impulse, +for she knew that at any moment a stranger might appear +in the doorway. He, too, made an effort to regain composure. +</p> + +<p> +"Will you stay a little while with me?" he said at last. +</p> + +<p> +"I—shall come with you, Father!" +</p> + +<p> +As she spoke, she remembered other claims, the yacht, +the prince, her own desires; and her father was quick to +perceive that there was an obstacle to the free disposal of +her time, an impediment imposed from without. He said: +</p> + +<p> +"Not long ago I dreamed that I might meet you." +</p> + +<p> +"When was that? Do you remember?" +</p> + +<p> +"I remember not only the day when each of my dreams +has occurred, but almost the time as well, for I have +written them all down these twelve years past. This one +came three days ago, towards evening, when I fell asleep +in my arm-chair—a very unusual thing for me to do. It +must have been nearly seven o'clock, for when I awoke I +saw the little steamer passing by. So I could not have been +asleep long." +</p> + +<p> +She nodded her head. +</p> + +<p> +"And at the same hour, three days ago, I was standing +on the deck of a pleasure yacht, thinking: We are going +to Venice! It is April, perhaps Father will be there!" +</p> + +<p> +"There, you see how simple it all is!" The old man +smiled genially. "And now let's go and have some lunch +and a good talk." +</p> + +<p> +With the deliberate and courtly gesture appropriate to +a man of his years, he offered his daughter an arm. As she +took it, a surge of maternal solicitude flooded her heart: +she saw the soft hat he held in his hand, and looked up at +his silvery head: +</p> + +<p> +"Won't you," she began, "... it is rather cold in these +rooms...." +</p> + +<p> +"I cannot wear a hat in the presence of the master's +work," he said simply, as they went on their way. +</p> + +<p> +As they were about to descend, she caught sight of the +prince who was in the act of landing. He, however, +changed his mind, stepping back into the gondola, hastily +pulling the curtains around the seat, and thus concealing +himself from the passers-by. Since the gondolier had +brought his fare to the place he was bidden, the man waited +patiently till it should please the gentleman to alight. But +Eduard did not stir. +</p> + +<p> +Hidden by the curtains, the prince watched Diana stepping +lightly between the huge couchant lions. She looked +the embodiment of youth as she accommodated her +springy gait to that of the tall old gentleman at her side: +she was in a light-coloured coat and skirt that the wind +from the lagoon played with as she walked; he in +well-tailored black, leaning upon an ivory-handled stick. +Eduard's mind was still full of reminiscences of his +childhood days, and for him the broad steps were those of his +ancestral halls where likewise two couchant lions kept +guard, and Diana was descending them, leaning on the +arm of his own old father. +</p> + +<p> +As she stepped into a gondola near by, the prince +suddenly resolved to follow her. +</p> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<p><a id="chap0510"></a></p> + +<h3> +CHAPTER TEN +</h3> + +<p> +The "Excelsior" while at +sea had appeared to be the sanctuary of orderliness: here, +in port, she had cast her virtues to the wind. No one came +punctually to meals; the steward had gone ashore and his +substitute proved a broken reed; the captain was invisible; +the cabins were hot and stuffy, with port-holes tightly +shut; above all, everything was grimed with coal dust, for +the yacht was replenishing her bunkers, and the air was +filled with the rattle of the operation. +</p> + +<p> +When Scherer arrived, half an hour late, and went to +the dining saloon, he found Wilhelm the solitary occupant, +waiting patiently before his empty plate, and whiling +away the time till his comrades should put in an appearance +by cutting initials in the skin of an orange and gently +whistling as he worked. +</p> + +<p> +"You must be awfully hungry, my dear fellow," said +Scherer apologetically. "I see you are trying to make the +best of my unpunctuality by carving the emblems of love. +May I have a look?" +</p> + +<p> +Wilhelm turned the fruit towards his host, so that the +letters D. W. became visible. +</p> + +<p> +"Are you so very deeply in love?" Scherer asked with a +blend of gravity and amusement. +</p> + +<p> +"I don't quite understand." +</p> + +<p> +"Well, you've joined your initial to that of the young +lady." +</p> + +<p> +"My initial? Oh no. The letters stand for Diana de +Wassilko. When I was cutting the little 'd' which marks +her rank, the knife slipped; but one can still make it out if +one looks close enough. I meant to put the orange at her +place, so that we all might know where she would sit if +she happened to turn up for lunch." +</p> + +<p> +Scherer took his seat at the table, and, after a word of +excuse, buried himself in the letters he had fetched at the +post office. +</p> + +<p> +"If I were to set about carving initials in real earnest," +continued Wilhelm, when the meal was at last served, "a +number of other letters would have to be grouped round +the D." +</p> + +<p> +"What other letters?" asked Scherer pleasantly. +</p> + +<p> +"You are not going to lure any secrets out of me, Herr +Scherer," said Wilhelm, trying to copy his host's worldly +manner. "All I will tell you is that I'd put an E. and a +K. and also an S. under the D." +</p> + +<p> +"An S. too?" +</p> + +<p> +"Of course. But they'd only be there as liabilities, you +know, not as assets in relation to the D. Not that, certainly +not that." +</p> + +<p> +"And which would be assets?" +</p> + +<p> +"Assets? None at all. Nothing but a D. I seem to be +giving a double meaning to everything I say. Honour bright, +the D. stands alone." +</p> + +<p> +Eduard and Kyril followed close on one another's heels. +The Russian was agitated, he threw his letters down +higgledy-piggledy, growling to himself in his native tongue, +and all because a packet he had been expecting had failed +to come. He asked if Scherer would not like to meet Salvatore, +the leader of the socialist press in the town. Scherer +countered by offering to introduce Kyril to Ricci. Both +men were aware that their two spheres of interest could +never be reconciled. +</p> + +<p> +The prince, for his part, was pensive, taciturn, saying he +had seen nothing, and that Dimiter had bored him. Kyril +laughed, and begged the prince to forgive him his desertion. +This was the first day Eduard had seen the Russian +laugh, and the splendid teeth that were disclosed in the +act made the prince uneasy. +</p> + +<p> +Finally came Franklin, making what speed he could, +his necktie askew, preoccupied and uncompanionable. +</p> + +<p> +"I'm afraid I can't raise your spirits by handing you +some pleasant correspondence," said Scherer. "There were +no letters for you." +</p> + +<p> +"I fetched them myself," answered Franklin +mendaciously, as he continued to eat in silence. +</p> + +<p> +One of the crew stepped up to Scherer at that moment, +and handed him a letter, telling him that the messenger +was awaiting an answer. Scherer tore open the envelope, +ran his eyes over the note, and then read it aloud to the +company. +</p> + +<p> +"I have met my father ashore. Till the yacht sails, +I should like to stay with him. Please ask Mary to come +to me. You, dear Herr Scherer, and your friends are +cordially invited to come and see us tomorrow. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> + "Yours,<br> + "D. W."<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p> +Wilhelm was the first to break the silence which had +fallen upon the party, completely taken aback by the news. +He lifted the orange he had carved, saying: +</p> + +<p> +"You see, Gentlemen, there are the letters, prophetic, +D. W., as in the note." +</p> + +<p> +Scherer opened another envelope, enclosed within +Diana's, and read: +</p> + +<p class="t3"> +"Grigori de Wassilko +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +asks the pleasure of your company ... tomorrow evening +at seven o'clock. Palazzo Tiepoletto." +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p> +"There are four similar cards, one for each of you," +continued Scherer, dealing the invitations out to his guests. +</p> + +<p> +Wilhelm took his, read it, turned it over, endeavouring +to solve the mystery of a visiting card, and to infuse with +poesy the display of a name on an oblong of white +pasteboard. +</p> + +<p> +"Tiepoletto," queried Scherer, "are there not three palaces +of that name?" +</p> + +<p> +"This one is the last as you leave the harbour," explained +Eduard, pocketing his card. +</p> + +<p> +"You know...?" +</p> + +<p> +All eyes were raised from the cards and fixed on Eduard's +face. +</p> + +<p> +"Elderly gentleman, white beard, carefully tended," +explained the prince with assumed indifference. "I propose +that we, too, send an avalanche of cards!" +</p> + +<p> +Scherer undertook to accept the invitation in the name +of his guests, and while he was penning his note, the others +stood about the dining saloon, chary of words, reserved, +while the coal rattled into the bunkers, a hostile symbol +as it were, racking to ears accustomed for many days to the +monotonous bourdon of seas and winds. Wilhelm, submissive +young simpleton that he was, had got over his +pastoral adventure with Diana in the best way he could, +by forcing himself to regard it in silence as a bitter-sweet +jest—for never since she had on that first evening, rejected +his advances in a friendly enough fashion, had he again +ventured to approach her as a lover. Eduard, at a loose end +like a wooer who just before declaring himself has to +leave his beloved if only for a day, was a bundle of nerves, +restlessness, and impatience. Kyril and Franklin had had +strange and disquieting news. Nothing was to be got +from the latter, but when all the others had gone ashore +he had his trunks carried down the gangway, and when +his host returned that same evening a note was all that was +left to tell of Franklin's presence. +</p> + +<p> +"A letter was awaiting me here which summoned me +to Vienna, urging me to use the utmost speed as the matter +concerned my official duties. I am thus constrained to +leave the white ship earlier than we had planned, a step +I regret all the more when I remember how generously +you have played your part as host. Forgive me for departing +in this unceremonious way without a personal leave-taking, +but it is expedient that I should catch the night +train; now it is already six o'clock, and there is no sign of +your return. +</p> + +<p> +"A day will come when I shall be able to thank you in +person. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +"FRANKLIN." +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p> +Folded within this sheet was another, written in a more +youthful hand, the lines running in curves, rhapsodic and +divided into rhythmical versicles: +</p> + +<p> +"No! There must be truth between friends. May I count +you my friend, today? There was no letter, no night train +at all. A meeting merely. Just fancy! A meeting in a +little street... Languid embraces, melancholy, staring +eyes... Forgetting culture, ambition, knowledge! You +smile? At my age one does not find that the gods often +trouble to bestow ecstatic hours. Yes, it is true, during +these last days, when it has seemed that a greater +intimacy has sprung up between me and the girl, my senses +have become confused, I have felt rejuvenated—and I am +happy to acknowledge the fact: it is the huntress who has +sent me into this Venetian beggar-woman's arms, has sent +me to this queen. Her hair is like what one sees in the +elder Palma's pictures, but her skin is like Franklin's the +younger." +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p> +After lunch, Eduard had tried to get a siesta, but he +was still agitated with his morning adventure, and presently +decided to leave the noisy, dusty ship. He was pulled +ashore in company with Kyril and Wilhelm, the two latter +having agreed to explore a distant quarter of the town +together, each wishing, though from very different motives, to +rub shoulders with the common people. The Russian spoke +very little Italian, but Wilhelm had bicycled all over Italy, +learning old songs and new, and in the process becoming +a master of the language. Now they had cajoled Giorgino +into acting as guide, for though the lad had come +originally from Vicenza, he knew Venice very well. +</p> + +<p> +Eduard, though attracted by the excursion, could not +bring himself to make one of the party. It seemed to him +impossible to walk with this Russian among people whom, +no more than a couple of hours ago, he had regarded with +a blend of envy and timidity as aboriginals. When he +turned to leave his two companions, Wilhelm's faithful, +doglike glance smote him to the heart, and he asked +himself why it was that people should find it so hard to +understand one another. He went on his way aimlessly, dreading +the long afternoon that lay ahead, and suddenly realizing +that all the hours till seven the following evening +had to be spent somehow. "I ought to have joined forces +with Scherer," he thought as he strolled along streets which +at this hour were always empty.—"Women... One +could spend the time in a woman's company... +Adelheid might be better than nothing... They have a +lovely house ... and even if Umberto, the husband, does +talk exclusively of Principe Doria, she herself is a fine +figure of a woman, and invariably gracious...." Now he +found himself accosted by a flower girl whose nosegays of +narcissus suggested a lady's boudoir.... Hailing a +gondola, he asked to be taken to the palazzo.... +</p> + +<p> +"Eduard," cried a plump and handsome woman entering +the little salon precipitately, his card still in her hand. +"Eduard the Confessor! How nice to see you again." +</p> + +<p> +"1042 to 1066, my dear Adelaide," said Eduard, allowing +himself to be embraced. "I have not come here as a +confessor this time, but as a true and faithful knight, to +lay these narcissi upon your ever youthful breast!" +</p> + +<p> +She took the proffered nosegay, and, without a look at +the flowers, stuck them in her bodice. The whole thing was +done in so matter-of-fact a way, in so stereotyped a +manner, that Eduard could not help thinking how different +Diana's reaction would have been, how graciously she +would have taken a bouquet from the hands that offered +it. He could not now understand how he had managed +to be even a little in love with this woman a few years +ago, though she was amiability personified, and at that time +had been slim and graceful. +</p> + +<p> +"On the contrary, I am no longer old enough to act the +mother confessor as I did when you were here before, +because your noble family has unfortunately determined to +turn so Protestant a face to the world. But, Dio mio, what +are you doing now? How's uncle Heinrich? And Elisabeth? +And Katharina? And where do you come from now?" +</p> + +<p> +Eduard gave a pithy report of these family matters, and +then turned the conversation to the lady's husband and +children. The former, he learned, had gone to Rome, the +latter had gone for a day's excursion to the country. He was +shown countless photographs of the youngsters, indeed +every table was laden with these effigies, so that his cup of +steaming tea, as he pleasantly remarked, looked like an +offering of incense at the shrine of Margherita, his little +cousin. This cheerful, worldly-wise woman had a wholesome +effect upon Eduard, relieving him from his depression; +and, after half an hour in which she had made many +more references to the days of their youth, he +congratulated himself on the impulse which had made him come +to see her, and on finding her alone. +</p> + +<p> +"The view from here is really too Baedekerish, Adelaide," +he said, looking through the slats of the green Venetian +blind. +</p> + +<p> +"Please use the German version of my name." +</p> + +<p> +"The other is Beethoven's version," bowing profoundly +and then coming towards her again. "I recollect that when +I was still a little boy in sailor suits and Therese sang the +song I always conceived of the beloved lady as having +red-gold hair like yours." +</p> + +<p> +"Caro mio, one is doomed to become grey, and that +very soon now; that much-praised landscape is not a little +to blame in the process. When I first came here, a young +and inexperienced girl, everything seemed like heaven to +me. But, dear cousin, to have nothing to look out upon +during fifteen years beyond water and black boats, with +never a motor car to relieve the monotony, not even a +motor boat allowed on the canals—it becomes melancholy +in the long run! In fact when one sees these romantic +Venetians at close quarters, it puts a gloom on one's spirits. +It's all very well to love in such melancholy surroundings, +but when it comes to marriage—I'm all for dry land, my +dear." +</p> + +<p> +"Neither damp nor dry, Adelheid! Unmated one can +fly freely in the third element." +</p> + +<p> +"Or one roasts in the fourth," cried she, drawing him +down to her side on the blue baroque sofa. "And now your +confession, Eduard the Confessor, just as in old times, on +this very sofa. Tell me, when is it to be, and, above all, on +whom has your choice fallen?" +</p> + +<p> +"Stefan must lead the way," he said, evasively. +</p> + +<p> +"Stefan is a sick man, and, though Heinrich has been +married these three years, he has no children. It's up to you, +Eduard, to make the succession safe. You surely ought to +do it for the throne's sake, even if the claims of the altar +mean nothing to you." +</p> + +<p> +"My younger brothers will cater for countless heirs, it's +such a delightful society game!" +</p> + +<p> +"Fi donc," she protested, laughing. +</p> + +<p> +"Why? Don't you agree?" +</p> + +<p> +She laughed more heartily, saying: +</p> + +<p> +"No doubt you have had experiences of the sort?" +</p> + +<p> +"Only theoretical knowledge." +</p> + +<p> +"No young sprigs of your own?" +</p> + +<p> +"I am alone; am unfortunately not in a position..." +</p> + +<p> +"But there must be beautiful young women about, who +will pose with as little on as Phidias's statues—or was it +Michelangelo?" +</p> + +<p> +Eduard was honestly pleased that Diana should have +been introduced into the conversation. His thoughts +lingered upon the vision of her as Atalanta, he saw her +ankles, her throat, again, and the dauntless line of her +profile. Hard upon the vision came one of her in a +close-fitting sweater, standing in the bows of a ship; then, +another, when she wore a black evening dress, low-cut; he +lost all sense of the passage of time as a hundred other +postures, talks, looks, and thoughts drifted by, till at last the +scene enacted this very morning on the flight of steps, +between the two guardian lions, rose to his mind.... He +sat brooding longer than Adelheid had expected, and it +was with instinctive delicacy that she asked very softly: +</p> + +<p> +"Or am I perhaps indiscreet?" +</p> + +<p> +Eduard, who had lost his mother early and had no sisters, +had from childhood been on brotherly terms of affection +with this cousin. As a lieutenant, then eighteen years of +age, he had confided his first and only love affair to +Adelheid who was ten years his senior and the mother of two +boys. The confidence had taken place on this very sofa, +as she had just reminded him. After the manner of young +men, his avowal to a woman who was still charming with +the freshness of youth and who had not yet become +resigned to her fate, moved him to a deeper sentiment +towards his confidante, so that his regard for her, hitherto +quasi-filial, became sublimer, verging on love. Yet it was +all no more than a breath, a sigh, on a September day, as +evening was drawing near. +</p> + +<p> +This afternoon, in the dimly lit room, as he sat near so +good a friend, after the strange happenings of the morning, +after the cruise in which the tides of love had ebbed +and flowed along his lonely shores, the old-time trust +revived in his heart, and he said, as he leaned back among the +cushions, a cigarette between his teeth, with unwonted +gravity in his voice: +</p> + +<p> +"Don't you worry on my account, dear Adelheid. But, +since rumour has travelled to your lagoon, I will make the +fatal confession that I do not like the lady spoken of +casually—at least I would prefer if you did not do so..." +</p> + +<p> +"Oh," she cried softly, taken aback. +</p> + +<p> +"Well, you see," he continued tranquilly, "this is a far +more serious affair than that other long ago, although at +that time we had to do with a young duchess. Meanwhile, +for these ten years, calm has prevailed, no wind has stirred +to fill the sails of my outlandish vessel. And even now—I +hardly know if I dare venture on the voyage..." +</p> + +<p> +She was all ears, eager and inspired. +</p> + +<p> +"Is it to be a long journey?" she inquired at length. +</p> + +<p> +He stood up, saying curtly: +</p> + +<p> +"It will be this journey, dear Adelheid, or not at all." +</p> + +<p> +He frightened her. Eduard was looked upon by his family +as a crank and a libertarian, but one nevertheless who +would guard the old traditions from tarnish or decay. Now +it seemed all at once as if he were resolved to break with +the conventions proper to a ruling house. Confused and +perplexed, she asked: +</p> + +<p> +"Does your—does anyone know?..." +</p> + +<p> +"No one can know what does not yet exist—although +Papa has had his medicine to swallow already... But I +wanted you to know what a jade fate is. As for me," and +now he spoke with his customary persiflage, "usque ad +naufragium I'll sail alone—a simpler and cheaper way. +Please forgive me the melodramatic intermezzo I've been +inflicting upon you. The danger is not great.... Have +you heard from Papa? Heinrich writes me that the doctor +finds him much as usual. Don't you think I ought to go +and see him?" +</p> + +<p> +"Are you then on the homeward road? You told me, did +you not, that you have been yachting, with friends.... +Where have you been, and how has the cruise pleased you, +if one may ask?" +</p> + +<p> +"Mediterranean, Adriatic. Exquisite aimlessness, sometimes +under sail, at others by steam. No museums; nothing +but wind and deck chairs. When we leave here, we're to +cruise down the Dalmatian coast...." +</p> + +<p> +"That reminds me. Last Tuesday Countess Münsterberg +was here. You remember, the woman with the feline +movements, and the rather mad vagaries. Ah, you were the +more fortunate onlooker!" +</p> + +<p> +"On her way home?" +</p> + +<p> +"She wanted to take the steamer to Ragusa next day; +it's a tiresome journey via Trieste, you know. I can't +understand how any one can bear to live in so out-of-the-way +a place!" +</p> + +<p> +Eduard made some quick mental calculations: If we +call on Olivia, Diana will at length find a background. A +unique opportunity to see her in such surroundings. What +for, though? Know everything beforehand. All the +same... +</p> + +<p> +Then he said: +</p> + +<p> +"Yes, my dear Adelheid! How can anyone bear to live +in so out-of-the-way a place?" +</p> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<p><a id="chap0511"></a></p> + +<h3> +CHAPTER ELEVEN +</h3> + +<p> +The morning light shone +down limpid and warm in the courtyard of the Armenian +monastery on the island in the lagoon; and as the slanting +shadows of column and arch fell athwart the cloistered +ways, the shafts and crosses and arches were figured on +the marble flooring, creating as it were a second +architectural masterpiece. +</p> + +<p> +Two human shadows came to mix their contours with +those of the masonry. A tall, black-robed elderly monk was +leaning against one of the pillars, and was speaking quietly +but earnestly to an old man, likewise clad in black, who +was bending his head in order to be on a level with the +eyes of his interlocutor, and was listening attentively. Both +men had flowing white beards. In the court round which +the cloisters were built, there was a little fountain plashing +in the sunshine, and on the edge of its basin sat a young +woman lazily stroking a great cat which responded with +sensual delight to her caresses, arching its back and +raising its tail as her hand passed from its neck and down its +spine. +</p> + +<p> +All four of these sentient creatures were being penetrated +with the sun's rays, and three of them appeared to +be so content as to be wholly without a desire of any sort. +Only he who had vowed to renounce the world, seemed +to be a prey to passionate impulses. +</p> + +<p> +"Even a convent is unable to kill the impulsive force +of man," thought Diana, as her eyes travelled from the +calm face of her father, to the glossy coat of the animal, +now stroked into ecstatic quietude; as she considered her +own mood, and then compared these three states of beatific +tranquillity with the secret flame which consumed the +monk. "Maybe my father only attained his present condition +of meditative peace after death had deprived him of +his companion. Helena! The name rose from his very +heart when he uttered it yesterday. And she died in giving +birth to a son whom he never sees...." +</p> + +<p> +The two men separated, and her father turned to seek +her out. With infinite precaution, lest she disturb the +sleeping cat, she slid down from the basin's rim and crossed +the flags to where he stood. As she went, she noticed that +the well-tended beds were planted with vegetables, and the +aroma of damp earth rose to her nostrils. +</p> + +<p> +"They must have watered the young shoots before the +sun got round," she thought, vaguely. +</p> + +<p> +The conversation which the meeting with the monk +had interrupted was now resumed as father and daughter +paced up and down beneath the Gothic arches. +</p> + +<p> +"As I looked at you both," began Diana, "the layman +seemed to be the more spiritual of the two. What had +occurred to excite the Armenian?" +</p> + +<p> +"I have known him these twenty years," said the old +man, passing his ivory-handled stick into the small of his +back and resting his two hands on it at either end. "In those +days, when I was engaged on excavation work in Anatolia, +he spoke with just the same animation. His people out +there are still being harried by the Turks, and he imagines +I can pull strings on Armenia's behalf because I occasionally +dine at the embassy in London." +</p> + +<p> +"Have you ties out there?" +</p> + +<p> +"I don't keep them up now. But you were in those parts +not so long ago, and at cross purposes, it seemed to me." +</p> + +<p> +"Not at cross purposes, Father." +</p> + +<p> +"What about the heart—did you not write to me +that...?" +</p> + +<p> +She hung on his arm, saying: +</p> + +<p> +"When will my heart beat a steady rhythm?" +</p> + +<p> +"As soon as it beats slower, Diana," he assured her, +looking at her out of friendly eyes, while she clung to him +more resolutely than ever. +</p> + +<p> +"When did your heart begin to beat slower, Father?" +</p> + +<p> +"A long while ago." +</p> + +<p> +"How long?" +</p> + +<p> +"When my hair turned white." +</p> + +<p> +"I wish mine were grey," she said, a smile on her lips. +</p> + +<p> +"I have no wish that mine be brown again. I love age. +It seems to me like a statue one has dug up out of the +ground: more lovely than a new one could ever be, even +though a limb should be lacking." +</p> + +<p> +He paused by a capital which had fallen from one of +the columns in the cloisters and now lay amid the grass, +surrounded by purple iris, looking for all the world as if +it had just been shovelled out of the earth and the column +to which it belonged lay still beneath the soil. +</p> + +<p> +"What purpose can this old thing serve, I wonder?" He +stood contemplating it pensively. +</p> + +<p> +"It will catch the dews from heaven in its convolutions +so that birds may come and slake their thirst," answered +Diana. +</p> + +<p> +He looked up, and they resumed their walk. +</p> + +<p> +"How charmingly you choose your words," he said after +a while. "But my birds are all flown and seek other +springs." +</p> + +<p> +"Let me fly free a little longer, spreading my wings over +the endless seas that lie beyond this lagoon. Do you hear +how the gulls are calling?" +</p> + +<p> +She pulled herself away from his arm as if to get nearer +to the waters which lapped round the island's sandy shores. +He stood awaiting her pleasure, a smile irradiating his +face. He watched her as she took off her wide-brimmed hat +and swung it over her arm, while shaking out her curls +as if to feel the sea-wind through her locks. Soon, she +turned to him again, took his hand in hers, and kissed it. +</p> + +<p> +"Forgive me," she said. "It is barely a day since I left +the yacht, and the scream of a seagull fills me with +longing. How will the bird fare inland?" +</p> + +<p> +"And what about Sidney?" +</p> + +<p> +"Sidney? Would you not like to have him back with +you again?" +</p> + +<p> +"He left of his own accord, two years ago. I cannot put +constraint upon grown-up children." +</p> + +<p> +"Is he getting—sufficient money from you?" +</p> + +<p> +"Only a little sum, hardly enough to live even modestly +upon, the same I wanted you to have when you decided to +fend for yourself. I have no more to give." +</p> + +<p> +"But he needs a great deal." +</p> + +<p> +"He's never written to ask for more. Is he earning +nothing? Is he not drawing?" +</p> + +<p> +"He did—a little modelling recently." +</p> + +<p> +"Ah? Caricatures? Animals?" +</p> + +<p> +"No, a figure." +</p> + +<p> +"A man's?" +</p> + +<p> +"No, mine." +</p> + +<p> +The father asked no further. He had an allegorical turn +of mind, and the faculty of seeing symbolical meanings in +things. He saw his two children before him in fancy, and +marvelled at the idea that one of them should serve as the +beautiful material for the art of the other. The sense of +liberation, which he was invariably aware of when +confronted by the work of a master, became associated with +this symbolical conception, so that he felt only allegory and +form, and that the two were mysteriously intertwined. +He lost himself in a series of strange conclusions, wherein +a mythical brother wedded his mythical sister; he then +returned to his own fatherhood and let his fancy roam on +the thought how the mother of these two children (who +had always seemed to him the symbol of beauty) was +reproduced in the form of Diana, while his own plastic +talents had been reincarnated in Sidney's hands. Thus +plunged in meditation, the old man strolled along at +Diana's side. After a while he seemed to arouse himself as if +from slumber, and was about to ask if the modelling had +been successful, when he became aware of a quickening in +Diana's step, a tall apparition arising in the path, and of +greetings exchanged. +</p> + +<p> +Eduard, who had spoken of the San Lazzaro monastery +with Diana, and whose thoughts were wholly centred +upon her, had come over to the island this morning on the +chance of meeting her there. As the father slowly aroused +himself from his reverie and observed the cordiality of the +encounter between the two young people, it was borne in +upon him how far he was removed from the trend of his +daughter's destiny. He observed the countenance of the +man, suffused with inner happiness, and, guessing all this +signified, he turned his eyes away as the two, like a bridal +pair, came towards him. Diana introduced the prince, +whose bow was deeper than he himself was aware. +</p> + +<p> +"I'm disturbing you, intruding on your morning serenity, +I fear," Eduard said hesitantly, and his tone took Diana by +surprise, for it had such a boyish ring. +</p> + +<p> +"Certainly not, Your Highness," said the old gentleman. +"Diana has been telling me how well you keep the party +entertained on board. And to think that on her old father's +account she should have had to forgo those pleasures!" +</p> + +<p> +"I have to thank you for your invitation, Herr von +Wassilko," and Eduard felt how much more seemly the name +sounded when addressed to this white-haired veteran than +to the young whipper-snapper in Berlin. +</p> + +<p> +They continued their stroll to the accompaniment of +such civilities until they reached a stone bench at the other +end of the cloisters. The seat was bathed in sunshine, and +the three sat enjoying the warmth. The old man was +pleased with the young man's manner, though it seemed a +trifle too conventional for his taste, and he asked himself +why it was that Diana had singled out this particular +member of the yachting party for specially friendly +commendation. Diana did not join in the conversation; she +was waiting for one of those airy nothings which the prince +was wont to indulge in when he talked. +</p> + +<p> +But Eduard was thoroughly enjoying these exchanges. +He wanted more of them, and he was delighted when the +old gentleman rose to his fly and began to discuss +personalities moving in the diplomatic circles of London +society. The prince was wholly indifferent to such people +as a rule, but he listened now, for the pleasant gossip gave +him a sense of security, showed him the social background +against which Diana's father moved and had his being. At +last he was getting something he had long sought for, the +confirmation of his own surmises as to Diana's status +and upbringing. Inasmuch as, under stress of the remnant +of inherited prejudices which persisted despite all his +open-mindedness, he was on the lookout for a uniform in +which he could clothe the members of this remarkable +family, thereby raising them to his own level—he showed +towards this man whose whole demeanour and aspect +betokened a rare intelligence, a suavity which his father +had never been able to make him exhibit towards his real +equals. +</p> + +<p> +"Do you know San Lazzaro, Sir," asked Wassilko, rising +and pointing to the monastery buildings. "I fear I am +keeping you too long in England when you should be +enjoying a glimpse of Armenia." +</p> + +<p> +"I know the place well. Here, too, there is at least one +English room." +</p> + +<p> +"Ah, Lord Byron's? Is he a favourite of yours?" +</p> + +<p> +"Now at last," thought Diana, "he will raise his mask." +</p> + +<p> +But the prince was silent. He was asking himself whether +Diana, this child of liberty, would ever adapt herself to the +laws of his class (at least to the extent of an outward +observance of its conventions). In his perplexity, he had been +tempted, that morning, to emphasize, before her and her +father, his own rank and station. Now, when the name +of the English poet cropped up in the air radiant with +morning sunlight, he looked past the questioner and +Diana, across the glistening waters of the lagoon, and said: +</p> + +<p> +"As a poet I appreciate him greatly. But as a nobleman +he seems to me to have been somewhat of a wastrel." +</p> + +<p> +Hardly had he spoken, when Diana realized what was +going on within Eduard, and why he separated at this +particular moment in time the poet from the nobleman. At +the same instant she saw through the whole complicated +network of considerations and hesitations in which he had +for so long been enmeshed. Nevertheless, she was not +going to allow that there was anything amiss in the famous +adventurer's conduct; she was on the defensive in his +behalf; but her training hindered her from taking up the +cudgels by word of mouth until her father had spoken. +He, meanwhile, had been tranquilly awaiting the prince's +reply and now made ready to answer, beginning with +grave formality. +</p> + +<p> +"Sir, your own birth and station would naturally +predispose you to consider the nobleman before the poet. But +we others, who have no ties either as Englishmen or as +noblemen, may be permitted to judge him by his verses, +whose beauty even you are willing to concede." +</p> + +<p> +Diana, who had listened in silence while the two men +were talking, now seized her opportunity for the defence. +"I can see him as he sat at his table in a cell over there +in the east wing. He would rise from his stool after hours +of toil, for the light of day was fading and he could no +longer decipher the words in his Armenian Bible. +Approaching the window he would look out, his ear bent +towards the town over there, across the lagoon. It must +have been in June. He calls his servant, who makes ready +the gondola. Byron steps down to the water's edge, +indifferent to the little waves which wet his feet. Suddenly, +he flings his coat and boots into the boat, plunges into the +water, and swims to the town. Dripping, he steps ashore, +crosses the Piazzetta, and changes his clothes in the rooms +of one of his inamoratas, dances the night through, and +returns next morning to the holy fathers to resume his +studies and his translation of the sacred text. Yes, indeed, +Prince! In such circumstances one may well remain +unproductive as a poet—and scandalous as a nobleman!" +</p> + +<p> +Eduard, forgetful of his pose, listened to Diana's tirade +with growing appreciation. Her voice, low and melodious +at first, had increased in volume as she warmed to her +subject, until, at the last, she had flung out the words +sharply, turning her shaft against him in a direct attack. +He smiled as he said: +</p> + +<p> +"Mademoiselle has sacrificed the poet. Nothing can hinder +me now from sacrificing the nobleman." +</p> + +<p> +"You could not venture to speak in that way in England, +Diana," commented her father, wishing to pour oil on +troubled waters, while he thought: "They must be on +very unfriendly terms, I fear." +</p> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<p><a id="chap0512"></a></p> + +<h3> +CHAPTER TWELVE +</h3> + +<p> +The simple meal came to an +end quicker than any of the party expected, and Scherer +was thinking how difficult its preparation must have been, +for Herr von Wassilko lived in two rambling, scantily +furnished rooms lacking all the amenities that would have +tended to make guests comfortable. And yet, in spite of +obvious drawbacks, everything had gone off without a +hitch. The very simplicity of the entertainment was a +factor of its success. Mary had noiselessly attended to every +one's needs, and talk flowed easily around the table under +the red-shaded lamp, the only spot of light in a room where +the shadows lingered. The old gentleman and Scherer +had contributed most to the conversation, for they found +one another congenial. Diana's attention was divided, for +she had to play hostess and see that Mary provided all that +was needed for the comfort of her father's guests. Eduard +could not take his eyes off her as, sitting there in her +flowing lilac gown, she acquitted herself of her part with so +much ease and dignity. Before him arose visions of her +presiding at other tables, not at official banquets so much, +as at homely gatherings, homely both in the worldly and +in the idyllic meaning of the word. He fancied himself +unobserved, but Diana felt his eyes upon her, and she knew +(since she had so suddenly plumbed the depths of his +thoughts that morning) that this evening he would come +to certain conclusions concerning her, conclusions which +would be the result of long previous cogitation. +</p> + +<p> +Kyril, taciturn by nature and only able to give vent to +his ideas in spontaneous debates, had met so many party +members since his arrival in Venice and had learned of so +many underground intrigues, that his tendency to keep +silence in the presence of others was accentuated this +evening. In addition, his host's appearance fascinated him, and +he sat observing the old gentleman attentively. Wilhelm, +alone of the company, appeared to be disappointed. He had +expected to meet an astrologer, a man who could read the +meaning of the stars, or, at least, an alchemist, some +wonder-worker whose house would be full of maps and +globes, of bottles, retorts, and measuring glasses. Yet in the +hall, as he entered this sometime wealthy palace which had +now fallen on evil days, instead of armour and chains, all +he saw was a row of pegs each bearing a hat belonging to +the master of the house. To this display, the newcomers +reacted differently. Kyril sneered inwardly at so much +needless formality; Scherer mentally appraised their cost; +and the prince noted the absence of the tall hat, which +might of course be in safe keeping in one of the old man's +boxes. +</p> + +<p> +As Herr von Wassilko rose from table, he said: +</p> + +<p> +"I trust you will excuse so primitive an entertainment, it +is all the impoverished descendant of an old family can +afford. But I prefer to rent a couple of rooms such as these, +rather than put up in a hotel. I cannot help envisaging the +persons who have been there before me, perhaps vacated +the premises an hour before, sat upon the same chairs, +eaten from the same spoons, and set the air tingling with +the sound of their senseless talk. I cannot help being aware +of this as I sit at table; the whole atmosphere is full of it." +</p> + +<p> +They took their places in a semicircle before the open +glass doors leading to the balcony, two of the chairs being +comfortable modern ones, and the remainder stiff and austere, +recalling the furniture of an earlier period. The host, +though his guests had pressed him to take one of the easy +chairs, elected to sit in a large Gothic chair devoid of any +kind of upholstering. Eduard and Scherer, loath to make +themselves more comfortable than the old man, had +ensconced themselves in equally rigid seats, while Diana, +throwing a huge Venetian shawl about her shoulders, had +pulled a dumpty to the step leading on to the balcony and +had settled down there out of range of the lamp and of +Eduard's persistent eyes. Only from time to time was she +for a moment lit up in the flickering light of a passing +gondola. +</p> + +<p> +"Thus it remains for the two young gentlemen to play the +grandfather," said the host pleasantly. +</p> + +<p> +Wilhelm, who had expected as much, immediately threw +himself into the depths of one of the arm-chairs, exclaiming: +</p> + +<p> +"That's just what I feel too! And we'll have to be taken +great care of for we are the hope of the nation." +</p> + +<p> +"I accept the rôle with pleasure," said Kyril, suiting the +action to the word. "It seems to me the only thing I can do +under the circumstances, though I don't feel in the least +bit grandfatherly. Those other chairs take us back to earlier +centuries, reminding us of the might wielded by long +extinct courts. At best they should be in a museum, where +a protective cord would intimate to the man of the +twentieth century that he may only gaze on them from afar—if, +that is to say, he ever finds time in this age of hustle +to study such antiquities." +</p> + +<p> +"You would thus appear to be the most advanced among +us, and so, I suppose, the youngest, Doctor?" +</p> + +<p> +"His Highness is no older," said Kyril grumpily. +</p> + +<p> +"And now you must draw their horoscopes," cried +Wilhelm eagerly. "You have all the necessary apparatus, +haven't you?" He sprang up from his chair, ready to fetch +the supposed implements, and burning with curiosity to see +them. But Scherer held him back. +</p> + +<p> +"We must not trouble Herr von Wassilko today." +</p> + +<p> +"Ah, my daughter has been giving me away! I gather +the young gentleman looks upon me as a second Swedenborg." +</p> + +<p> +"Was Swedenborg in Venice once?" asked Diana dreamily. +She had paid no heed to the rest of the conversation, +but the seer's name had caught her attention, and she +sensed an affinity between him and her father, though the +latter had seemed inclined to repudiate anything of the +kind. +</p> + +<p> +"Yes," he said, "Swedenborg was here, anno 1718. That's +nearly two hundred years ago, Diana." +</p> + +<p> +Eduard pricked up his ears. The quiet way in which the +words were spoken, the mystery surrounding the Swedish +mystic, the old-fashioned use of the Latin word, the +affectionate tone in which he had pronounced Diana's beautiful +name, the resemblance of his manner of speech to hers, so +pensive and comfortable, as if the best had been left +unsaid; his movements, as he leaned forward in his +high-backed Gothic chair, to address his daughter sitting at the +open door; his flowing, white beard, lit up in the rays of +the lamp which had been brought over to where they sat; +the contrast between this venerable countenance and her +face, lifted in childlike expectancy to his, questioning and +eager, suffused with a ruddy glow from the shaded lamp—all +these things combined to fill Eduard with a sudden +rush of tender impatience, and his lonely heart longed to +be linked for ever with such fellow mortals as these, +persons who realized freedom through self-restraint. Now, +for the first time, he wished that Diana might read his +feelings clearly in his eyes. He stepped forward towards the +circle of light, intending, while turning his back upon the +others, to be visible to her alone. But he was arrested half +way by a sonorous voice inquiring: +</p> + +<p> +"What, actually, did this man Swedenborg achieve?" +</p> + +<p> +It was Kyril who spoke from the encompassing shadows. +Diana turned her eyes from the contemplation of +her father towards the spot whence the voice had come, +and Eduard perceived that her brows were puckered where +a moment before they had been serene. But Wassilko +answered unperturbed: +</p> + +<p> +"He left us twenty volumes of natural science, dealing in +especial with mineralogy; he was a member of many +learned societies; and, on account of his achievements, his +name has been entered in the annals of science." +</p> + +<p> +Kyril stirred uneasily. Imbued with a fanatical conception +of an imaginary future, ever in conflict with prejudice +and tradition, he had found no time, pressed as he was +with the tasks imposed by his own spirit and by the position +he held in the party, to bring equipoise into his nature. +Thus it was that, with all the powers of his mind, he had +resisted the daimonic forces within him, banishing them +whenever he felt that they were raising their heads, looking +upon them as some out-worn conceit that must at all cost +be overcome. And yet he was attracted by that other world, +lured by the unreasoning realm of emotion, especially by +the realm of music; the cosmos of impenetrable laws +fascinated him, drawing him away from the tangible laws of +economics, and subjecting him against his will to its +caprices. Now, when he learned for the first time that a +visionary, a man towards whom he felt a fundamental +mistrust, had likewise been an investigator in the field of +positive science, he realized (for gifted natures almost +invariably apply the lessons from the life histories of notable +personalities to themselves) that there was a possibility that +he himself might some day lapse into a similar state of +spiritual depravity. He said after a pause: +</p> + +<p> +"Yet had he produced nothing more than these works +of science, he would hardly have penetrated into the ranks +of the famous and dwelt in the memories of men. I had +myself never heard of his achievements in this field, nor do +I fancy have most people." +</p> + +<p> +"That's true enough," confirmed Scherer. "I remember +when Professor Somebody-or-Other was giving the memorial +lecture at the Stockholm academy, he stated that he +himself was far from knowing all the works of the master +whose memory he was honouring." +</p> + +<p> +A laugh rippled round the circle, and the old gentleman +added: +</p> + +<p> +"You are right, and I, too, am no wiser than that +laudator officialis." +</p> + +<p> +Kyril stuck to his point. +</p> + +<p> +"But what about those other works of his which dealt +with the occult? His so-called 'supernatural' ideas must be +familiar to you. Tell me whether in these there is anything +tangible, anything of lasting value." +</p> + +<p> +Diana turned away and gazed down upon the canal, +thinking: "He should be climbing in the rigging, using his +splendid limbs, or biting into an apple with his dazzling +teeth. He is a fish out of water in Venice and in my +father's company." +</p> + +<p> +Eduard, who had followed her movement and had dimly +caught the expression on her face as she turned away, was +thinking: "If I were sitting beside her in that gondola +now drifting by, I would try to whisper away all the things +that are causing her pain at this moment." +</p> + +<p> +"Such a question is very difficult to answer," said Herr +von Wassilko, sitting upright in his high-backed chair. +"These things are impalpable, and durability is hardly one +of their characteristics. They do not seem bound by time, +but only to men (and there have been such since man first +began to think) who, following the laws of their own +nature, aspire to bring them into closer relation with their +own humanity." +</p> + +<p> +"Very ably put," thought Scherer, whose habit it was to +evade such transcendental questions by similar generalizations. +He felt the old man was his equal as a man of the +world, and entirely failed to perceive that the reticence +of the reply masked a believing soul and was not the result, +as it would have been in Scherer's case, of consideration +for a cultured, though thoroughly rational, outlook which +had to be upheld from two sides at once. +</p> + +<p> +Kyril was silent. He felt that he had been worsted, and +since the others felt the same, they were grateful to +Wilhelm for his intervention when he said innocently: +</p> + +<p> +"If only I knew whether one could learn the art of seeing +spirits! I once asked an expert in Berlin after a séance, +and he said: 'Your friends tell me you play the lute. Well, +if one has music in one's heart one is not far from the +occult world.'" +</p> + +<p> +"Where is your lute, Wilhelm?" asked Diana. +</p> + +<p> +There was a general sigh of relief at this change of +subject. They spoke of musical instruments; and when +Wilhelm came back with his lute in his hand (he rarely +went out of an evening without it and Venice was the +last place in the world where he would neglect to take +it), Wassilko said: +</p> + +<p> +"I'm sorry there is neither a piano nor a violin here. +But my landlord possesses a wonderful 'cello, and, since I +used to play the instrument long ago, he always leaves it +in its case in my room whenever I come to stay." +</p> + +<p> +He got up, and after a short absence, returned with the +'cello. His guests hastened to relieve him of his burden, and +gathered round to examine it and pass their comments. +Wilhelm alone had not risen. He was back in the huge +arm-chair, which he had vacated for no more than a minute +to fetch the lute. Now he said very softly to Diana: +</p> + +<p> +"No one is going to take this chair from me this evening, +after what he said about them—unless, of course, you +have a fancy for it, Diana." +</p> + +<p> +His gentle considerateness went to her heart. She felt +sundered from Eduard, wounded by Kyril, disturbed by +the course the talk had taken; she had more and more +cut herself adrift from them all, giving herself up to her +own train of thought as she gazed into the darkness +without, and was dimly aware from time to time of the lap +of waters, the emergent lights, and the cadenced calls, +arising from the canal below. The boyish words spoken to +her by the young man lounging in the easy chair had +fallen with so friendly a lilt upon her ear that she was +grateful. Franklin's image rose before her, and she +wondered why he had stayed away, whether he dreaded being +together with her and her father; then, again, her thoughts +turned to the prince. +</p> + +<p> +Meanwhile Kyril had possessed himself of the 'cello, had +sat down, tuned it, and had become wholly absorbed in the +instrument. +</p> + +<p> +"Will you play something?" asked Scherer. +</p> + +<p> +"Alone?" +</p> + +<p> +"Wilhelm's lute will replace the piano as accompaniment." +</p> + +<p> +Every one was delighted. Wilhelm, who could not read +music, playing by ear and adapting his accompaniment to +almost any song, agreed to do his best, but insisted he be +allowed to remain seated where he was in the "revolutionist's +chair" as he called it. Kyril exchanged with the prince +so as to sit more commodiously with the instrument. He +glanced with misgivings at Wilhelm and the lute; then, +without preface or explanation, started to play Bach's +suite for 'cello. Wilhelm, who knew it well, was too alarmed +to venture an accompaniment. He would not dare to make +up something out of his own head to music such as +this. So he laid his lute aside. Kyril glanced up for a +moment, looked his appreciation, and continued to play +alone. As the mellow tones fell into the quietude of this +warm spring night, Diana sat up and turned towards the +player. At first her blood surged wrathfully through her +veins, as if she had been touched with a fencing foil. Then +the music subjected her to its mighty melodies. She sat +very straight on her low stool, her black shawl slipping +unheeded from her shoulders. +</p> + +<p> +The music penetrated her whole being, sapping her +combativeness, and luring her eyes to the figure of the +Russian as he played his 'cello in the ruddy glow of the lamp. +She saw his powerful right hand wielding the bow, the +fingers of his left, agile and dexterous, drawing vibrant +notes from the strings, his muscular legs pressing the +red-brown wood between his knees, and, silhouetted against +the carved back of a chair once occupied by a Venetian +nobleman, the fair head of a fanatical Russian peasant +bent over the instrument as if over a woman he held +against him while with his right hand he caressed her to +responsiveness and with his left he toyed with her +curving throat.... +</p> + +<p> +Eduard was all too aware of her absorption in the man +who was ravishing the company with his music, and at this +minute he would gladly have exchanged the realm of his +father and his brothers for the spiriting of his fiddle to his +side that he might pit his musicianship against this alien's. +</p> + +<p> +A long silence followed upon the final notes of the +suite, broken at last by Wilhelm, who said: "I'm sorry, but +I really could not give you any assistance in that. I had +thought you were going to give us some Chopin." +</p> + +<p> +They laughed at the speaker's naïve excuses, and the host +together with Scherer and Eduard, gave voice to their +appreciation. But Diana, awaking as it were from a spell, +rose and stepped out on to the balcony, shaking off the +magic which had bound her and to which she had surrendered +against her will. She leaned for a moment against +the iron balustrade, then turned, and, stretching her arms +towards the glass door (a gesture which suggested a +longing to embrace this evening so pregnant with melancholy) +picked up the wrap which had fallen from her shoulders, +saying: +</p> + +<p> +"Wilhelm is right! The day itself and all the ardours of +the sun are in your playing—and yet here we are +encompassed by night." +</p> + +<p> +Kyril looked at her, and in his heart he told himself +that what she said was true, for through the medium of +music every hesitancy of the spirit was revealed to him +who, in theory, denied that any such insight existed. He +began playing Chopin's nocturne in E-flat major, and +Wilhelm accompanied him throughout, while Diana stood +leaning upon the rail of the balcony gazing down on the +darkened water. +</p> + +<p> +"All this is good," thought she. "So is this town, and my +father, and the prince, and Wilhelm. So, too, maybe is the +Russian at times. And even if things are to be otherwise +in the future, yet for tonight I will that they be as they +are!" +</p> + +<p> +Soon after this the party broke up, for the yacht was to +put to sea at peep of day. Wassilko stopped Diana when +she reached the middle of the great room, and, taking her +face between his hands, he kissed his daughter on the top +of her head. The four men watched him in silence: Scherer +and Wilhelm as if they were assisting at a ceremony which +they would, undoubtedly, have performed better than any +of those who were present; Kyril with vague recollections +of the Russian parental blessing; Eduard once again with +the feeling that his own father was before him, his father, +kissing Diana. +</p> + +<p> +Their farewells were more genial than their greetings +had been, and yet there was something aloof in the manner +of the four men as they bade their host good-night. They +divided forces as they approached the two gondolas, the +prince pairing off with Diana while Scherer and Kyril +took their places in the other boat. Wilhelm stood hesitant +on the landing-stage, pondering the alternatives: should he +please Scherer by stepping into the foremost boat and thus +preventing the prince and Diana from being alone, or +should he please Eduard by leaving the field free? Scherer, +guessing his dilemma, was determined to bring no pressure +to bear upon the young man's decision. Finally Diana +signalled to him her wish to have the prince all to herself, and +so it was that Wilhelm sprang in beside Scherer. He +instantly struck up one of those light-hearted ditties that are +the rage in Venice, and make one feel they must have been +composed in Vicenza, so gay and debonair is their lilt. +Old Mary, in company with one of the yacht's crew, +followed in a third gondola. +</p> + +<p> +"Shall I tell him to stop?" asked Eduard softly. +</p> + +<p> +"Oh no! It is sweet to hear his lute over the water...." +</p> + +<p> +"Is Herr von Wassilko a good player?" +</p> + +<p> +"His heart plays well, but his fingers are clumsy and out +of practice." +</p> + +<p> +"And yet they were dextrous enough when it was a +question of bringing ancient statues out of the earth...." +</p> + +<p> +"Yes, and glass-ware too; that's a far more delicate business." +</p> + +<p> +"He seems more vigorous than my father, and yet is +much the same age." +</p> + +<p> +"Is the prince still ailing? Have you any news of his +health?" +</p> + +<p> +She was never the one to start a conversation about his +relatives, always waiting for him to begin. +</p> + +<p> +"He has been in a precarious condition ever since my +mother died. I have not much confidence either in the +bulletins or in his doctor," said Eduard softly, turning +away. +</p> + +<p> +"I, too, love my father," murmured Diana. +</p> + +<p> +Eduard, profoundly moved by her unuttered thought, +again reminded of the scenes he had witnessed on the +steps of the museum and in the room at the moment of +farewell, seized her hand as it lay in her lap. She made no +protest, and he whispered her name: "Diana..." +</p> + +<p> +He had never yet called her by name, and now, very +slowly, he bent his head and kissed her hand, pressing his +lips to it long and tenderly. +</p> + +<p> +"How gentle are this young man's kisses," she mused. +"I would like to kiss him... Yet he is silent, and seems +to be enclosing me in a great circle ... slowly... Behind +us, in our wake, Wilhelm trills his song of love, as if +life were nothing but an Eden of amoretti, short-kilted in +pale blue raiment... Have I dreamed all this before?..." +</p> + +<p> +And, as if the prince had drunk in her reverie through +the pores of her bronzed skin, he raised his head, still +holding her hand in his, and leaned back once more among the +black cushions, saying dreamily, as if musing on things +long past: +</p> + +<p> +"One night we were in a gondola together, and, for the +first time, I called you by your name ... Diana... Do +you remember? It was the same evening that your father +had entertained us at his rooms. The Russian had tried +to draw him into a discussion on Swedenborg ... that +fair-haired Russian who was born on the same day as I +... He plays Bach as only a man can play... Is he still +alive? ... Has he been hanged? ... Scherer, too, was +one of the party, young still, and hospitable and active +... Wilhelm played and sang in a gondola that followed +us, a song about a Venetian woman and her lout of a +husband and her handsome cousin... It was amid this +queer medley of voyaging, do you recollect? ... The +'Excelsior' ... and the journey was not yet at an end..." +</p> + +<p> +"And as we passed by the Piazzetta," Diana took up the +tale in the same key, as she, too, leaned back among the +cushions, "the two giants were just striking the clock +in the tower to the leftward, for it was midnight... But +the journey was not yet at an end... Do you remember, +Prince?" +</p> + +<p> +They were very still, hand lay in hand, but they did not +turn to look at one another. Then, close in the rear of San +Marco, the gondola swung round a bend, and the lights +of the "Excelsior" shone through the darkness. +</p> + +<p> +The prince sprang on to the gangway and helped her +up. At the top, he kissed her hand. Diana turned, and bade +good-night to the others who had followed close on her +heels. +</p> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<p><a id="chap0601"></a></p> + +<h2> +BOOK SIX +</h2> + +<p><br><br></p> + +<h3> +CHAPTER ONE +</h3> + +<p> +Three wide terraces sloped +downwards towards the sea, thrusting forward into the +waters. On the centre one of these terraces, beneath a +straw-thatched roof supported on bamboo canes, lay Olivia +in a long wicker chair, her light-coloured dress contrasting +with the brown-and-white fur stretched out beneath +her, which she had thrust here and there, as fancy +dictated, into the interstices of the wickerwork. She had +turned away from the light, and was gazing eastward, +where the sky was aflame with the reflected glow of the +sunset. Then, from her eyrie, she looked down towards +the bay and the little grey town on its shores, and it was +as if all the legendary lore that had grown up around the +castle of her Dalmatian forefathers in the course of +centuries were gathered into one vast legend, embodied in +herself alone. Her mien was threatening rather than +pensive; her eyes domineering and gloomy as she stared at +the huddled houses below, which sheltered a hundred +poverty-stricken fisherfolk—who, dumb and sullen, +continued to tolerate the yoke of servitude imposed by her +ancestors. She felt very much alone; but she was not alone. +A girl of sixteen was sitting near by on a low stool. Her +hair was golden like Olivia's, but not with so dazzling +a sheen; her eyes had the tranquil look of unawakened +maidenhood, her lips were full, but innocent; she looked +like a young madonna, entrancing with the promise of +womanhood. Her hands were clasped behind her head, and +her eyes were fixed on the western sky where the colours +lingered, though the sun had set. Without a desire in her +heart, she sat contemplating the fiery interplay of sky and +sea, merely enjoying the spectacle before it vanished, +gratifying the natural instinct of her youth. But the big +woman's gaze was full of anger as the evening closed +around them. +</p> + +<p> +Maria, who was almost young enough to be Olivia's +daughter, had been reading aloud and a book lay within +reach of her hand. It was a dishevelled and forlorn little +object, as its pages fluttered in the breeze now blowing +from the sea. Ever since Gregor's death had given her +back her freedom, and had simultaneously condemned her +to a life of solitude once more, Olivia had taken to reading +again; yet she harboured a peculiar kind of hostility +within her against the books of her own choice. Her +searching, restless heart, wearied with the habits of her class, +found no comfort in the tale of the doings of imaginary +characters. She had hoped to read studies of free people, +but found that their lives, too, were involved in inextricable +tangles. +</p> + +<p> +Olivia had returned to her ancestral hall with the +coming of spring, and her mother (a worldly and vigorous +lady) had started for Rome two days after the daughter's +return, intending to enjoy a few weeks of society life. +Olivia had herself proposed the journey to her mother in +one of her letters, hoping thereby to shorten the period +of their life together that summer. +</p> + +<p> +So long as she had the old castle to herself Olivia found +it a beautiful refuge. But when her mother took it into +her head to fill it with Dalmatian nobility (as she +purposed to do this year with a special end in view) the +place became intolerable. To dream away the hot days +lazing on the broad terraces, very slightly disturbed by +her son's little friends who came and went; to take a +leisurely bathe in the blue waters of the bay; to lie about a +great deal; in the morning to gaze westward, and as day +drew to an end to turn and contemplate the eastern sky; +occasionally to read a strange and fascinating book; it was +thus she had thought to pass her time till the end of June, +undisturbed, save for the company of this young niece +whose quiet ways she loved, and whose gentle fingers +proved to be strong and supple when, seated at the piano, +she would play a fugue of Bach or a chaconne. And when +on retiring to bed Olivia kissed the girl good-night, she +would inhale the subtle aroma of womanly locks, and +feel her pulses stir uneasily in never-satisfied expectation. +</p> + +<p> +The bay was usually calm; from time to time fishing +boats would furrow its waters, trailing the long nets +homeward with the morning catch; twice a week the steamer +from Trieste would put in to shore, or, if by chance the +sea was agitated, the captain would send the dinghy +instead, for every one eagerly awaited the mail-bag. These +afternoons Olivia was disinclined to spend out of doors, for +her untamed, undisciplined nature resented having to wait +and to keep a lookout, and the steamer never arrived at +a definite hour. Every other day in the week she could lie +on the terrace in perfect security, knowing that nothing +was likely to arrive from the outer world and establish a +claim upon her against her will. +</p> + +<p> +It was, therefore, with a feeling of alarm rather than of +joy that she now saw, rounding the point in the gloaming, +the nose of a vessel, which soon revealed itself to be a white +ship. She called softly to the girl beside her: +</p> + +<p> +"Maria." +</p> + +<p> +Startled by this unusual interruption of the silence which +she knew her aunt loved, the young girl swung round, +and, as she turned, she, too, caught sight of the vessel. +</p> + +<p> +"A ship," she cried, "a white ship! It is not one of +ours—and she's turning round!" +</p> + +<p> +"What do you mean?" +</p> + +<p> +"She's changing her course, she's making for land, they +are going to come ashore!" +</p> + +<p> +The girl ran to the railing. +</p> + +<p> +Olivia, too, rose and moved towards the edge of the terrace, +but before she reached it the voice of her little son +came to her from below, calling eagerly up to her and her +companion. +</p> + +<p> +"Mamma! Maria! There's a cutter in our bay. I'll run +down to the harbour, I must see it close...." +</p> + +<p> +The household bestirred itself, there was much talking +and guessing, and when, half an hour later, a sailor under +Clemens's somewhat imperious leadership handed Olivia a +note, she guessed at once who had landed on the shores of +her little realm. +</p> + +<p> +"My dear Countess, Prince Eduard was informed while +we were in Venice that you had returned home. The +'Excelsior' is lying in your bay, but we still have steam up, +so that you may feel quite at liberty to say if our advent +is inopportune. In that case we will run up a flag in salute, +its message being: Au revoir. If, however, we shall not be +a burden upon you or upon the princess, your mother, +we can be with you in an hour. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +"SCHERER" +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p> +They had planned to stay a couple of days but to make +the yacht their headquarters as far as sleeping and feeding +were concerned, for they could imagine the confusion the +unexpected arrival of five guests would cause in this sleepy +little household. Scherer, even as he proposed this +arrangement, had secretly hoped the party would veto it, for he +would willingly have entered upon more commodious +quarters than the yacht could offer. Since that early +morning talk as they lay outside Leucas his spirit had been +casting new and ever renewed circles around Diana, and when, +two evenings ago, the prince had paired off in so determined +a manner with her in the gondola, Scherer had resolutely +tightened the net. He felt his senses more and more +stirred as he perceived that she and the prince were drawing +together. Kyril's silent observation had the effect of +making her appear more desirable than ever. He had been +rather surprised when both Eduard and Kyril acquiesced +in his proposal, and could not help wondering whether +they, too, had secret fears of what the freer intercourse +ashore might entail, and had therefore elected to remain +together on the yacht. +</p> + +<p> +The meeting at the castle was as natural and simple as +could be; it seemed as if they had all been parted for no +more than a couple of weeks. That Olivia's mother was +away made the company feel more at ease; and Maria, +to whom all of them were strangers, immediately made +friends with Wilhelm, who, at the very first handshake, laid +his heart at her feet. Being the youngest of the grown-ups, +he was seized upon by Clemens, who was attracted to a +man whom his elders called a poet, and with childlike +impatience the boy insisted on dragging Wilhelm away from +the rest of the party. Thus it was that Maria, Clemens, and +Wilhelm sped gaily away, a trio of youthful freshness and +innocence. +</p> + +<p> +Kyril and Olivia felt hostile towards one another at their +first encounter. Reserved, cold, and ardent, as they both +were at bottom, they exercised that inimical attraction for +each other which serves as a bond between persons who +temperamentally mistrust happy encounters. It was not in +error, but by malice aforethought, that the Russian insisted +on addressing her as "Your Highness," as if he were resolved +not to let her forget her royal descent. Defiance +severed these two from the rest of the cheerful company, +and welded them together against their will. The situation +at once became apparent. During one of the first walks in +the park, whose shelving terraces had been cut out of +the mountain face, and along which little paths zigzagged +up the steep acclivity, Scherer had said to the prince: +</p> + +<p> +"Have you noticed? The countess, too, never laughs." +</p> + +<p> +"Had she not been born in a castle, our Russian friend +would find a way to make her open her lips. He'd only +have to show his own fine set of teeth!" +</p> + +<p> +"And all this is yours," exclaimed Wilhelm with the +gracious gesture of a king of balladry, embracing in the +sweep of his arm the whole of Dalmatia. He was flanked on +either side by Maria and Clemens, the three of them dancing +lightly along well ahead of the others. "And to think +we can explore the whole place to our hearts' content! Are +there many quails and lizards? Let's have a hunt! Now!" +</p> + +<p> +"It's getting too dark," said Maria demurely, although +she would have loved to begin the search at once. Clemens +was quick to feel how he was to deport himself in respect +of the other two. +</p> + +<p> +"We have some with blue heads," he said, as if speaking +of his subjects. "They live in our grottoes above the +seashore. It's an awfully difficult climb to get to them, +but I've climbed up twice, with Giro." +</p> + +<p> +"Let's take Giro along with us tomorrow morning," +suggested Wilhelm, wondering who Giro might be. +</p> + +<p> +"I will order him to be at the Rocco Grande at six +o'clock without fail," said Clemens grandiloquently. +</p> + +<p> +"He'll not be back from the fishing grounds at six," put +in Maria. +</p> + +<p> +"When we have guests, he does not need to go fishing," +said Clemens decisively. +</p> + +<p> +Diana, at the outset, had joined Kyril and Olivia in the +dark avenue of ancient yews. But the stuffiness under +the thick arches of the trees and the oppressive silence +of her companions made her break away into a gayer +atmosphere. Thus it was that she had overheard the amusing +braggadocio of the little boy who was the son of her dead +friend. She sought some likeness to his father in the lad's +countenance, and, drawing him towards her, said, swinging +the hand he had clasped in hers to and fro: +</p> + +<p> +"But what shall we do if there's nothing to eat, Clemens?" +</p> + +<p> +The boy, hitherto absorbed in Wilhelm, whose droll ways +attracted and pleased him greatly, had not taken any +notice of his mother's other friends. Now, hearing himself +directly addressed, he looked up at Diana, and suddenly +recognized her as a lady who had come to tea with his +mother at the embassy. And yet his recollection of her was +somewhat blurred, for two years had passed since then. +</p> + +<p> +"We have heaps of fish, you know. A whole lot of fish +in the larder." Torn between perplexity and arrogance, he +lied with the utmost assurance. Then adroitly changing the +subject: "D'you know I've got a boat! Have you seen my +boat?" +</p> + +<p> +He pulled vigorously at the lower ends of his short breeks +as if to make trousers out of them—had he not besought +his grandmother for a year and more to allow him to +wear trousers? Only since his mother's return had she +prevailed upon the princess to concede the boy's urgent +request. The trousers had been ordered, but they were a +long time coming, and here were these strangers—of course +they chose today for their visit—and he was still in shorts. +Was it any wonder this beautiful lady should address him +by name? Clemens, indeed! Just as if he were a kid! +</p> + +<p> +Diana was struck by the lad's question: Have you seen +my boat? Were not those the very words Gregor had +spoken, Clemens's father, so cheekily and gaily, so wilfully +and yet so shyly? She sensed instinctively that the boy +wished her to treat him no longer as a child; yet she +wanted him precisely to give her a child's trust, and not +the homage of a youth, since he was not yet old enough +for that. +</p> + +<p> +"Where is your boat? Ah, of course, it'll be at the +landing-stage, near the 'Excelsior'!" +</p> + +<p> +"Is that the name of your yacht? The 'Excelsior'?" +</p> + +<p> +"Yes. But it belongs to Herr Scherer." +</p> + +<p> +"Then you are not—I thought..." +</p> + +<p> +"No, I am not his wife; what made you think so?" +</p> + +<p> +"It just looked as if you must be, when you arrived." +</p> + +<p> +"His instinct makes him astute," thought Diana; "for if I +were the wife of any man in our party, surely Scherer is +the most likely mate." +</p> + +<p> +"Just give me a good look, Clemens," she said; "see if +you can't recognize who I am." +</p> + +<p> +She stopped in the middle of the path, and the youngster +turned face about. They had come to a bend in the path, +and while they stood thus inspecting one another, the other +walkers had room to pass. Wilhelm and Maria went slowly +by, and Diana heard the poet say: "We shall probably +cruise about for another week, but I can land wherever I +please...." +</p> + +<p> +"That would be jolly," answered Maria. +</p> + +<p> +Then Clemens was speaking. +</p> + +<p> +"Yes, perhaps I do, but I'm not sure," and he fidgeted +from one foot to the other. "Weren't you at the embassy +once when my father was still alive?" +</p> + +<p> +The boy no longer says Papa as in those days, thought +Diana. Death and fate have turned Gregor into Father! +Ah, those were Gregor's very eyes, the ne'er-do-well, the +deceiver. +</p> + +<p> +She forgot to answer. +</p> + +<p> +"Park with groups," she suddenly heard the prince say, +for he and Scherer had now reached the bend where she +and the boy were standing. But she sensed that in his +heart he was saying: Even today, through the medium of +the son, that man's image is still alive in her +heart—ineradicable. +</p> + +<p> +"Yes," she found herself answering, "yes, I was at your +house once. And now, shall we go and find your mother? +How do you like that man over there." +</p> + +<p> +"That is Prince Eduard. He used to be with us at the +embassy." The child spoke as if he were commending a +bailiff to her attention. +</p> + +<p> +"No, not that one. I mean the man who is walking with +the countess." +</p> + +<p> +Clemens, who had been feeling embarrassed by the turn +the conversation had taken, was relieved to find that it +was Wilhelm Diana was referring to. His tone became +livelier on the instant. +</p> + +<p> +"He ought to remain here with us. He's just the man +we want, for he's never shy, and he isn't so very old, and +I'm sure he's not a nobleman." +</p> + +<p> +His choice of words, his tone, the gesture with which +he smoothed his hair, all were reminiscent of Gregor, +Gregor as he must have been before he had earned the +nickname "mad Münsterberg." "Because he's never shy +... and I'm sure he's not a nobleman." Diana smiled. +</p> + +<p> +Meanwhile Olivia and Kyril had come to a standstill. +The countess had an innate repugnance to doing the +honours of her ancestral home, to showing guests round in +the approved manner of an obliging hostess; while Kyril +was not one to ask the questions appropriate to his rôle +as guest; they had, therefore, strolled along in silence +ever since Diana had cut herself loose from their company. +One question only had dropped from Kyril's lips: +</p> + +<p> +"You know Fräulein Wassilko?" +</p> + +<p> +To which Olivia had answered: +</p> + +<p> +"Yes, I know her." +</p> + +<p> +Her velvety alto came as a beautiful counterpart to his +deep baritone. +</p> + +<p> +But that was as far as they got, and these two, who so +heartily disdained the conventions of society, were grateful +to each other for such abstinence. Now, however, they had +reached the end of the winding path, and had before +them a series of steps and terraces upon which Olivia was +unwilling to embark until the rest of the party had rejoined +her. Negligent hostess though she was, even she felt it +might not be seemly to proceed farther without at least +pointing out the most hoary of the ancestral towers to her +guests, for this was always the culminating point of +interest to strangers. Every one was now assembled on the +green before the walls, and Clemens saved his mother the +trouble of speaking by acting as guide, pattering a few +dates and names, without much cohesion in the tale he was +telling. Scherer's accurate mind rebelled against such +vagueness, and he insisted on more precise information, +endeavouring to disentangle the stories of two knights, and in the +end turning amicably to Kyril who had been listening +the while with an expression of superlative contempt to +the confused narration. +</p> + +<p> +"After all, my dear Doctor, we cannot unmake the events +by denying them, any more than we can take what beauty +there is in them away by being cynical," said Scherer in +conciliatory vein. +</p> + +<p> +"All superfluous," commented Kyril dryly. +</p> + +<p> +"I find this giant growth of ivy wholly charming," said +the prince, who always came to the rescue with banter +when a situation threatened to become too romantic. "And +so far as the robber forefathers of Master Clemens are +concerned, whose history has just been told us with so much +lucidity and interest, they were at bottom no worse than +any of our own ancestors—unless, of course, Dr. Sergievitch +can prove the contrary." +</p> + +<p> +"I shall have great-grandchildren," said the Russian; "I +have no ancestors." +</p> + +<p> +"Your ambition, then, is to be an ancestor yourself?" +</p> + +<p> +"My grandchildren will have to forget me, just as I have +forgotten my forbears. Deeds alone are lasting, not names, +nor pictures." +</p> + +<p> +"Simplicity personified: no oil paintings, no photographs," +snapped the prince. +</p> + +<p> +"Deeds?" The clear voice broke into the conversation +like a clarion call. "Did these robber knights, then, +perform no deeds?" It was Diana who spoke, coldly and +challengingly. +</p> + +<p> +"Nothing but adventures," retorted Kyril, from the +opposite side of the circle the company had grouped itself +into. His manner equalled hers for coldness, and he +frowned as he spoke. "Those who played the vagabond +in their day, like these Dalmatian nobles, without an idea +in their heads, may serve as forefathers to a line of +descendants and have the memory of their deeds preserved +in an ancestral tower. But we, today, do not wish to work +merely for a castle or for a family. We are working for +the whole of humanity, Fräulein Wassilko." +</p> + +<p> +"Car tel est notre plaisir!" Diana tossed the phrase across +the circle, as if she were desirous of unveiling the inner +meaning of his words by the quotation of a tyrant's dictum. +</p> + +<p> +She turned on her heel, and the assembly broke up into +groups, continuing down the steps and the terraces which +led to the inhabited parts of the castle. Maria, somewhat +alarmed at the asperity in Diana's tone, looked up at +Wilhelm inquiringly: "Who is—the young lady?" +</p> + +<p> +"I don't know," answered Wilhelm humbly. "In the +end she always comes out victor." +</p> + +<p> +Clemens marched along at their side, cudgelling his brains +to remember which of the French kings had said those +words. "I read about him only the other day," the boy +said to himself. "In my history book.... Who could it +have been?" +</p> + +<p> +Olivia followed with Scherer. +</p> + +<p> +"What concern of ours are the deeds of these robbers?" +she asked gloomily. "Far better were it to be descended +from peasant forefathers." +</p> + +<p> +"It's precisely because he is the son of a peasant stock, +that this Russian is so arrogant." +</p> + +<p> +"And he is really a bandit," chimed in the prince who +was following close at their heels in company with Diana. +</p> + +<p> +"The Russian?" +</p> + +<p> +"The knight!" +</p> + +<p> +"But this Russian can't be allowed to play the high priest +and cast my life in my teeth!" Olivia spoke so acrimoniously +that the prince felt he must do something to conciliate +her. With deliberate mendacity he shouldered the +Russian's implied blame, as he said: +</p> + +<p> +"His reproaches were aimed at us, not at you." +</p> + +<p> +Diana, amazed at such a friendly deception coming from +Eduard, turned to him radiantly, asking: +</p> + +<p> +"How now, prince, do you mean to tell us that you, too, +have had adventures?" +</p> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<p><a id="chap0602"></a></p> + +<h3> +CHAPTER TWO +</h3> + +<p> +By the time they had returned +next day from a ramble along the cliffs, Wilhelm +had completely won over the heart of the boy, while +Maria had conquered his own. A youth with a taste for +adventure, inclined to search out the bizarre and the +unfamiliar in nature and in man—this native of the South +German highlands, born far from the sea, had during his +first sea voyage gained acquaintance with some of the +marvels of sea life, and (immune to the conventional +pleasures of a voyage) had adapted himself to what conformed +with his own predisposition. Having read in a story of sea +life something about great lizards, he felt sure that they +would have their habitat on the very coast where fate had +now beguiled him. And in truth they were there where +he expected to find them. It was as if a benevolent deity +were unwilling to disappoint the young innocent in any of +his hopes. +</p> + +<p> +Indeed, Wilhelm was never disappointed. His youth had +been passed alternately in the company of artists, of +persons temporarily visiting the town, and of the peasants in +his village at home, the peasant folk from whom he had +sprung. He had never made any claims on life, for his +wishes were visionary ones, incapable of realization in the +world of every day. Half musician, and half poet, he +wandered penniless through life and through many a +countryside. One day he would rise from board with tourists in +Florence, for his charming personality and a talent for +acting as guide often made him one of a cheerful company +for weeks at a stretch; the next day he would find hospitable +welcome in a peasant's shanty at Carreggi, because he +had sat down to teach the cottar's children to play the +lute. He was usually deferential where women were +concerned, so long as they were not ugly or old; and he was +content if he could merely stroke a gloved hand while driving +along in a carriage. But with English girls, who wanted +all they could get from love without running any of the +risks, he was not backward; indeed he was more cruel at +times than he realized, for he would indite little poems full +of innuendoes and ambiguities, which of an evening he +read aloud to the parents and admirers of the young ladies. +Back again in his native hills, he had no scruples in +passing the night with a village maid, for he had a nice +appreciation of the different spheres into which his birth and +upbringing brought him. +</p> + +<p> +Maria made a strong appeal to his nature, partly because +she was still almost a child, but also because of her +maidenliness. He toyed with these two aspects with delicate hands, +and found Clemens a useful buffer in his manipulations. +The lad himself was wont to feel that he and the girl were +much of an age, but since Wilhelm, who was their senior, +made proposals which in the ordinary course Clemens +would have disdained as childish and lacking in dignity, +the boy was willing to lend himself to his guest's +suggestions lest, by refusing, he should appear babyish. Maria, +on the other hand, so recently emerging from her childhood, +was thrown back into that period by these light-hearted +games; she lent herself agreeably to the stranger's +will, telling herself it was all a huge joke, and Wilhelm's +homage no more than that of a nice boy. So it was that +the three of them crept in and out of damp caves, and +the imp in Wilhelm so arranged matters that shoes and +stockings had to be discarded, and that he should give a +hand to the girl as they scrambled barefoot over the stones. +Maria blushed, and that was balm to Wilhelm's heart. +Clemens grasped the significance of no more than a part +of this by-play; but he understood enough to make him +react in boyish fashion. He would try to frighten her by +suddenly disappearing—but he never stayed so long away as +to give Wilhelm time to snatch a kiss. The knight in +Clemens and his position as heir to these estates and as cousin +made him fully conscious of his responsibilities. +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p> +That same forenoon Diana sat with Olivia in the spacious +sitting-room, a square, vaulted chamber in one of the +towers, giving from three sides on to the sea, but with its +windows usually shuttered in conformity with the countess's +preference for a dim light. Wanton sunbeams, however, +defied her precautions, and took advantage of every crack and +hole in the blue painted wood to send their radiant shafts +across the darkness—a symbol of her own soul, as Olivia +liked to think. +</p> + +<p> +Leaning on her elbow as was her habit, her limbs +stretched out on the wide ottoman, Olivia looked over +to where Diana sat. Her ardent eyes burned with increasing +fire, the longer she was condemned to gaze upon the arena +of the passions. These two women had little use for the +small change of conversation. +</p> + +<p> +"You are quite brown, Diana; and yet you spent the +whole winter in town, cooped up in rooms." +</p> + +<p> +"It's the sea. I've been three weeks cruising." +</p> + +<p> +"In twenty years, living upon this coast, I remained +white." +</p> + +<p> +"And is it not lovelier to be white and to have golden +hair?" +</p> + +<p> +"Atalanta!" +</p> + +<p> +Olivia sank back upon the divan, gazing up towards the +vaulted ceiling, for she wanted to call forth again the +vision of the Diana she had seen that evening in Berlin, +a vision which had seemed to express the fullest possibilities +of the young woman's being. But to conjure up this +picture she must not have Diana's actual form before her +eyes. +</p> + +<p> +"To be able to personify a goddess," she murmured, "to +discover thus early one's own essential shape, and to be +able to fill out its structure unto completion.... O blessed +freedom...." +</p> + +<p> +Diana was thinking: "How fiercely she strives and seeks; +yet she is excluded from the realm of enjoyment so soon +as her dreams become reality!" +</p> + +<p> +"Have not you, too, since then gained something of +freedom?" Diana asked. +</p> + +<p> +With unwonted alacrity, Olivia replied passionately: +</p> + +<p> +"Not as freedom! They all have a home; Maria, her +hopes; my mother, this castle; Scherer, his newspapers; the +Russian, his ideas; and Gregor—well, he wavered between +deeds and adventures, and was at home in both. But you +have chosen the world! Yes, you, Diana, among all the +persons I have met, you alone are worthy to regard the +great dome of the firmament (at which I have so often +gazed as at something vacuous and inimical) as the roof +of your ancestral home. That is why you are so fond of the +stars!" +</p> + +<p> +She spoke angrily and moodily, her eyes turned earthward, +her chin resting in her palms as she leaned upon her +elbows. +</p> + +<p> +"Are not dreams, too, a home?" asked Diana softly. +</p> + +<p> +"I want to get away; it is high time I did so; indeed, +there is not a moment to be lost. How well I understand +Herr Franklin's erratic behaviour. He refuses any longer to +let his fancy roam; he is resolved to be up and doing, +accomplishing something visible and tangible—though deep +in his inner self he knows well enough that it is vanity and +deception, and less than a dream.... Well, I too want +a home; love shall be my roof-tree, and then, quaffing one +final draught, I shall sink back into my dreams as if I +had never forsaken them!" +</p> + +<p> +She rose while she was yet speaking, and, quite contrary +to her wont, paced up and down the room. Suddenly +she stood still, surprised at the sound she heard. Diana +was laughing! It was a quiet, short, two-syllabled ripple of +laughter, and was repeated a second, then a third time. +Olivia wanted to scold. Then, taking heart, for the little +metallic music gave her back her courage, she stepped up +to Diana and said: +</p> + +<p> +"You are laughing, O most wise Diana, and that does +not become a youthful huntress!" +</p> + +<p> +She stood before Diana, leaning forward, her two hands +on the arm of the chair, her face very near that of the +seated woman. Diana looked up, unperturbed; nor did +she try to still the laughter that was still lighting her +countenance. +</p> + +<p> +"You have at last spoken as I have so long been hoping +to hear you speak, my beautiful Olivia." And as the words +fell from her lips she was thinking: I should like to kiss +her now; but then she'd be furious or she'd withdraw into +her shell. +</p> + +<p> +Slowly Olivia raised her head with its heavy crown of +golden hair, and, as she stood before her guest, she said +irrelevantly: +</p> + +<p> +"I believe I want to have more children." +</p> + +<p> +"I've been thinking the same thing ever since I met you +again." +</p> + +<p> +Olivia had opened her heart to Diana with unwonted +candour. She, like Diana, was not a woman who could make +friends with other members of her sex. And yet, today, she +had confided in another woman! Diana's tranquil statement +made Olivia feel that here was a person of superior +strength, and, forgetting her own preoccupations for a +moment, she asked: +</p> + +<p> +"And what about yourself—do you still hesitate?" +</p> + +<p> +Behind the question, Diana sensed a growing distrust, +and she said to herself: "It's just as well I did not kiss her +just now!" Still, she did not shirk an answer: +</p> + +<p> +"I have never gone against nature, and I have always +felt that those above, who guard me and protect me, will +not deal harshly with me." +</p> + +<p> +"Do you believe in the saints?" asked Olivia, somewhat +awed, and coming a step nearer. +</p> + +<p> +"In the gods," corrected Diana softly. +</p> + +<p> +"Is this Russian a believer?" asked Olivia, once more +without transition. +</p> + +<p> +"I fancy he loves no one but himself." +</p> + +<p> +"No one but himself," echoed Olivia, and Diana felt +instinctively that the countess was comparing him with +her own self, and was applying the words to herself. +</p> + +<p> +"And the prince?" +</p> + +<p> +Olivia seemed to be questioning the oracle. +</p> + +<p> +"The prince appears to be a believer, after his fashion. +Perhaps he is the first knight who is not at the same time +a robber!" +</p> + +<p> +Olivia's mind, awakened to fresh issues, because for the +first time in her life she had spoken her thoughts out +frankly, did not take in Diana's last words. Again she spoke +irrelevantly. +</p> + +<p> +"All these men are more or less in love with you! +And yet you can cruise about alone with them on a ship. +If I did not know what you had done with Gregor, I'd +fancy you were as cold as the sea." +</p> + +<p> +Diana got up. +</p> + +<p> +"Let us clearly understand one another," said she resolutely. +"Not one of these men is of so much account to me +that, if the 'Excelsior' sailed tomorrow, he might not stay +behind in this castle for all I cared." +</p> + +<p> +The unusual bluntness with which she spoke was deliberate +for she wished to adapt herself to Olivia's unsocial +prejudices. But Olivia, whose heart had beat tumultuously +since first she had thrust aside the veils of her inner +sanctuary that morning, again did the unexpected, for she +seized Diana's hand, saying: +</p> + +<p> +"There is but one person to my knowledge who should +not sail away in the 'Excelsior' tomorrow. Give me your +promise! Clemens, too, is uneasy at the thought that you +and Wilhelm may go away." +</p> + +<p> +"Clemens will forget me in this affection for Wilhelm; +and you will do the same in your love for Clemens. He +is handsome and chivalrous, and in a short while will +become your admirer!" +</p> + +<p> +Olivia turned her face away. +</p> + +<p> +"He'll learn about love from a serving-wench in a year +or two!" +</p> + +<p> +There was a knock at the door, and, when Olivia petulantly +cried "Come in," Eduard appeared upon the threshold. +</p> + +<p> +"That sounded more like 'Go away,' as in the <i>Magic +Flute</i>! This dim religious light is also quite in keeping." +</p> + +<p> +"Come in, Prince, come in," cried Olivia, still impatiently. +</p> + +<p> +"Yes, do come in," added Diana. "The countess was +just deploring the fact that Clemens before long will learn +about love from a serving-wench." +</p> + +<p> +"What is a dutiful son to do, seeing that in the castles of +the mighty the only females he meets with are young +women of noble birth (who are taboo so far as illicit +experience is concerned), and serving-wenches?" +</p> + +<p> +"It's all a matter of nerves, Prince. So far as my own +feelings are concerned I should prefer, in this case, that it +should be a girl of noble birth!" +</p> + +<p> +"But suppose he should promise you," said Eduard teasingly, +"to lead her to the altar, the more or less, let it be +less, pure serving-wench: you would have to embrace this +peasant as a daughter, Countess." +</p> + +<p> +"I am not your Russian friend, Prince Eduard," retorted +Olivia coldly. +</p> + +<p> +"Of course a confirmed bachelor has no right to discuss +such matters as the upbringing of children," Eduard +continued. "Just as if the mere fact of becoming a father +instantly conferred the necessary knowledge! Should I, +nevertheless, venture to express an opinion before you +ladies I should say: I, as the mother of a handsome boy, +would, as soon as he was seventeen, or, for greater security, +when he was sixteen years of age, request the handsomest +among my women friends to initiate the youngster +into the mysteries of Venus." +</p> + +<p> +Olivia turned towards him with animation: +</p> + +<p> +"How often have I not had the same idea. But our social +institutions sap a woman's strength of mind, so that she +cannot venture on such a course—though she may often +have dreamed she had the courage as she sat alone in the +gloaming." +</p> + +<p> +She glanced over to where Diana stood in her short linen +dress, which shimmered white in the shadowy room. The +prince, too, under shelter of the darkness, shot a meaning +look at Diana, implying that she alone had been in his +thoughts as he spoke, and that he, Prince Eduard, was +the lad of sixteen under the alias of Clemens, Count of +Münsterberg. Diana well understood the meaning which +underlay his words, and, facing the eyes of those who, with +silent eloquence, obviously looked upon her as a predestined +victim chosen as a sacrifice upon the altar of beauty, +she felt that they were trying to rivet chains upon her, to +force a line of action upon her, instead of leaving her to +follow the magnetic promptings of her own nature. +</p> + +<p> +As if in answer to these challenging eyes, she suddenly +turned about towards the window near which she was +standing, and, with an impetuous gesture, flung the +shutters wide. A cataract of light came flooding into the room. +Olivia turned away her eyes; Eduard stood there, blinking +his, as if frightened. +</p> + +<p> +"High tide," cried Diana. "The wind is blowing fresh +from the nor'east, and there's a heavy swell. It's not so +very hot yet. Come, Olivia! You promised you'd come +along for a bathe!" +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p> +An hour later, Wilhelm's little group joined company +with Scherer and Kyril, who had been spending the early +hours of the forenoon aboard. They all made for the +sheltered cove at the foot of the cliff whereon the castle was +perched. The party as it assembled for the morning dip +was not so much at its ease as the candour of some of +its members and the education of the others might have +led one to suppose. Olivia and Maria, in their rather full +bathing costumes, looked more mundane than the former +wished or the latter suspected herself to appear. The men +were used to the water and were all of them swimmers. +Wilhelm, to whom sea bathing was a new experience, +hesitated at the edge of the waves; from time to time he +would assume the most comical postures as he hunted for +crabs or starfish in the shallow pools; he would exclaim +with delight at his finds, so absorbed in his discoveries +that even Maria slipped from his mind, and he became +wholly unconscious of the presence of women. The prince's +ironical habit of mind led him to make mischievous +comments anent the other men's figures to Olivia as she lay +basking in the sun while her niece cuddled down at her +side rather bashfully. Scherer was his usual courteous self, +holding himself gallantly, but not failing to appreciate the +contrast between the voluptuous curves of Olivia's form +and the slender grace of the maiden at her side—though +Maria's figure proved to be more developed than he had +supposed, and better in keeping with her full young lips. +But his gaze did not linger; he soon betook himself to the +task in hand, striking out through the water with virile +energy. +</p> + +<p> +Diana, Kyril, and Clemens simultaneously disappeared +beneath the waves, and simultaneously their heads bobbed +up again, greatly to the surprise of all three of them, for +they had not seen one another enter the water. Indeed, +Diana, in her closely fitting dress had sped so swiftly down +the shore that hardly any had caught a glimpse of her as +she flashed by. All three appeared for the first time to be +in their appropriate element. Eduard, who was not a +practiced swimmer, and who, moreover, was more amused by +the erotic play of word and look afforded him on the shore, +gave up trying to emulate the trio almost before he had +begun. Scherer soon followed suit, and Wilhelm's world +for the moment consisted entirely of marine fauna. +</p> + +<p> +A sentiment of twofold liberation had invaded Diana's +whole being after the ambiguous words spoken in the +darkened room. The sea appeared to her pure, and free +from all impulsive contamination, a mirror of light, and +she was glad and not a little proud to be able to leave +the mockers behind her on the beach. Clemens dived and +somersaulted, excited to exhibit his prowess by the +proximity of a young and beautiful woman, who watched his +feats with gay, admiring eyes. In boyish merriment he +splashed water at her, invited her to dance, kicked up his +heels, spluttered, and cried out jubilantly amid the foam. +At last his antics nearly deprived him of voice, so that +his joyous screams became fainter. +</p> + +<p> +In Kyril, Diana was surprised to find the perfect swimmer. +For the third time she was to witness this man doing +something in which he excelled; and for many seconds her +thoughts went back to the evening when he played the +'cello with so masterly a cunning. Although her alert +intelligence loved to pit itself against the intelligence of +men, and gained by the rivalry, it was the physical quality +of the male, that which was perceptible by the senses, +which stirred her blood; and for this reason she was apt +to decide her attitude towards a man before ever he had +opened his lips to speak. To withstand the strength of +the waves as they flooded towards the land, impelled +forward by the breeze from the north-east, to know when to +yield and when to push through them; now to be carried +on the crest of a billow without striking a stroke, and to +let one's body be drawn into the furrow of the wave; +without a word, to shoot through the next when it threatens +to break over one's head; now to lie on one's back, +propelling oneself forward with the legs alone; now again +diving through the mighty swells, resisting their weight, +judging their dimensions, so as not to emerge prematurely—how +well Diana knew the art! Her admiration for the +Russian's mastery was far greater than the man himself +would have tolerated had he guessed that it existed. +</p> + +<p> +And yet, with the instinct of a man aware of his own +prowess, Kyril had felt beforehand that while bathing he +would show to advantage in the eyes of this extravagant, +luxury-loving creature, and thus win the admiration which +she seemed to withhold from his intellectual gifts. It was +for this reason that he had once before, when they visited +Leucas, proposed a bathe. On that occasion the elements +had made it impossible to carry out, for the wind seemed +likely to drop at any moment, and they wished to profit +by every instant it lasted in order to sail among the Ionian +islands. In so far as he was aware that under present +circumstances he was pleasing to Diana, his own regard for +her increased; for, ever since he had first clapped eyes on +her, the evening when she had posed as Atalanta, and +then again when he had seen her playing the fine lady in +Scherer's drawing-room, he had been puzzled to know what +to make of her. The instinctive urge of his being towards +her beauty, though veiled by his revolt against her whole +personality, had never been quenched; and now, for the first +time, in this particular hour, his fanatical mind was able +to grasp the reason for her beauty: only now, when he +saw this body, constrained on board to a quietude he +had little appreciation of, bestirring itself in movements +fraught with meaning and purpose, did he realize the aim +towards which it had been moulded. And, as the realization +burst upon him, his instincts and thoughts, his theories +and the imperious call of his manhood, surged over her +lithe, bronzed limbs in an irresistible flood. +</p> + +<p> +He swam out to sea, almost unaware of what he was +doing, defying the surges, ever farther from the shore, as if +enticing her to follow. Clemens, his young arms tired by +his exertions, could swim no farther. He called to her to +stop; but the lady he had been squiring through the +watery element, gave the boy the go-by, and followed the +man whose rhythmic progress allured her. Those left +behind on the shore were anxious, but their cries of warning +merely served to stimulate the rivalry and ambition of the +two water sprites. Eduard's uneasiness was of a double +kind; how he reproached himself at this moment for not +having spent more of his life at the seaside! He strained +his eyes to the utmost, shading them with his left hand, +filled with mortification and a growing jealousy, vainly +endeavouring to calculate the distance between the two +heads that bobbed in and out of the water. Scherer was +engaged on similar calculations. +</p> + +<p> +Neither could see how Kyril, suddenly disappearing +when Diana was no more than a couple of strokes away, +swam beneath her, his eyes open in the water; how his +strong arm clasped her body as she floated inert on the +surface, how he rose and drew her tightly towards him in +a mighty embrace, and continued swimming with his legs +alone. His teeth flashed, the pressure of his arm became +more intimate, his eyes glowed ardently, his hand sought +and held her left breast, and Diana, after her first cry of +alarm, abandoned herself to the sea and to the man, her +curls tossed by the wind and sprayed by the waves. +Motionless, she waited for him to release her from his bold +embrace. Then he turned his face shoreward, relaxed his +hold, and the two, side by side, swam slowly and silently +towards land. +</p> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<p><a id="chap0603"></a></p> + +<h3> +CHAPTER THREE +</h3> + +<p> +The sea pulsed darkly +around the rocks, but the starry sky looked down upon the +smothered roar with a sweet, dreamlike serenity, as if it +would banish such wildness so long as night was queen, +and until, day returning with its ardent advances, the +combat of light and waters would be resumed. +</p> + +<p> +In this mood Diana reacted to the sounds and the +shimmering loveliness of the evening. +</p> + +<p> +On the lowest of the terraces, open to the sky, high above +the rocks, Olivia and her guests sat after dinner, +listening to Scherer as he played. The grand piano had been +brought out—the men lugging it there themselves, following +a sudden inspiration—and, as the strains of Beethoven's +last sonatas rose towards the dome above, accompanied by +the ceaseless roar of the tide below, its melodies captured +and re-echoed from cliff to cliff, while the stars scintillated +overhead, there arose out of the turmoil of sound visions +of primitive man's original defiance of the gods, the theft +of fire from heaven, the overthrow of the Son of Chronos—and +the hearers silently surrendered to the passionate +impressions the music aroused. Scherer's characteristic +reserve was forgotten, his formal dinner suit was swallowed +up in the shadows of the night; he had become a magician +clad in the black raiment of his office, sitting in front of +a black sonorous dragon whose giant sides seemed open +to the sea as the creature, wounded and near its end, +groaned and sent its savage shrieks to the encounter with +the elements, its white teeth gleaming through the darkness +and gnashing furiously at the hands that tortured. For +an hour Scherer shook off all his reserves. No longer +restrained by the artificial lighting and the cramped +conventionality of a drawing-room, he gave free rein to hands +and arms as his fingers grappled with the keys, and as +the minutes passed his thoughts wandered farther and +farther away from the music he was discoursing. +Mechanically, by force of habit, he played the vast phrases +of the composer, his heart beating high, his dispassionate +lips slightly apart as if to allow the warm night air to pass +freely within. Faces drifted by, faces of women reclining, +as he had seen Olivia that morning on the shore, and yet +not in her likeness.... He bungled a passage in the left +hand, and, thrusting both the faces and the benumbed +apathy of his feelings behind him, he concentrated all his +faculties on the music, rousing himself to the final +onslaught on the dragon before him. +</p> + +<p> +As if each were on an island apart, separated by waters +which the eye and the ear could no longer span, the friends +sat on the semicircular terrace and were lost to each other's +view in the darkness. Wilhelm's thoughts wandered from +the young girl in whose company he had spent most of +these two days, to the image of a certain Duchessa d'Aosta +whom he had met in one of the big hotels at Rome and +who seemed to him to personify worldly brilliance, in spite +of the fact that her hair was grey and that her daughter, a +young girl still, was at her side. Maria reminded him of +this girl.... Kyril, while the presto and the subsequent +maestoso were being played, had seen himself addressing +a huge crowd from a roof on which he stood, and then +being escorted into the private rooms of the tsar on the +shoulders of his brethren, and with his own hands +stripping the royal purple and the crown from the monarch; +the crowd suddenly disappeared, and now he saw a naked +woman standing before a curtain, proud, silent, like Diana +in limb, but with long hair like that of a Frenchwoman +he had known, whose tresses he had loved to shake loose +on the pillow every night. At the outset, Eduard found his +mind straying through the halls of his ancestral home, +impelled thither by the syncopated measure of the first phrases; +he carried a three-branched candlestick in hand, as if he +were looking for his relatives, but he was unsuccessful in +his search; then, when the adagio with its slow, twofold +beat began, he found himself in a garden where he had +never been before, Diana in her short summer frock walking +by his side, her eyes on the distant prospect, lightly +touching the waving grasses with the tips of the fingers +of her left hand; and he meditated upon the recent cruise, +and upon the unending kisses and dreamlike nights he had +in fancy spent with her in her cabin and on deck; and he +asked himself how it had all originated, and marvelled that +it should find a solution in melodious melancholy. +</p> + +<p> +The men did not try to catch a glimpse of the two +women, whose chairs were separated by the whole width +of the terrace. Olivia's white neck in its setting of black +velvet gleamed softly in the darkness, as her ample form +lay draped in the plentiful folds of her gown. She lolled +back in the capacious chair, her arms hanging limply, her +long silver chain rippling down over her bosom, like two +sister streams meandering in listless curves, from the +fountainhead beneath the golden chignon at the nape of Olivia's +neck, downward, until they were lost in the lap of love. +With eyes closed, she felt the trickle of the metal over +her milky skin, and she hardly knew whether the sensation +was caused by the links in the chain or by the vigorous +touch of a man—some man unknown. +</p> + +<p> +Diana had stepped up to the railing that she might escape +from the shadow the huge walls of the castle threw +across the terrace, and that, by putting a wider space +between herself and her human companions, she might be +nearer the stars. A slender figure in her white silk dress, +she stood gazing at the tranquil sky, away from the +turbulent sea; and, thus silhouetted against the night, she +might well have been likened to the sweep of a bow drawn +across the strings of a violin. Yet her fingers and her +countenance, hidden from all men's sight, were as stormily +agitated as was her heart. The pale frock she wore, one +for which Eduard had a special fondness, had been selected +by her in defiance of her own mood. Do what she might +to efface the remembrance of that mighty embrace, she +still felt the great hand of the Russian peasants' son +clasping her left breast. She had been seized upon, but not +subdued: this was the thought that gyrated in her head since +that noontide swim, and which, for the first time since +she had known him, made her feel she must concede +him at least a particle of supremacy; since she acknowledged +to herself that she had offered but little resistance, +nay even that she would have been prepared to tolerate +whatever he had demanded of her. +</p> + +<p> +Was it in this very sea? And was that why she could +no longer venture to contemplate the inrolling surges? +Was it the sea, that solitary refuge of the restless ones, +which had grappled with her? Had the sea yet other sons +who might cross her path, might dive beneath her, and +clasp her? She furiously thrust aside the thought of any +more intimate relationship with a man who was so alien +to her whole nature, towards whom by words and looks +she had displayed a challenging hostility she had not felt +towards any other man this many a year. So passionately +cold was her mood, so greatly was her inner harmony +disturbed, that when the tender melody of the slow +movement was wafted towards her and threatened to melt her, +she rebelled, and sought to arm herself in hardness. +Urgently, she gazed up at the stars; in vain! It seemed to her +that tonight she did not belong to their community any +more, so dumb did they remain to her need. +</p> + +<p> +Then the world of sounds rose on the airy rhythm of a +scherzo, breaking the spell that held her; and all at once +the vital fires were rekindled within her, they flamed and +flickered and ducked and danced, gripping and nipping +the stagnant blood; her fingers loosened their hold upon +the railing, she stepped away from the breastwork, her +eyes regained their serenity, and, as at this moment the +tenuous film of clouds parted, revealing the trusty +guardians of Diana's skies, she felt they were sending her a +message of friendly greeting: for now she found in the +firmament that for which she had been seeking, and the +breath came easily from her lungs; she smiled, the horror +that had flooded her was ebbing with the tide below, and +she forgot, in the joy of release, that as with the tide, such +an ebb could not be lasting. +</p> + +<p> +Scherer rose after playing the final chords of a short +presto, and this was the signal for them all to rise as +if they wished to release themselves from the embrace that +had held them. Diana, now, was the lightest-hearted of +the party; and she, who usually was the last to arouse +herself from the spell of music, tonight took the initiative +in breaking the silence. +</p> + +<p> +"You have conjured away the last clouds with your +playing, and the protective deities are once more to be +seen, while Saturn himself shines above your head. It was +not until the scherzo, that part where longing broke through +the theme, that the gods vouchsafed to show themselves, +for longing is alien to their nature, and only the sea must +for ever will and desire." +</p> + +<p> +She did not glance aside as she spoke, but kept her eyes +on the man she was thanking, and it was not until she had +actually uttered the words that she realized to whom they +had really been addressed. Olivia alone of the company +had remained seated and motionless; now her tragic alto, +reached them from afar: +</p> + +<p> +"Why should the gods be antagonistic to human yearning, +Diana? Their very existence depends on it!" +</p> + +<p> +"No, no, Olivia," protested Diana, coming nearer to the +group of men. "We only invented such an idea. They can +have nothing to do with such things." +</p> + +<p> +"She is right," said Scherer stepping up to the countess. +"Beethoven seems for ever to be in combat with the +powers above; either he threatens them, or else he laments." +</p> + +<p> +"And that is why he is the most genuine of suffering +mankind," came in Kyril's deep voice from the breastwork. +</p> + +<p> +"Suffering?" Diana sought in vain to quell the pride her +tone masked. "Present day," she added coldly. +</p> + +<p> +"We hope that the men of tomorrow will not need him +any more," said the Russian. +</p> + +<p> +"Ah, whither are Mozart's blue shades vanished? For +a moment in the scherzo he seemed near...." began +Diana softly. +</p> + +<p> +"Mozart? Fulfilment, happiness," broke in Scherer's +voice. "You can't play that sort of thing in the +neighbourhood of the sea." +</p> + +<p> +"Such are for proud natures alone," murmured Diana. +"The others need desires and lamentation—otherwise they +freeze!" +</p> + +<p> +"I don't care for Mozart," said Olivia rising. "He's too +frivolous, too candid, too nimble for me. It invariably +makes me think of a ballet—and that is detestable!" +</p> + +<p> +"Not always," said Eduard, who had silently rejoined +Kyril, and now addressed himself mainly to the Russian. +"Your imperial ballet, for instance, is the best thing your +country has to offer—in addition to furs and Catherine +and Dostoeffsky." +</p> + +<p> +"You desecrate a great name, Your Highness," answered +the Russian. +</p> + +<p> +"Do you indeed set so much store on the empress? Well, +she certainly was a fine figure of a ruler," mocked the +prince. +</p> + +<p> +"At least she was better than many a tsar and many +a German emperor!" +</p> + +<p> +"Everything for the people!" said Eduard gravely. "And +if blood should drip from her alcove, what concern is that +of history?" +</p> + +<p> +"Everything through the people," corrected the Russian. +"That is the future!" +</p> + +<p> +"You demand too much. If Satan had saddled me with +the rank of first-born, I should merely have been able to +ask myself: 'How would it be if you made this attempt?' I +really could not do more." +</p> + +<p> +"A good start," said Kyril, looking keenly at the prince. +"But nothing more. Anyway it is too late for such attempts!" +</p> + +<p> +"We've just been hearing music, and here you are already +talking business," complained Wilhelm who had been +standing silently beside the two men. +</p> + +<p> +"Good for Wilhelm," cried Diana laughing. "And here +champagne has been handed round, and you two have +been holding your glasses these many minutes without +realizing what they contained, so absorbed were you in your +democratic antitheses!" She emptied her glass at one +draught and held it out to be refilled, her pulses +quickening under the stimulus. Eduard went up to her, +saying: +</p> + +<p> +"On the contrary! I've been enjoying the bouquet +beforehand, and, while talking, have taken in the brand. +Riddle: to distinguish Clicquot from Mumm without +tasting. Solution: subtle difference in the aroma and in the +tempo of the effervescence." +</p> + +<p> +"The tempo of the effervescence," cried Diana. "I like +that!" +</p> + +<p> +"Labour lost," thought Kyril, turning away. +</p> + +<p> +"I have one wish at the moment," continued Diana. "May +I say what it is?" +</p> + +<p> +"To dance?" It was Scherer who spoke. +</p> + +<p> +"To dance!" +</p> + +<p> +"I'll fetch my lute," said Wilhelm, relieved at the turn +matters were taking, as he ran to fetch the instrument. +</p> + +<p> +Olivia smiled. She suddenly felt older, felt as if Diana +were her daughter. "Such a rapid change of mood," she +thought. "Even at eighteen I could not have reacted thus +speedily.—Or, could I, after all?" +</p> + +<p> +Piano and chairs were pushed back against the walls to +make room for the dance; Wilhelm had taken a seat on the +steps leading into the room, legs crossed as was his custom. +The ribbons he was so proud of floated from the scroll +of the lute as gracefully and lightly as the waltz he now +began to play. While he played, he sang, as the fancy took +him, sometimes in German, at others in Italian, or merely +"la la la," tapping the time softly with his toe, as if to +provide a bass. Scherer invited Olivia to dance; but she +would not let herself be persuaded. The prince, too, she +refused. +</p> + +<p> +"And what about you, Doctor?" asked Eduard as he +passed by the Russian. +</p> + +<p> +"I don't dance," answered Kyril. +</p> + +<p> +Eduard was pleased. He fancied himself as a dancer. +Nevertheless, groping in his mind for every kind of +possibility which could bind this man to Diana or separate +him from her, the prince asked further: +</p> + +<p> +"Too frivolous an undertaking for the millennium you +hope to start?" +</p> + +<p> +"No one has taught me, Your Highness." +</p> + +<p> +The words came sullenly, and Eduard became aware that +for the first time the revolutionist was showing his teeth +to the prince—that though Kyril professed to regard +hereditary rulers with contempt and mockery, his essential +feeling towards them was one of hatred. +</p> + +<p> +Diana danced with Eduard. After a very few steps she +recognized in the prince the accomplished dancer, and +he the same in her. Then as if by prearrangement, he +passed her to Scherer. The latter, too, danced well, though +with overmuch care and precision, and it seemed to Diana +that, just as in ordinary life he was exaggeratedly reserved, +so in the dance he was too aloof, holding his partner so far +from him that the rhythm and equilibrium of their +movements were disturbed. +</p> + +<p> +She hardly paused as she changed partners again, merely +swallowing a glass of champagne in passing from Scherer's +arm to the prince's. And when Wilhelm made as if to +pause in his playing, she imperiously commanded him not +to stop. +</p> + +<p> +The sedate round with Scherer, the wine, and, in especial +Eduard's perfect leading, which was elastic and yet sure, +all contributed to make Diana feel lighter than ever, and +it was as one in a dream that she passed from the vestibule +of society into the temple. She gave herself up wholly to +the dance, and he, who at long last held her in his arms, +did so with her free consent. For Kyril, the pair of them +were simultaneously contemptible and attractive. Set as +he was on influencing the prince, he was loath to see the +adventuress (who had made so poor a use of her great +gifts) in such intimate communion with Eduard; and he +was equally perturbed to see the prince, with the sanction +of the hypocritical canons of upper-class morality, clasping +Diana in his arms openly before all the world. Wrath +kindled within him, as it always did when he was confronted +with the buoyant gaiety of cultured people, and their +reciprocal ease of manner; and soon this couple, dancing so +light-heartedly upon the terrace of an ancient castle, clad +in the conventional black of the male and the fashionable +white of the female, gracefully swaying beneath the starry +skies, useless and frivolous, appeared to him the epitomized +symbol of the world that must be destroyed, the emblem +of the ghosts of yester-year, the enemy. +</p> + +<p> +Scherer, familiar with the turns of fortune in political +life, wondered as he watched this young woman of many +loves, whether some day his turn might not come. Olivia +smiled to herself and held aloof; she could not throw off +the feeling that here disporting itself before her was +carefree youth, to whose kingdom she had ceased to belong; +and yet she was all the more resolved to take limitless +revenge before it was too late. Her eyes sought out the +Russian, drew his gaze away from the dancing pair towards +herself. Kyril came over to where she sat, and stood behind +her, pressing close to her chair. +</p> + +<p> +Eduard and Diana danced. Her knees, her breast, touched +him as she swayed; she felt his arm lightly about her this +night, as that morning the peasant's had rudely seized +her. +</p> + +<p> +"Onward, ever onward," whispered Eduard as they +reached the outermost part of the terrace where the others +could not overhear him. Even now he refrained from +addressing her directly. +</p> + +<p> +"Ever onward," repeated she a little louder, a smile +on her lips. +</p> + +<p> +"And one evening they danced together on the terrace +of a Dalmatian castle," said Eduard, as his breath softly +caressed her shoulder. +</p> + +<p> +"Under the constellation of the Scales," added Diana. +</p> + +<p> +They continued to dance in silence. Eduard slackened his +pace so that two bars were played to one set of steps. He +called to her under his breath: +</p> + +<p> +"Diana!" +</p> + +<p> +A look of supplication in his eyes: a longing that she +should at last address him by name: she hesitated a moment, +then whispered: +</p> + +<p> +"Eduard!" +</p> + +<p> +Hardly had the word escaped her lips than she whirled +him off at double speed, fitting one whole set of steps into +every half bar of the waltz. She wanted to make him breathless, +and succeeded in maddening herself the more; she loved +him twice as much, because he did not lose his head or +his step. +</p> + +<p> +"Diana! Are you listening?" +</p> + +<p> +"I am listening." +</p> + +<p> +"Are you mine?" +</p> + +<p> +"I don't know." +</p> + +<p> +"Will you become mine?" +</p> + +<p> +"I am that already." +</p> + +<p> +"Tell me, whom do you love?" +</p> + +<p> +"Dame Liberty!" +</p> + +<p> +"She's a woman." +</p> + +<p> +"That am I too." +</p> + +<p> +"Do you love the Russian?" +</p> + +<p> +"I hate him." +</p> + +<p> +"He loves you." +</p> + +<p> +As he spoke, a lute-string broke as if plucked by an +unknown power, shadows flitted through the open door, +Wilhelm sprang up, Scherer strode up to where the lad +stood, Olivia in his wake; Kyril remained where he was; +the pair of dancers paused, hand in hand, awaiting the +pleasure of the lute-player. Then Olivia turned to look at +them, they separated, Scherer advanced, an envelope in his +hand. Both the prince and Diana snuffed misfortune in the +air; both sensed it would strike at them. +</p> + +<p> +"A wire for you, Prince," said Olivia. +</p> + +<p> +To Eduard it seemed as if the woman in black, standing +thus by the white-clad woman, were the harbinger of +death. Slowly he asked: +</p> + +<p> +"Who is it knows that I am here?" +</p> + +<p> +He stepped into the room, held the paper under the light, +and read—it was a message from his cousin in Venice: +</p> + +<p> +"Court chamberlain wires me, not knowing where you +are. Terrible accident. Heinrich and Stefan in motor smash +yesterday. Stefan dead. Heinrich seriously injured recovery +problematical. Old prince crushed by blow, keeping his +bed. Your instant return requested. Much grieved having to +send such evil tidings...." +</p> + +<p> +The paper slipped from Eduard's fingers. His first thought +was for his father. "Will he live through this +catastrophe?" Next his mind turned to Heinrich: "Recovery +problematical." His anxiety was not so much centred upon this +almost unknown brother as upon himself. If Heinrich did +not pull through, his own life's course would be completely +altered, his freedom would vanish, he would have to wear +the crown, everything would be finished so far as he was +concerned. +</p> + +<p> +Diana instinctively felt the doom that was hanging over +him, and as he came to the threshold of the door, having +picked up the paper and thrust it into his pocket, she +thought she divined everything: His father is dead! That +would be the most terrible news. +</p> + +<p> +"You are—you have..." began Scherer, coming towards him. +</p> + +<p> +"An accident. My brothers, in a motor smash, one killed +outright, the other in a bad way. I must leave for home +immediately." +</p> + +<p> +One thought sped round the group: He will become the +reigning prince. To Scherer the thought brought satisfaction; +Olivia felt cynical about it; to Wilhelm it seemed +fraught with poesy. Diana and Kyril were deeply moved, +both felt perplexed. Eduard sensed what they were +thinking, but all he said was: +</p> + +<p> +"Does the steamer call here tomorrow, Countess?" +</p> + +<p> +"The Trieste boat? Not till Friday." +</p> + +<p> +"Three days. Too long to wait!" +</p> + +<p> +Scherer went into the drawing-room, called the servant, +and said curtly: +</p> + +<p> +"Send some one down to the 'Excelsior.' She's still under +steam. They're to make her ready for an immediate start. +We can weigh anchor in an hour." +</p> + +<p> +"Oh but, can I really...? What about the others? ... Thank +you, my dear Scherer!" +</p> + +<p> +The party broke up without more ado. +</p> + +<p> +"And I shan't be able to say good-bye to Clemens after +all," said Wilhelm. +</p> + +<p> +"Stay with us, then," urged Olivia. +</p> + +<p> +"May I really stay?" +</p> + +<p> +"We'll be simply delighted to have you." +</p> + +<p> +Kyril bowed stiffly as he bade the countess farewell. They +seemed to have been betrayed by fate. +</p> + +<p> +Eduard sought out Diana with his eyes. She drew near +the group round the doorway as he passed through it. +Silently she followed his gaze as he looked downward +towards the harbour where the vessel lay. +</p> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<p><a id="chap0604"></a></p> + +<h3> +CHAPTER FOUR +</h3> + +<p> +Soon after midnight the +yacht got under way, and, while the prince went astern, +hardly conscious whither he was going, Scherer retired +to the captain's cabin to look over the ship's papers. But his +thoughts wandered. He was wondering whether, in the +eventuality of Prince Eduard assuming the crown, the +young sovereign would still seek his counsel. Again in +imagination the financier saw himself and the prince in the +early days of their acquaintance, pacing to and fro in the +library, talking of all and sundry, from Rousseau to +Emerson, and from Marx to Plato. Again he saw the dignified +modesty of the young fellow's inquiring eyes, and +marvelled at the contrast between this intimate of his and the +man the world spoke of as the "tall cynical prince"; and +Scherer was pleased at the thought that these talks, which +were, rather, monologues delivered by a middle-aged and +experienced warrior to his junior, might serve, in the end, +to guide a reigning monarch into the paths of democracy. +</p> + +<p> +Born in the ranks of the middle class and resolved never +to accept a title which would raise him out of the +commonalty, Scherer, jealous of his independence, shunned a +life in the arena of practical politics, feeling that his mission +was, rather, to spread his philanthropical ideas by personal +influence. For he had learned from the experiences of +business life, as he had from reading historical memoirs, how +decisive was the value of such influence; he knew how +the whole trend of some political issue might depend on a +chance meeting, a chance conversation; and he smiled when +he remembered that even in his own newspapers such +developments were ascribed to parliamentary pressure or to the +"spirit of the time." For an hour, now, he had been +weighing the possibility that his ideas might find in this +modern-minded prince an instrument for their realization; he had, +as it were, a vision of an initial experiment on German +soil.... The only thing he did not feel certain about was +whether he had done wisely to allow his love of music to +induce him to bring the prince and the Russian together +that evening in March when they had made up a quartette +party; he wondered how far Kyril had been able to influence +the prince; he himself, as a man of bourgeois birth, must +necessarily be in conflict with a man of the Russian's views; +yet Kyril and the prince had had long talks together since +they had joined the yacht.... +</p> + +<p> +Kyril did not care to take his customary place at the +stern this evening; he no longer felt fascinated by the +wake the ship left behind in the water; another than he, +one who tonight had to hold the balance between past and +future, had a better right to such contemplation. +</p> + +<p> +The Russian sat huddled upon a coil of rope in the bows +looking out towards the path the vessel would be taking. +He gazed into the future, while he mused: "Will this man, +too, play the traitor to himself as they all do when they +mount the throne? I can see him as he sits over there lost +in reverie. What's he thinking about? Probably he's merely +worrying as to whether there should be six black horses or +eight! Ah, je m'en fiche! ... Or, can I still do something +with him? Everything for the people! Yes, he spoke quite +seriously; that would be one step gained at least. If only I +could keep an eye on him, if only I could have a finger in +that pie.... I'd have to get the comrades to +understand—white-livered curs!—just what such 'compromises' +signify.... A tree grows up from a tiny seed, and should even an +insignificant little country be impregnated with our ideas; +... but at first its people would want their prince at the +head of things. He's no worse a man than any of us, and, +reflected in the mirror of the centuries... What harm +can there be in making a German essay before starting on +the great Russian work?..." +</p> + +<p> +He pondered the thought deeply; he kept his mind pure +of personal ambition, of will to personal power; under +the lash of his fanatical and passionate meditations he even +kept his jealousy and the call of his blood to heel. It was +foreign to this Russian's nature to see himself clearly, as he +really was; to distinguish will-to-power from an unselfish +desire to improve the lot of the people, as the woodman +distinguishes green from green in the forest. He did not +consciously wish to approve in himself, and to range in the +complicated calculus of motives, impulses which would in +the end be made the foundation of bargains; to give free +rein to the urges of his strangely mingled nature, under the +plea that thereby he was promoting the cause of freedom. +And yet, when his instincts called, he was prone to sacrifice +his mission, since he was not really inclined, in his +inner-most heart, for self-immolation. At the ecstatic hour of +martyrdom, he would be a fanatic willing to put his head +in the noose; but it would never occur to this peasant's son +that, for the sake of his mission, he ought to forgo everyday +joys, the delights of youth, the embraces of a woman he +desired. Thus in these nocturnal musings he revolved +unceasingly in an abstract orbit, ignoring his own secret +motive—which was, to remain in close contact with the prince +and the woman whose careers would (he foresaw) be +intertwined. +</p> + +<p> +Eduard sat at the other end of the yacht, alone, as if he +were no longer one of the company. After a while, Scherer +made up his mind to go to bed without disturbing his guest +by wishing him good-night. He urged the Russian to +follow suit. +</p> + +<p> +"Do you mean to finish the cruise according to plan?" +asked Kyril. +</p> + +<p> +"No, I don't expect to do much more than go to Venice. +We had thought to stay aboard another week, but everything +is changed now." +</p> + +<p> +"Hm. Yes, of course. Does the prince treasure his liberty?" +</p> + +<p> +"Aye—and his father," answered Scherer evasively. "The +old man suffers from heart trouble, and will hardly I fear +recover from the shock." +</p> + +<p> +"Then it would be the prince's turn?" +</p> + +<p> +"He hopes his father will recover." +</p> + +<p> +"Wily old fox," thought Kyril. "These German bourgeois +are past masters in the art of evasion!" +</p> + +<p> +"Are you staying up any longer? I'm tired." +</p> + +<p> +"So am I. You played opus in awfully well," continued +Kyril as they descended the companion. "The presto, +perhaps, needs just a drop of machine oil...." +</p> + +<p> +"At last," sighed Eduard who had longed for complete +solitude, so that his harassed nerves might find relief in +movement, though it were no more than pacing up and +down the deck. Yet he could not venture on such a walk so +long as the others were about, lest they should enter into +conversation. Moreover, his ambition spurred him to seek +the bows, a place he grudged the Russian this night; an +irresistible impulse drove him to cut lose from the stern, +which promoted thoughts of past happenings made vivid +and actual by the lurid news from his home. Arrived at the +bows, he stood watching the nose of the yacht cutting its +way through the waters, and the sight gave him a sense of +pleasure. He, such a combination of bitter-sweet irony, had +always been loath to delve into the future; but tonight +when care and movement seemed simultaneously forced on +him, something drew him to the bows.... Was it already +an actuality? Could not Heinrich...? +</p> + +<p> +A light footfall caught his ear. Diana, having discarded +her gay white frock, had changed into a dark one. She +had waited until she heard the two men retire to their +cabins. She felt that Eduard, with whom she had exchanged +no word on the drive down to the harbour, would be +needing her. As Scherer and Kyril passed her cabin, she +opened the door, little caring what the former, and still +less what the latter, might think of her action. Experienced +in all the ruses of love, supple of body as an artist or an +apache, she now took this unconventional step quite frankly, +accosting the two men as they approached, asking +innocently: "Is the prince still on deck?" +</p> + +<p> +"Yes, I fancy he is." +</p> + +<p> +"Then I'll go up and have a talk with him. Good-night!" +</p> + +<p> +As Diana drew near, the prince seized her hand with +unwonted vivacity. +</p> + +<p> +"Stay with me!" His appeal was spoken softly but +vehemently. "Won't you stay?" The question was pregnant +with anxiety. +</p> + +<p> +"Of course I will," she exclaimed cheerfully, giving him +renewed confidence, so that his tone was more courageous +as he asked: "Here, on deck, till morning?" +</p> + +<p> +"Till morning." +</p> + +<p> +"And then, afterwards too?" +</p> + +<p> +"Afterwards too." She smiled evasively. +</p> + +<p> +There was an abrupt change in his manner. He turned +round, and leaned his back against the rail. +</p> + +<p> +"Tomorrow I shall be at home." +</p> + +<p> +"Why do you speak so coldly?" +</p> + +<p> +"I shall refuse the succession." +</p> + +<p> +"What do you mean?" +</p> + +<p> +"Immediately on arriving, tomorrow, I shall hand my +refusal in to the ministry, so that in the case of Heinrich's—or +in the case of my father's—death, there shall be no +discussion...." +</p> + +<p> +She was silent for a while. Then she asked, as if she +honestly wished for information: +</p> + +<p> +"Who will come to the throne in that case?" +</p> + +<p> +"A cousin of a collateral line. Sturdy young fellow, cut +out for the job, as fat Frederick William used to say of his +second son. Besides, it's high time two such tiny countries +should be united under one ruler. It will work out cheaper, +simplify the administration.... It's long been the wish of +the dynasty...." +</p> + +<p> +"A collateral line! But what will your people have to say +to that?" +</p> + +<p> +He moved restlessly to the bows again. +</p> + +<p> +"Our people? Of course they want to keep their +independence. There's been a press campaign going on these +three years, theoretical discussions, possible dying out of +the line.... Princedom! Palace! Royal theatre! State +carriages! Christenings! It's all so old-fashioned, so ridiculous! +I'll withdraw...." +</p> + +<p> +"You'll do nothing of the sort, Prince Eduard!" +</p> + +<p> +He stopped in his pacing. Never had he heard her speak +so coldly. Did her words not sound almost like a command? +There she sat before him in her deck chair, her legs crossed, +her arms spread wide on either side of her along the cordage. +Her eyes were fixed on his, cold and steady. Nose and +chin cocked in the air, clear-cut against the dark sky; lips +compressed; she seemed petrified all of a sudden, so motionless +did she sit; her locks the only live thing about her, as +the wind of the ship's going tossed her curls. +</p> + +<p> +"There sounds the voice of conscience," thought the prince +ruefully. What he said was: "My most gracious lady is +pleased to speak most ungraciously." +</p> + +<p> +She got up and went close to him, so close that her light +skirt blew against his knees as it had when they had danced +together. But how changed was she from those few hours +ago when the air had been laden with music and longing, +and she had looked kindly upon his wooing. Now she was +steel, hard and keen and menacing, as she said with even +greater intensity than before, though she never raised her +voice: "For you cannot give up your country." +</p> + +<p> +"Oh, what does the country matter!" +</p> + +<p> +"Not just for the country's sake." +</p> + +<p> +"For whose then?" +</p> + +<p> +"Fate...." +</p> + +<p> +"A motor car?" +</p> + +<p> +"Death!" +</p> + +<p> +"Well? and..." +</p> + +<p> +"One does not flinch in face of death." +</p> + +<p> +"I've never been frightened of him." +</p> + +<p> +"You fear life: that is easier. I have always lived with +death, and therefore I am mistress of my own life." +</p> + +<p> +They had remained facing one another in the bows of +the ship. Her demeanour was so full of implications, her +speech so metallic, that he was conscience-stricken, and +seemed to hear what from the first had been his own inner +voice speaking through her mouth. He seized her by the +shoulder. +</p> + +<p> +"What do you want, Diana?" +</p> + +<p> +"Your promise that you will not send in your refusal." +</p> + +<p> +"Perhaps Heinrich will recover...." +</p> + +<p> +"Oh, that you should hang so weighty a thing on the +possibility of a 'perhaps'! Promise, tonight, here, beneath +the constellation of the Scales...." +</p> + +<p> +Eduard relaxed his hold on her shoulders. His lips +twitched. Then he said: +</p> + +<p> +"Very well, then. But only in exchange for a reciprocal +promise." +</p> + +<p> +"A promise from me? Oh, but I am no more than an +intercessor—I might as well be a priest!" +</p> + +<p> +"No. It is to you alone that I will promise, and only then +if you will give me..." +</p> + +<p> +"No, no!" +</p> + +<p> +"Please, Diana! You must! You must now!" +</p> + +<p> +He folded her in his arms. All at once her mind was in a +whirl; she felt weak, and tried to get herself in hand; she +laid her chin on his shoulder, looking up at him, whispering: +</p> + +<p> +"I love you; you shall have everything I have to give. Do +you hear, Eduard? Everything!" +</p> + +<p> +"I want more than everything, Diana." +</p> + +<p> +She pulled herself free. So it was this that had made him +hesitate, this that had become clear to her one morning in +the monastery gardens—and it was this that she must guard, +the one thing she must not part with for any consideration. +</p> + +<p> +"You would deprive me of my freedom...." +</p> + +<p> +He bowed his head in silence. She quitted his side, +walked away to the extremity of the bows, came back again, +slowly, heavily. As she reached him, he pressed her gently +down into the deck chair, and, himself leaning against the +rail, he said: "Diana!" +</p> + +<p> +"Eduard...." +</p> + +<p> +"Will you hear what I have to say?" +</p> + +<p> +"Speak...." +</p> + +<p> +"Last night, here, on the 'Excelsior,' I drafted a letter +which was ultimately intended for our little ministry at +home. Herein I explained that I renounced all my claims +to the crown and succession if death should unexpectedly +take either of my brothers before an heir was born. My +reason: I wished to wed a lady of birth and standing, though +not one of royal blood. I was merely awaiting your promise +before posting the letter. Tonight, however, the issue has +taken a threatening turn: tomorrow, I may become heir to +the throne. If you want me to give you the pledge you have +asked for, my condition is that you enter into a morganatic +union with me. No religious ceremony. Only a civil +marriage. Now the choice lies with you." +</p> + +<p> +He had, at the last, spoken quite dispassionately, with +an almost froward emphasis, for he wished to conceal his +inner agitation behind the mask of his habitual irony. But +she took no notice of his decoy. +</p> + +<p> +"You shall have everything," she responded gravely, "but +I must keep my liberty." +</p> + +<p> +He paced the deck in uncontrollable agitation. Then he +came again to where she sat, and said jerkily: +</p> + +<p> +"So you imagine that I am going to tolerate that Diana +de Wassilko shall become the mistress of a petty prince!" +</p> + +<p> +She got to her feet, and, raising her eyebrows, said: "It +pleases Your Highness to revert to the language of courts." +</p> + +<p> +"That's where you would have me be, Mademoiselle." +</p> + +<p> +"But I could not follow you there." +</p> + +<p> +"That's why I shall have to leave Berlin in order to +follow you whither your caprice may take you!" +</p> + +<p> +"I shall be alone if I so desire." +</p> + +<p> +"And I shall be awaiting you in your room when you +return at night." +</p> + +<p> +"At night you will be the slave of your writing-table or +of your reception rooms." +</p> + +<p> +"Diana!" His voice betrayed how forlorn he felt. +</p> + +<p> +"Well?" +</p> + +<p> +"I beg of you..." +</p> + +<p> +"What do you wish me to do?" +</p> + +<p> +He pressed her back in her chair, threw himself at her +feet, clasping her and unclasping her, as he whispered: +</p> + +<p> +"I love you. I have always been alone. I don't want to +hesitate for ever; you might go away. And yet, if I remain +free, you must remain free too, at my side; the ring means +nothing, and I don't wish to bind you. But if... Over +there is a tiny country which I may be called upon to rule. +The humanly possible thing to do (a thing which no prince +has ever succeeded in doing, and one which my father +scarcely tried to do) would be to make some kind of +humanly decent existence possible for two hundred +thousand persons—but I could not do it single-handed. You +once said that fate was like the owner of a slowly gyrating +merry-go-round, bidding us make our choice of the many +horses she offered, but that it was up to us to make our +choice wisely and know without a doubt which one we +would bestride. Do you remember? You said that yourself. +Well, the time has come for us to make our choice. With +all your wisdom, your knowledge, with so much tact, so +much devotion to the work-in-hand (such as I have never +seen in any minister of State), with your heart against my +heart, your hand, so cool and strong, in mine—ah, thus I +could venture the undertaking—if indeed it has to be!" +</p> + +<p> +He bowed his head in her lap: all at once it was as if she +were his mother rather than his beloved. Her hand stroked +his fair, smooth hair; her eyes gazed over the sea.... +</p> + +<p> +Eight bells were sounded. He sprang to his feet, smiling, +dodging behind her as she rose in order to walk on her +right side as they strolled down the deck. They halted at +the chart-room which was empty. Something gleamed from +the interior. They entered. +</p> + +<p> +"Hovering in a metal ring," said Diana as she leaned +forward to study the compass. "To know one direction, +unerringly, magnetically attracted, never to be able to deviate: +only thus can one lead oneself and the others on a life's +journey. Shall I abruptly steer my course north-eastward?" +</p> + +<p> +She turned to him, laying her hand upon his shoulder. +He clasped her to him in a passionate, unending kiss. +</p> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<p><a id="chap0605"></a></p> + +<h3> +CHAPTER FIVE +</h3> + +<p> +On their arrival at Trieste +the expected dispatch was brought aboard. It had been +entrusted to the Austrian authorities, in the hope of insuring +speedier delivery. Thus the port officials were already +acquainted with its tenor. The crown prince was dead. +Eduard was heir apparent. +</p> + +<p> +The party on the "Excelsior" had lunched late. Calmly +awaiting the end of the cruise, they had made the most of +one another's company during the hours that were left to +them. Eduard (as if seeking for a sedative) had reached +for the chess-board and he and Kyril had played while +Diana and Scherer looked on. Kyril had won. The next +game likewise fell to the Russian. Soon after two, when the +town was already in sight, a third game was started. Still +Kyril won. +</p> + +<p> +"You'll have to give me my revenge," cried Eduard, with +unusual excitement. +</p> + +<p> +"We'll play all the way to Vienna if you like!" +</p> + +<p> +"You are taking the same train? Enchanté. Then we'll +carry on the fight, and in the end—by the time we reach +St. Pölten I'm sure—I shall have defeated you." +</p> + +<p> +He bundled the chessmen away, and seized a telescope. +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p> +The tidings, expected as they were, left him cold. He +begged them not to visit the Trieste churches on his account, +nor to dine in a hotel, for his train was not timed to leave +before ten. All four felt that it would be better not to prolong +this painful leave-taking, so they bade farewell, the one +hearty note being the cordial thanks to Scherer for his genial +hospitality. In a few days they would probably meet again +in Berlin, whither Scherer, Diana, and Kyril would be +going, to take up their work once more; and where Eduard +was likewise determined to go in order to hand over the +necessary documents of his office to the competent authority. +As Eduard bent over Diana's hand to kiss it, he looked up at +her beseechingly, but her eyes remained inscrutable. Then +she felt Kyril's peasant hand grip hers, so vehemently that +she was troubled, for she had not witnessed such a mood in +him the last few days. +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p> +"And now at last the firm is all that is left," said Diana +coming through the door into the dining saloon, where but +two places were laid on the flower-bedecked table. "Just as +two years ago on the terrace of your house! Of course the +fact that we are sailing to Venice makes a slight difference, +doesn't it?" +</p> + +<p> +"She is careful not to refer to Athens," thought Scherer, +leading her to the table. +</p> + +<p> +"His gallantry has assumed a lighter tone," Diana was +thinking. "Strangely enough, the companionship of young +people does not make him appear old." +</p> + +<p> +"Souper des adieux, Prince Eduard would say," and Diana +smiled at Scherer's use of the plural, which implied a certain +coquetry on his part. +</p> + +<p> +"Are we then to dine with ghosts?" +</p> + +<p> +"I have never eaten in your company except in the presence +of ghosts!" +</p> + +<p> +"Wilhelm would say: But the salad is really only a take-in! +It looks as if there were mountains of it, and then it +turns out to be nothing but green air." +</p> + +<p> +"Will you take some celery? It's as long as papyrus." +</p> + +<p> +"One could write sonnets on it," said Diana. +</p> + +<p> +She laughed at Franklin's excitable ways, Scherer aped +the big blond Russian; Diana, herself, was not spared in +their merry badinage. Then the various clerks in the office +came in for their raillery, the business had its share, and +finally they drank a toast to competition. It was a joyous +meal after a day over which death had cast its gloom, full of +reminiscence, of quips, of caricature; and when they at +length rose from table they declared it would have been +far better if they two alone had sailed the Mediterranean +and had always drunk Marsala as they had this evening. +</p> + +<p> +"I wonder where those two have got by now," said Diana +in the smoking-saloon on deck. +</p> + +<p> +"They've not started yet! Or did you mean how far they +had got with one another?" +</p> + +<p> +"How can one judge of others from a distance?" Diana +crossed her legs. She held her cigarette at arm's length, +and asked, a challenge in her voice: "Or, what was really +in your mind? What are they thinking of us, eh?" +</p> + +<p> +"That you are delightful," said he, kissing her outstretched +arm. As he did so, his eyes dwelt on the firm muscles of +her upper arm, which shimmered through a filmy sleeve, +and he drank in the sweet aroma of her person, which was +a composite of unscented soap, a thin layer of powder, the +acrid smell of eau de Cologne, clean linen and a fresh, +sound skin tanned by much exposure to the sun, and looking +like burnished metal against the delicate texture of her +gown. +</p> + +<p> +Diana was aware of the sensual appeal she exercised over +this man, whom she had found more chivalrous than he +had ever been in the presence of his guests; now she was +reminded of this anew as he slowly raised his head. She let +her arm fall to her side, and lapsed into a brown study: +"He's thinking that we are alone on board.... Ah, Freedom! +To enjoy all the sport of love, from the man's first +glance at the brooch, right to the fingers which nervously +fumble with the pin; to be free to weave the web of love, or +to break off when one willed, from minute to minute +uncertain of what the next move will be.... To make men +pliable as wax; to make them reveal themselves as they +implore or threaten—so that their tongues are loosened as their +limbs grow tenser, tongues that had been too proud to talk +of plans, too discreet to disclose secrets.... And oneself +to be consumed with desire, to arise from ever renewed +embraces, from ever changing arms, a person refreshed, +purified and rejuvenated, more light-hearted, more audacious, +flying free above the abyss—an abyss which the unfree +contemplate with alarm as a place full of tribulation and +uncertainty, haunted by an unknown destiny, and to be +shunned at all hazards—whereas the free, stretching their +pinions wide, soar joyfully over it in magic spirals.... +Freedom! Not to have to be the hammer doomed to a certain +task...." +</p> + +<p> +She sat very still, her gaze turned inward, lost to the +passage of time. Scherer observed her in silence, thinking +the while: "How turbulent she is within, how peaceful +without! What must she be like when she is ardent? One +should never possess women of her sort; they would then +become simple, would lose their mystery, and Schopenhauer +with his cynical remarks is at bottom right.... But +children ... to lure children out of them ... that alone +would be worth the price of solitude...." +</p> + +<p> +"Is the old prince very far gone?" asked Diana, +unexpectedly breaking the long silence. +</p> + +<p> +"Last Christmas, when I saw him face to face, he had the +bluish tint and the pinched lips of a man in the last stages +of heart disease. Yesterday came the terrible shock of the +accident. Prince Eduard is likely to have a field for his +activities any day now." +</p> + +<p> +"Activities? I think the word suits him. But do you look +upon him as energetic?" +</p> + +<p> +"He hides his capacity for doing great deeds in a mantle +of melancholy. But his ironical faculty is an obstacle to his +troubling himself to perform petty things. The puzzle +to-day is, whether he looks upon the princedom as a great +thing." +</p> + +<p> +"Surely that is no longer the question," said Diana, rising +as if to give freer rein to her thoughts. She drew her cape +around her and paced the deck at Scherer's side. "He has +often spoken of the unlikely eventuality of his being +summoned to his present task, has he not? Don't you think that +his relief at there being so little prospect of it was not wholly +genuine? His repudiation of any desire to succeed to the +throne may really have been the expression of the tragical +conviction that, as things were, he had no reasonable +prospect of ever having any serious work to do in the world." She +stopped in her walk, looked at her companion, reflected +for a moment, then, shaking her head, she resumed her +pacing to and fro, saying: "And I can hardly believe any +such thing. He is more interested in his action upon the +inner life of men than in his action upon exterior things; +he would be glad to know that a few thousand hearts were +the happier through his work. The balance of power in +Europe, courts and parliaments, alliances and intrigues, +colonies and navigation, trouble him little; and were he to +inherit an empire tomorrow, he would be more inclined to +have a thousand peasants' cottages built than one cruiser. +Don't you think I'm right? For he is good at bottom; and +because he was born unfree, as Wilhelm was born free, he +is condemned to make himself appear cynical." +</p> + +<p> +"If only he had some really live person at his side to +act as counsellor! But that old Tauernheim who has been +in office these twenty years trying to introduce communal +welfare work—he's nothing but a mummy." +</p> + +<p> +"What do you think of Kyril Sergievitch?" +</p> + +<p> +Diana was standing in the stern, where Kyril had so +often sat. The sea was calm, a veil of mist lay lightly upon +it, the sky was thinly overcast, the air was warm, and +the wind had almost entirely dropped. +</p> + +<p> +"Kyril, too, is unfree," said Scherer, looking down into +the water. "He has sold his peasanthood for an idea. Only +a perfectly free nature can constrain the prince to action." +</p> + +<p> +And Diana thought: "True; yet he would bind this free +nature of mine.... Why should one always be cabined, +cribbed, and confined as soon as ever one comes in contact +with one's fellows?" +</p> + +<p> +"A penny for your thoughts," broke in Scherer's voice +upon her meditations. His tone struck her as unusual, and +she looked up at him, to find his eyes fixed upon the +shoulder from which her wrap had slipped. She turned towards +him, looking him full in the face, her eyes cold and aloof. +</p> + +<p> +"I'm thinking that all of you build up systems, and it +astonishes me to find that even you seem to consider that +I should be more useful as one of the beams in an edifice +than I can ever be soaring free. Am I right?" +</p> + +<p> +An impulse rose within her to set his mind in a whirl, +to bewilder this man whose constructive imagination was +for ever making ingenious combinations, who wanted to +be the architect of her life and of the lives of his friends. +She would grip him in her pliant clutch and force him to +face the issues which his temperamental circumspection +made him prone to evade. Scherer read her hostility in her +eyes as she awaited his answer; but although his pride rose +against the challenge, his senses were doubly allured by the +woman who for so long had puzzled and perplexed him. +A hazy conviction seemed to tell him that the arrogance +with which she defended her inner freedom could be +overcome by no other force than the power of the conquering +male. As these friends confronted one another, they +rediscovered the fundamental antagonism of their two natures; +impulse took the bit between its teeth, and rushed the +opponents into a proximity which intellect and respect had +at all times avoided. Scherer, as he stood there before her, +elegant and enigmatical, was no longer Diana's friend and +host from the great city; she saw in him now the eternal +enemy, the man sure of himself, the burgher; at the same +time the vision of last night's outburst when Eduard had +wanted to deprive her of her freedom rose to her mind. +What was she to do? She felt her resolution wavering. +Would she for ever be able to withstand the supplication of +so tender a heart as the prince's? Two forces seemed to be +contending for mastery over her: her own impulse to +freedom, which the future seemed to be threatening, and which, +so long as it remained hers, she wished to uphold at all +costs; and Scherer's impulse to order, which would attempt +to make her life fruitful, nay, would construct her life +for her and in spite of her, an impulse she deemed it worth +while to bewilder and lead astray. +</p> + +<p> +After the many thousand words these two had exchanged +in the course of their collaboration, they now, in silence, +became convinced that this hour was to bring a strange and +abrupt turn in their relationship. Scherer realized in Diana's +quick breathing, all that was implied in the challenging +question she had put, and he felt that it was a case of now +or never with him, as it had been in the most decisive +moments of his career; such moments had been rare, it is +true, but the urgency of their claim was unmistakable. Thus +it was that now he risked all. +</p> + +<p> +"You are right." His voice was harsh; he did not touch +her. "Well? Are you willing to make a gift of this thing—of +your freedom, on the last night of our voyage together—Diana?" +</p> + +<p> +The boldness of the look with which he enveloped her, +the unexpected pathos with which he uttered the last word, +the challenge in his eyes, her own feelings of independence +and of relish for the love-game, the memory of his virile +gaze at her feminine charms during this evening, the +disturbing consciousness of their being alone on board; the +realization that his commanding tone of tonight was of a +far more manly quality than had been his demeanour at +Athens the previous year; the feeling that now he was +the master of a graceful, white vessel, and that she was +perhaps an Undine who had swung herself aboard; freedom +combined with fantasy; the warm sea with its flowing +heart; confused memories of scenes remote; and, again, the +energy emanating from the eyes in this clear-cut head +before her—all these vague sensations invaded and perturbed +her as the essential male within him had foreseen. Her eyes +did not repel him, as she slowly turned away, and +preceded him down the companion.... +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p> +"Abominably confined," said Eduard at the same hour, as +he and Kyril were settling themselves into their compartment. +"At this time we'd be stretching our legs on the +deck of the 'Excelsior'; nothing would be rattling, +everything would be working smoothly, bearing us along...." +</p> + +<p> +"After a dream, reality is always noisy. Smooth sailing +is pleasant; noise is instructive," said the Russian +sententiously. +</p> + +<p> +"Schoolroom in an express train! How do you fancy the +remnant upon the 'Excelsior' is passing the evening?" +</p> + +<p> +"She'll be wearing her black dress, because it is the lowest +cut—and Scherer will be making advances!" +</p> + +<p> +Eduard, a pang shooting through him at the words, +merely asked: +</p> + +<p> +"Do you really think our kindly host is in love?" +</p> + +<p> +"She is beautiful. I once saw her pose as a statue at a +public gathering in Berlin; she was something like the +goddess Diana. Weren't you there, too?" +</p> + +<p> +Eduard trembled. +</p> + +<p> +"Unfortunately not," he said. "I've heard that it was most +charming." +</p> + +<p> +"How well he lies; with what effrontery they all lie, these +princes," thought Kyril contemptuously—as though he +himself invariably spoke the truth. +</p> + +<p> +"A thousand men's eyes stared at her," Eduard was +thinking, "a thousand thoughts crept around her and over +her on that occasion.... Well, why not? How shall I +know what covetous desires may flare up in the hearts of +men as we pass together through the public rooms of some +hotel in Palermo or Dresden or Cairo? ... Am I not +taking too much upon myself? ... Shall I be able to bear it?..." +</p> + +<p> +"But he's not going to have her," Kyril broke in upon +Eduard's reverie, speaking like a man who is sure of +possessing a particular woman when the auspicious hour +strikes. +</p> + +<p> +"Russian cur," thought Eduard, as he said: "The young +lady appears to be incorruptible." +</p> + +<p> +The sentence hovered in the air, flitted to and fro between +the two men, like a breath from Diana herself, belonging +first to one and then to the other, and blown backwards and +forwards between them. And while Diana, afloat on the +sea, in the little cabin on the white yacht, flaunting her +liberty, was giving herself to a man she did not love, to a +man determined to solve the riddle of her nature, two men +in a compartment of a night express were dreaming of her, +one imagining he would win her with his tenderness, the +other wishing to master her in a mingled frenzy of hate and +love. +</p> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<p><a id="chap0606"></a></p> + +<h3> +CHAPTER SIX +</h3> + +<p> +Scherer had told Diana +that he hoped to catch the evening train at Venice. With +this end in view he had his ship's papers ready to be +cleared and his trunks packed. But Diana felt that a long +train journey in his company would be rather trying, so, as +an excuse for avoiding it, she expressed a wish to see her +father, and said she would stay a day longer before starting +for Berlin. Sending her luggage to the station, she +dispatched Mary with a couple of light valises to the Palazzo +Tiepoletto to prepare the old man for her coming. A wish +for protection, rarely felt by her, made her unwilling to put +up at a hotel. +</p> + +<p> +The gondolas were waiting at the foot of the gangway, +and everything was ready for their leaving the yacht. Diana +looked round for Scherer, wishing to say good-bye, though +in forty-eight hours she would be seeing him again at +the office. One of the sailors ran off at her bidding, sought +the master this way and that, but could not find him. Diana +concluded that he had withdrawn to his cabin, preferring +to make his farewells in private. She set out, therefore, to +find him. He was alone in the captain's cabin, waiting, +waiting for her. She went in, a neat little figure in her +travelling dress and tightly fitting hat. +</p> + +<p> +"Good-bye! See you again Friday, at nine o'clock, in the +office." +</p> + +<p> +Her voice was as fresh as after a sea-bath. He said +nothing; but his eyes beckoned her to him. She came up to +where he stood. He was breathing heavily, though he tried +to appear calm. +</p> + +<p> +"Diana?" +</p> + +<p> +"Well?" +</p> + +<p> +"You are leaving me. In a very few minutes I shall be +alone. Give me one more friendly word before you leave +the boat." +</p> + +<p> +"The 'Excelsior' has been lovely," she said softly, her +voice changing its tone. "My grateful thanks for the voyage. +I shall never forget it." +</p> + +<p> +The simplicity of her choice of words, the artless way +in which she spoke them, moved him profoundly; his hands +itched to take the beloved head between them; nevertheless +he refrained. +</p> + +<p> +"Shall we—not continue to journey together?" +</p> + +<p> +"There's no more coal! By tonight the boilers will have +become quite cold." +</p> + +<p> +"Diana!" +</p> + +<p> +"Well?" +</p> + +<p> +"Do say something else." +</p> + +<p> +She hesitated a moment, then said softly: +</p> + +<p> +"You have been very good." +</p> + +<p> +He would have taken her in his arms, but she deftly +eluded his grasp. Before he could say a word in response, +he heard the gangway creaking under her light tread. +"Lost," thought he, following the gondola with his eyes as +it retreated. No hand was waved in farewell, and as he +slowly descended the companion to go to his cabin he +muttered: "I should never have accepted her gift. Then, +perhaps, I might have held her.... 'You have been very +good!'..." +</p> + +<p> +He took up his hat and stick, glanced at himself in the +mirror, and stretched himself, manlike. "And yet—it was +well worth while! They all think me so ascetic—because +they take their repasts daily! After last night, I could fast +for five years." +</p> + +<p> +When the gondola had put a certain distance between +her and the yacht, Diana turned round: +</p> + +<p> +"Good-bye, dear ship," she said; but no sign was vouchsafed +her from the deck. "Have you been 'Excelsior' as far +as I am concerned? Have you brought me those who are +destined to be my friends? Two friends I have lost while +I have journeyed on your pleasant deck—because I gave +them too much ... yet the one I love kissed me only +once...." +</p> + +<p> +Her father looked up from his breakfast as she entered +the room. When she beheld his venerable head once more +before her, the tension of the last few days snapped, and +she fell weeping at his knee. Seeing her again so soon, in a +mood so chastened, alone and agitated, the old gentleman +could not but imagine something terrible had happened. +He tried to calm her: +</p> + +<p> +"There, there, Diana my dear. I'll help you all I can. +Things are never so bad as they seem at first. Get up, there's +a dear child." +</p> + +<p> +Did he imagine she had come to him for succour? She +laughed aloud at the thought, jumped up, drew a chair to +his side and sat down, and, while she smoothed her skirt +and flicked the dust from it, she said cheerfully: +</p> + +<p> +"It's nothing. Do forgive me. I'm so happy to be with +you again. Mary is here, too. Can we stay? Just for one +night! Tomorrow I must be off. Father dear, what are you +having for breakfast? Is it good? You are used to something +hot, aren't you? London style. Don't you feel the +draught from the balcony? Oh Father, you are such a dear!" He +stroked her hair gently. "No one ever does that! They +always clasp, and cajole, and hurry, and rampage. I should +like to be with you, quietly, saying sweet things to you." +</p> + +<p> +He was surprised at this unusual flow of words, and +begged her to tell him her news. So they went to the +Piazzetta, into the Palazzo Ducale, where she made straight for +the Tintoretto she loved, asking her father to follow, and +did not stop till they came to the Ariadne. +</p> + +<p> +"No, I'm not like her. Her knees are rounded and so are +her breasts. But the god is a boy. Look, Father, how well +he woos, how tenderly he beseeches her. He does not +command! He has summoned Hymen, that the god may lay +his hand in hers—and he could have coerced her had he +wished! I feel sure he will stroke her hair as soon as they +are alone on that beautiful sailing vessel. This is Eros—not +like—not like those others.... What is Eros like, tell +me, Father?" +</p> + +<p> +Her voice had become exquisitely melodious as she spoke; +the old man felt her to be inspired; and as she turned to +him, her eyes glistening with tears, he said: +</p> + +<p> +"Helena! Your mother was just like this at times, though +not often...." +</p> + +<p> +She slipped her hand through his arm, and drew him +along through the great halls of the palace. +</p> + +<p> +"Father?" +</p> + +<p> +"Diana?" +</p> + +<p> +"Give me your advice; help me," said she, hastily, softly, +almost cheerfully, as they walked slowly up and down. Two +elderly dames passed them by, noses buried in a red-bound book. +</p> + +<p> +"The prince, you remember? Prince Eduard, the man who +talked such nonsense about Lord Byron that day we met +on San Lazzaro—well, he has suddenly become the heir +to the throne. I expect you've read about it in the papers. +I love him; but he is set on my becoming his wife, and I +am not cut out for married life. He is tender, and wise, and +good; but my freedom, as you know, is metallic, hard, and +as shiny as bronze. Over there in the north is a castle, +colder than this one we are in, great halls, far too stiff and +formal for me, people with petty faces and disturbing +hands, and the comedy of 'duties'—— Oh, how could I ever +fit into all that? ..." +</p> + +<p> +Her father listened tranquilly. Then he paused by one of +the windows, withdrawing into its recess, leaning against +the side, and gripping his ivory-handled stick in both his +hands. +</p> + +<p> +"You love him—and yet you will not... Do you love +another as well?" +</p> + +<p> +She looked her astonishment. +</p> + +<p> +"No, no! Not now." +</p> + +<p> +"But you fear that later..." +</p> + +<p> +"I must remain free." +</p> + +<p> +"Do you mean in a general way?..." +</p> + +<p> +"I think I do—yes." +</p> + +<p> +"It seemed to me you were rather taken with the Russian?" +</p> + +<p> +"I hate him!" +</p> + +<p> +"Precisely." +</p> + +<p> +"You can leave him out of the picture." +</p> + +<p> +"And yet, no! We'd better have him on the canvas!" +</p> + +<p> +"Why?" +</p> + +<p> +"Because you hate him." +</p> + +<p> +"What am I to do?" +</p> + +<p> +"Follow your heart." +</p> + +<p> +"That holds none but Eduard's picture." +</p> + +<p> +"Then, be his." +</p> + +<p> +"But he wants me to marry him, wants me to share +in his work, his counsels, his thoughts, as they relate to +the well-being of two hundred thousand people! He'll +venture it on no other condition. Do you understand?" +</p> + +<p> +He was silent again, and she resumed her pacing. After +a while the old gentleman seated himself in a chair near +the window, lighted from the courtyard. Diana confronted +him as if she were in a confessional. He spoke: +</p> + +<p> +"If you refuse him, what do you propose to do next? +Will things remain as they were, as you described them to +me? Will you go on working in Herr Scherer's office, his +confidante, his friend?" +</p> + +<p> +Diana's lips trembled. Then she said, her voice having lost +its melting tones and become harsh: +</p> + +<p> +"No, that will all stop." +</p> + +<p> +"What are you thinking of doing?" +</p> + +<p> +"Oh, I'll find something." +</p> + +<p> +"How will you bear separation from the prince?" +</p> + +<p> +"I love him." +</p> + +<p> +He gazed at her for a moment, then rose, and said quietly +but resolutely: +</p> + +<p> +"Conditions of any sort are of no importance. Your heart +must decide." +</p> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<p><a id="chap0607"></a></p> + +<h3> +CHAPTER SEVEN +</h3> + +<p> +The funeral was over, and +Eduard, ensconced in a corner of the carriage, was on his +way back to the castle. He took off his shako and smoothed +his hair. "Well that's finished! Not so bad after all. I'd +thought the whole mumbo-jumbo was going to be insufferable. +It's not much worse than a military parade. A bit too +much gaped at—like the emperor's birthday celebrations.... +But the driving out in state was horrible.... Old +Oehlke made quite a decent oration; a trifle long, but not +over unctuous. Dealt a little curtly with Stefan, who was, +after all, a man of feeling. I wonder what his widow's going +to do? ... Didn't she really ever have a child? ... +Mathilde seems put out; even her attempt to do a little +public sobbing did not deceive any one. Is this all one married +Heinrich for? None of the joys of love, no children, and +then at forty to be the relict of a prince who never came to +the throne! And they're so poor! If only I had money to +spare I'd dower her for a second marriage.... Papa wishes +at all costs to pull the purse-strings tight. He's right. When +all's said and done, it's the people who have to pay.... +No, I'll not go out of my way to influence him.... +Changes are always so obvious; he'd notice at once.... +Glad I got him to stay at home this appalling weather. +What rain! Last time I saw him ... must have been in +March ... six or seven weeks ago ... we dined in some +place or other on Unter den Linden, and he had an extra +dish of carrots so as to gain the time to talk me over and +bring me to reason. It was touching to witness his ill-success! +He is absolutely incapable of commanding those he loves. +If we were as bombastic as our brethren in Berlin, we'd +nickname him 'The Good'! His eyes are blue.... I +always feel I am having a glimpse of heaven when I look +into them...." +</p> + +<p> +The prince's cortège had reached the central streets of the +little capital, and every window was crowded with the +faces of those eager to see the procession go by. So Eduard +replaced his shako, sat up straight, put on the facial +expression his people might expect from him after the +funeral, bowed to right and to left, studying meanwhile the +countenance of the populace—in so far as that was possible +through his mask of heroic moderation which (with his +characteristic irony) he commended himself for having +assumed. +</p> + +<p> +"Broad heads, square rather than long, stubborn as are +the middle Germans by temperament, their mistrust only +overcome by degrees.... And yet loyal to the core, +because their dynastic instinct is so strong.... Is there no +end to this stately avenue leading to the castle? Ghastly! +Three months' leave every year, otherwise I resign, as +William so politely informed Bismarck.... There stands the +worthy Tauernheim on the steps, ready to receive me! An +end to these musings! To business!" +</p> + +<p> +"His Highness is expecting Your Highness in the blue +study." +</p> + +<p> +"Where is the doctor?" +</p> + +<p> +"He's waiting in the next room." +</p> + +<p> +Eduard entered the hall, and motioned the old doctor +back into the chair from which he had risen. Taking a seat +himself, the prince removed his shako, sighed, and selected +a cigarette. +</p> + +<p> +"Everything went off smoothly—even the rain!" +</p> + +<p> +"I'm sorry my professional duties should have kept me +away from paying His Highness the prince my last +respects...." +</p> + +<p> +"Don't mention it, my dear Doctor! And now—are we +alone? Are the doors shut? Or only closed?" Eduard got up +to try the handles. Then resuming his chair, he continued: +"You are amused? But there's always some Paul or Max or +other, whose tall, black figure appears from nowhere, all +unexpectedly, offering sherry—like Erda in Siegfried! +Well, now that the black fate has fallen on me and nothing +can throw it off, I am going to ask you the question which I +had hoped my two brothers would save me from having +to put." +</p> + +<p> +The doctor looked gravely through spectacles which in no +way dimmed the shrewdness of his eyes, and said in a +matter-of-fact voice: +</p> + +<p> +"I am sorry to say that the prince is rapidly going down +hill. I told the late prince as much last March, and urged +him to make ready. Last Sunday, after the terrible +catastrophe, he had another attack in the night, which was +only relieved by injections of camphor and morphine. +Next morning his urine was loaded with albumin, as always +after excitement. His pulse intermits every sixteenth or +seventeenth beat. He has lost all interest in his work. Then +you must remember that he is seventy-two years of age. +Your Highness must realize that every day he is spared +should be regarded as an unexpected gift." +</p> + +<p> +Eduard got up, threw his cigarette end into the fireplace, +strode over to the window, and lost himself in meditation. +"Have I not read all this before? The crown prince, in +the uniform of a hussar, spurs clinking, returning from a +funeral, cannot bide the time for his father's death.... +God, what would I not give this man if he could save my +father for another decade—nay, merely for another three +years!..." +</p> + +<p> +Eduard turned to the doctor: +</p> + +<p> +"Many thanks. I'll go in to see him." At the door he +halted, and, turning again to the doctor, inquired casually, +as it were: "No excitement, I suppose?" +</p> + +<p> +"I must even urge that even those who have come to pay +formal visits of condolence be not admitted to audience." +</p> + +<p> +Huddled together, wearing a tunic of ancient cut, the old +prince, in the half light of his spacious study, was sitting in +front of the writing-table at which he had done his work +for the last twenty years. He was pleased with his son's +appearance, the dapper uniform becoming the slender figure +well; and he was the more pleased seeing that hitherto he +had never been able to persuade this youngest child of his to +don the military livery unless directly commanded to do so. +</p> + +<p> +"He's much smarter than he'd have us believe," thought +the ageing prince as Eduard bent low to kiss his father's +forehead. +</p> + +<p> +"A fine brow," said Eduard to himself, "so nobly arched +and furrowed...." +</p> + +<p> +"Well," asked his father, "did it all go off decently, and +in order? How did Adalbert behave?" +</p> + +<p> +Eduard gave his report. +</p> + +<p> +"So, he was not the first to be at the vault," murmured +the father. "It would have been a handsome thing to do. +And what about Mathilde?" +</p> + +<p> +"Not a tear." +</p> + +<p> +"Ah! I did not force him into that marriage. Tauernheim +always thought it would have a soothing effect upon... +He may have been right. But I'm against these marriages +of cousins.... It's better to be childless than to breed +idiots.... I imagined that, should Heinrich not feel +inclined ... Stefan would provide the necessary progeny. +Well, all that is over and done with now.... I am glad +your mother did not live to see this day! Ah, Eduard my +son, I am very weary. Are you going to take my place?" +</p> + +<p> +Eduard, profoundly stirred, would have stroked his +father's brow; but he took the proffered chair, placing his +sword between his booted legs, and saying quietly: +</p> + +<p> +"I would ask Your Highness to put at least some of the +work on my shoulders." +</p> + +<p> +The old man looked up, he saw the fair head, with its +smoothly parted hair, bowed deferentially before him, he +passed his hand over his own white locks, then he said: +</p> + +<p> +"My dear Eduard, let's have none of that. We must speak +to one another like two human beings. This may be the +last time we shall ever talk together—or almost the last! +As soon as possible I intend to pass the burden on to you: +the whole burden when I go to join your mother. You are +rather hypermodern, you know, and Tauernheim is anxious +about the future; in fact, they are all worried about my +death, now they know that Prince Eduard is to be the next +ruler. For my part, I am tranquil, for I know you're a good +fellow. Shall I assume Polonius airs with you, and teach +you how to behave? You know the ropes as well as I +do. Always have the people in mind—but don't try to play +the twenty-first century game, especially in this little +country. Be democratic, that goes without saying; but not Karl +Marx, my dear Eduard, though I know you think a lot +of him. Even Herwegh would be too strong meat. We are +nothing but Liliputians here. Still, I don't need to go over +all these things with you, and waste precious time. You've +known my mind these ten years, and have seen eye to eye +with me." He paused, making himself more comfortable +in his arm-chair. "One thing, however, I have to ask, +my dear Eduard. You see how quickly a motor car can +be hurled down a mountain side. You must hasten to +provide for the succession." +</p> + +<p> +Eduard had determined not to disturb the serenity of +his father's mood by disclosing any of his personal plans. +He said quite casually, therefore: +</p> + +<p> +"Of course, Papa, I'll marry. You have Leonore in mind?" +</p> + +<p> +The old man smiled, and in a flash it was borne in on +Eduard that death had indeed laid a hand on his father, +for the eyes that were wont to twinkle with merriment, +were now apathetic. +</p> + +<p> +"The question is, rather, whom have you in mind." +</p> + +<p> +"Raison d'état, my dear Father. We have often spoken +of this before." +</p> + +<p> +"Eduard?" +</p> + +<p> +"Yes, Papa?" +</p> + +<p> +"What sort of a time did you have on the yacht? I got +the photo you sent—was it from Messina?" +</p> + +<p> +Eduard fidgeted with his sword-belt. +</p> + +<p> +"The 'Excelsior'? Oh, it was quite charming, those weeks +on board." +</p> + +<p> +"And did you gain your end? I doubt not that it was +charming—but a capricious young woman, and five men +hanging around—because Scherer of course had to count +as a possible rival...." +</p> + +<p> +The father had hoped great things from the cruise; +for from what he had learned in Berlin, he could not but +believe that this clever woman would bring the prince +to the point of making an offer. Now that the disaster +had changed the order of succession, he was seized with +dread, knowing that the fate of the little country hung in +the balance. The son, guessing what was passing through +his father's mind, was resolved at all costs to save the +invalid from agitation, for the dying ruler was now +obviously not so much concerned about a morganatic +marriage as about the lack of offspring competent to succeed, +this implying an eventuality the old man had been so +careful to guard against—the passing of the country into the +hands of the collateral line. Eduard had made up his mind +not to speak plainly, and yet deference for his father's +wisdom and kindliness, made him unwilling to tell a +direct lie. At the same time, foreseeing the question, he had +vowed not to commit himself in words to anything which +he would have to forswear after his father's death. He +therefore evaded the immediate issue by rejoining: +</p> + +<p> +"Yes, Scherer is a man of importance, and, besides, quite +disinterested. He should be invited to advise us in financial +matters." +</p> + +<p> +"He's trying to fob me off," thought the father, and, +obsessed by the thought that tomorrow would be too late, +he asked without circumlocution: +</p> + +<p> +"Did Scherer, too, win the lady's regard?" +</p> + +<p> +"Yes, I think so." +</p> + +<p> +"Eduard?" +</p> + +<p> +"Yes, Papa?" +</p> + +<p> +"Are you still free?" +</p> + +<p> +"What just do you mean by that?" +</p> + +<p> +"No commitments?" +</p> + +<p> +"None," he exclaimed, while he thought: "Unfortunately, +none as yet!" +</p> + +<p> +The old man breathed more freely. +</p> + +<p> +"But Father, heirs are not produced by love!" +</p> + +<p> +"I need not worry, then?" +</p> + +<p> +"He wants me to give him my promise," thought Eduard. +"And I am determined not to give him any such thing." He +smiled, and said politely: +</p> + +<p> +"A difficult thing to guarantee, my dearest Father. +Heinrich, for instance, had none in three years...." +</p> + +<p> +"He's a good diplomatist," thought the father, "and it is +a pity he cannot remain in the foreign diplomatic service." He, +too, smiled, as he said: +</p> + +<p> +"I feel confident you will do all that in you lies so that +there shall be no change here...?" +</p> + +<p> +Eduard shifted his sword-point an inch or so, hesitated, +and then said: +</p> + +<p> +"As a man of honour I can, of course, only speak for +myself; and if I am called upon I will, when the time +comes, make use of every power I possess...." +</p> + +<p> +"The hours speed by," thought the old man, once more +filled with anxiety, "and the youngster takes refuge in +rhetoric! He needs to be decoyed—or at least his +affections." He studied the bowed head, and the great flat +surface of the writing-table seemed to him a symbol. He +pushed back his chair; he needed to win his son's confidence, +and yet he hesitated. At last he made up his mind. +Almost in a whisper he said: +</p> + +<p> +"Eduard, my dear boy, won't you promise me...?" The +young prince trembled and, against his will, the sword +clattered lightly as he held it between his knees. +</p> + +<p> +"What is it, Papa?" +</p> + +<p> +"You will see to it that there are legitimate heirs?..." He +laid his gnarled hand across the table, towards his +son; there was no tremor now. But Eduard did not raise +his head; his eyes were fixed on the withered hand that +lay there begging for one last gift which was at the same +time the first it had ever been held out to receive. He +was permeated with the realization of how intensely lonely +was this dying man before him, an old man who had +just laid two sons in the grave; at the same time he +envisaged the future, as for three days he had envisaged it, +with Diana at his side.... He rose to his feet; he took +the old hand in his own: he kissed it: but he spoke no +word. +</p> + +<p> +"I have promised nothing," said the son to himself, as +the world swayed purple before his eyes. +</p> + +<p> +"He loves her," thought the father. "In that case I +cannot bind him." +</p> + +<p> +Silently, the two men looked at one another. Each knew +that he had been understood. +</p> + +<p> +The silence persisted for many seconds. Then the old +man rose stiffly from his chair, looked about him, searching +for his papers, sat down again, invited his son to do +likewise, and pressed the bell. A manservant came to the door. +</p> + +<p> +"Ask His Excellency Tauernheim to come in." +</p> + +<p> +Another minute passed in silence. The young man's eyes +rested lovingly on the old man, and Eduard marvelled that, +after so many shattering blows, the veteran could put on +the harness once more. The minister entered. The old +monarch spoke: +</p> + +<p> +"Please take a seat, my dear Tauernheim. Henceforward +we shall always be three to discuss our plans—for Prince +Eduard will want to take his bearings. Here, for instance, +is the project for the Neuburg highroad. How does the +matter stand...?" +</p> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<p><a id="chap0608"></a></p> + +<h3> +CHAPTER EIGHT +</h3> + +<p> +Diana emerged from the +great red-brick building which constituted the +headquarters of the newspaper. She had been back some weeks, +and spent the whole forenoon working in the office as +before. Now, in her simple summer frock she was walking +leisurely down the drive. Other young ladies, eager to +catch a bus or to rejoin a lover round the next corner, +overtook her, and scurried on their way. Diana seemed to +see herself again, making her entry here that first day, +ignorant of all these faces, scrutinized by the huge janitor +at the door, a man she was subsequently to greet with such +studied dignity; and as she dwelt on that time in reminiscent +mood, it occurred to her that she was older now +by two whole years. Was not this very day the anniversary? +She took her way along the Friedrich Strasse, musing as +she went. +</p> + +<p> +"Yes, it was the fourteenth of May, the same date, I +remember it well, for I started work the next morning, and +on the last of the month I got my two weeks' pay, a hundred +and twenty marks. Am I happier now that I get ten times +as much? J'aime l'argent, parce que j'aime la liberté. Are +those the words of the sage of Geneva, who had them +from Voltaire? Or have I read them somewhere in Voltaire's +works? ... Liberté! There's a flavour of gasconade +about the French word. Libertà! That rings truer. Freedom +has a hollow sound. Freiheit is beautiful. And yet it is an +ancient word! At one time I could rattle off the libertatem +concedere, desiderio libertatis flagrare; but the most lovely +of all was the libertas innata! And then eleutheria! I +remember when I was seventeen I read the definition in my +Greek lexicon: 'eleutheros—1) free, independent; 2) +self-disciplined, candid, also inconsiderate, unceremonious.' Yes, +inconsiderate.... How the young toss the word in +the air and never realize its implications! One just begins +to understand it by the time one is twenty-five. The day +has come when I can say: Ten years ago..." +</p> + +<p> +Her attention was attracted to a pair of laughing young +lovers crossing the street, and then coming to a halt in +front of a great plate-glass window full of goods; she saw +the girl point a tiny gloved finger at a little box +containing the coveted knives and forks, and press this same +finger against the window. +</p> + +<p> +"They all seek out some brick-built den, and then they +mate, and breed, and feed, and die. I have brought too high +an ideal of the perfect from a previous life, too much +presumption, too keen a demand for the princely.... +Even this word will have to disappear before long. As soon +as one sees a thing near at hand, it becomes meaningless. +How hard it is for Eduard that his excessive seriousness +should always make him misconceive the present. Ten days +since we bade farewell.... Why does he leave me with +never a word? I know his heart is in a fever, his head is +throbbing; always grubbing in the mines of the future! ... Oh +these men who are for ever practising renunciation, +these architects of life, these Scherers, and Eduards, and +Russians.... The Russian? He at least occasionally sends +all his theories to the right about, so that they retire +trembling into a dark corner!" +</p> + +<p> +She turned into Unter den Linden. +</p> + +<p> +"The lime trees are in flower, and their sickly-sweet +perfume is wafted to me. I'm always driven to seek out +Germany in May. Has one ever enough of it? Libertas? +With seven hours at the office? It's lost its savour ... not +only because of Scherer ... and yet... It used to be so +jolly in the old days when he came towards three every +afternoon to discuss things with me; and the paper he held +in his hand had the appearance of a battle ground. With +what evident pleasure he'd let me get the better of him in +one round, though in the end he was still more delighted +when he pinked me! Now it is nothing but recriminations; +or he will beseech, or play the meek and humble.... +Meanwhile, kindliness, such as we hoped to establish in our +relations, murmurs deprecatingly: 'I am kindliness: let us +try to understand one another.' ... How stately and white +the library looks over there. It is peaceful, because it +contains all the wisdom of the world. Had I not better once +more go through its portals and start learning anew? +Sometimes the game seems too ridiculous for words; the feverish +activity to get the latest news, merely time lost." +</p> + +<p> +She stopped before a travel agency, looking at a map +of the world on whose oceans tiny ships sailed. An arm +suddenly stirred the curtain from within the office, a +huge hand gripped one of the tiny vessels which had +nearly reached the Azores, and set it down again one +degree farther westward. Then, another boat, nearing Cape +Town, would suffer a similar fate. +</p> + +<p> +"Just like the gods. Without that sleeve and cuff, one +might take it for Neptune's arm. Thus, it is only Mercury's. +How small are the seas: how swiftly the little ships +travel across them! The 'Excelsior' could make no more +than eleven knots; without a breath of wind to help them, +these have made twenty-three.... Ought one not ... I +could..." +</p> + +<p> +She scrutinized the map, which was becoming more and +more full of life as she looked. She planned, cast away her +plans, and then pursued her meditations: +</p> + +<p> +"Another fortnight, and Father will be taking the train +through the Simplon, to Paris and London... Macdonald +once promised me he'd keep a place for me in the +British Museum.... The time has come when I should +make another dive, experience new freedoms and +unfreedoms...." +</p> + +<p> +Now a jeweller's window caught her eye. She stopped to +inspect. +</p> + +<p> +"How old-world those diadems appear. If they were +antiques, it would not be so bad. But to think that they are +still made and still find purchasers! Eduard is perhaps +the only one from that world who really feels deeply.... +Yes, those are huge pearls, shaped like pears, a grey +chain—I should not mind having that. They come from the sea, +and he whom the gods permit to find the right shell has +merely to open it and there the pearl lies in all its beauty. +A gift from the depths, heavy with melancholy—not like +these sparkling diamonds which it has taken thousands +of black hands to hew from the earth with the aid of +horrible machines bringing death in their train...." +</p> + +<p> +"Do you like those glittering headbands?" +</p> + +<p> +She turned abruptly at the sound of the deep voice, and +found Kyril beside her. +</p> + +<p> +"How do you do, Mademoiselle?" +</p> + +<p> +Diana gazed into the earnest blue eyes; she felt the +strong hand clasping hers. +</p> + +<p> +"At the moment my mind was drifting so vaguely among +thoughts of diamonds and princely crowns and what not, +that they would ultimately have wandered to you had you +not yourself spoken before I got there!" +</p> + +<p> +"Then I may as well continue on my way, for it is +probably far better for us to think of each other than to +talk to each other." +</p> + +<p> +"Why do you think that?" +</p> + +<p> +"Because our talks have never yet led to anything. Are +you going through the Tiergarten?" +</p> + +<p> +"I'm on my way home," said Diana moving ahead, while +Kyril—by chance or through an impish spirit of +contradiction—remained on her right. +</p> + +<p> +"How much nicer he looks in this old-fashioned get-up," +she thought, "than he did in his soft hat and elegant clothes +on the yacht." +</p> + +<p> +"She's dressed herself with great simplicity today," he +was thinking; "she seems more serious," he added to +himself, having watched her for some time from a distance +before he spoke to her. +</p> + +<p> +Their conversation turned to questions as to what each +had been doing since they had parted, and then Kyril +asked for news of the prince. They passed by Diana's door, +before she answered: +</p> + +<p> +"I had thought you would be able to tell me something +about him—you made the journey together." +</p> + +<p> +"I've only had one letter since then. And you?" +</p> + +<p> +"Nothing," said Diana quietly. +</p> + +<p> +"She's lying," thought Kyril. +</p> + +<p> +"I wonder what Eduard wrote to Sergievitch," thought +Diana. Then she said: "Did he appear to be finding things +hard towards the end?" +</p> + +<p> +"No, he seemed all right during the train journey. We +talked politics. With a wise head to guide him, he'll do +well, I fancy. He has excellent intentions." +</p> + +<p> +"Undoubtedly. Admirable disposition." +</p> + +<p> +Unconsciously Diana had adopted Eduard's very tone +and manner as she uttered the words, and Kyril was +unpleasantly impressed: "How they snap at one when they +have anything to hide, people of this class," he thought. +"Oh, I'll clear out!" +</p> + +<p> +He stopped when they reached the corner. Diana asked +tentatively: +</p> + +<p> +"Perhaps we shall meet at Herr Scherer's?" But her +thoughts were: "He ought to come in with me and play +the 'cello the whole evening!" She did not, however, even +ask him to call. +</p> + +<p> +"Maybe we shall," he said frigidly. +</p> + +<p> +She had fallen into a brown study, and did not hear +him when he spoke, saying absent-mindedly: +</p> + +<p> +"And you'll play that sonata with him—the one you +played alone in the Palazzo Tiepoletto." +</p> + +<p> +"And you would be criticizing the time of day.... You +want nocturnes at night!" +</p> + +<p> +The mocking tone of his voice brought her back to the +present. +</p> + +<p> +"Good-bye," she said, merely nodding her head to him, +and never raising her hand in farewell. +</p> + +<p> +When she got home, she found her brother waiting for +her. He had come to see her once before since her return, +had asked after their father, had given no news of himself, +and as he left had said casually that he might be +going on a journey. She was pleased, and at the same time +not overjoyed to see him here today, for she had looked +forward to being alone and to thrashing her own problems +out with herself. +</p> + +<p> +"Forgive me," he said. "Am I disturbing you? I hope my +cigarette... Is it too strong? A little opium.... Shall +we open the windows?" +</p> + +<p> +"Why's he talking so much and so unsteadily?" The +question agitated her as she took a chair beside him. +</p> + +<p> +"Won't you sit down?" she asked civilly. +</p> + +<p> +"I'm just off...." +</p> + +<p> +"What makes you so restless?" +</p> + +<p> +"Can't help it. I know I am a trifle..." +</p> + +<p> +"Do you need my help?" +</p> + +<p> +"Yes." +</p> + +<p> +"Money?" +</p> + +<p> +"Of course." +</p> + +<p> +Diana was pleased that he should come to her in his +strait, rather than try to raise the wind among his friends. +But this was the first time for two years that he had asked +her for any pecuniary assistance, whence she concluded that +he must be passing through a crisis. +</p> + +<p> +"Only too pleased to let you have what I can...." +</p> + +<p> +"Thanks. But it's rather a lot...." +</p> + +<p> +"How much?" +</p> + +<p> +"Four thousand." +</p> + +<p> +She had completely regained her composure by now, +and got up quickly to go over to the window. It was as +one young man addressing another that she said: +</p> + +<p> +"Absolutely necessary?" +</p> + +<p> +"Urgent." +</p> + +<p> +"Soon?" +</p> + +<p> +"At once." +</p> + +<p> +"I've only got five at the bank. You could have your four +by tomorrow." +</p> + +<p> +"Sunday tomorrow. Banks closed." +</p> + +<p> +"By Monday, then." +</p> + +<p> +"Too late." +</p> + +<p> +"What on earth are we to do?" +</p> + +<p> +"Borrow meanwhile." +</p> + +<p> +"No!" +</p> + +<p> +The word shot out so coldly that he became alarmed, +for it sounded final. +</p> + +<p> +"Well, for the present, a note of hand will do." +</p> + +<p> +"Gladly." +</p> + +<p> +She sat at her table, writing. Then she said: +</p> + +<p> +"What name?" +</p> + +<p> +"I'd—rather write that in myself." +</p> + +<p> +Slowly she turned, and looked at him. As he stood there, +so elegant and handsome and pale, she suddenly felt a +loathing for him and his way of living. Yet there was also +a little envy too; she envied him for being able to keep +the secret of his life so completely.... Turning back to +the table, she wrote, signed, and handed him the paper in +an open envelope. +</p> + +<p> +"I have no more. Besides, I am going to resign my +post...." +</p> + +<p> +He did not seem to hear. Thanking her, he took his +departure. She pressed the button of the bell. +</p> + +<p> +"Mary, please make me a pot of tea. No, I'd rather have +some fruit." +</p> + +<p> +"There's none to be had. Oranges are finished, and +strawberries not yet in season." +</p> + +<p> +"I saw a basket of strawberries at the florist's over the +way." +</p> + +<p> +"Ah, those!" +</p> + +<p> +"Yes, those. Please go and fetch them." +</p> + +<p> +"Silly old slow-coach," thought Diana petulantly as the +old woman disappeared to do the commission. "She must +come to cap my worries. The last straw! ... What a +day! Cooped up in a stuffy office, business letters, trouble +with the records, lunch in the office among unattractive +persons, one of whom makes noises as he chews.... A note +from Scherer, politely begging for a fresh statement of +accounts, and remaining 'your...' Mine? ... Longing +eyes cast in the direction of the library ... resistance to the +lure of those diadems... A peasant, anarchist and 'cello +player, who reviles me in his heart, because I annoyed him +one evening in Venice when he had been playing Bach +... A servant who considers early strawberries too good +for me... And yet ... hold on, Diana! Did you not see +a huge hand manipulating ships upon the seas? True, the +hand was only the hand of Mercury; still, it was the hand +of a god... There's no way out of it... I'll have to +start afresh..." +</p> + +<p> +She held the little basket lovingly in both her hands, +and carried it to her writing-table. Setting it down, she +picked out the ripest, and nodded appreciatively as she ate. +Gregor's face flashed upon her, and she remembered how +they always inverted the order of the breakfast dishes.... +She dug her teeth into the fruit, and sucked in her lips. +Then she took another. At last squaring her elbows, she +wrote: +</p> + +<p> +"Two years ago, this very day, Paula Linke, in answer +to an advertisement, stepped through the portals of your +office. You read my reports, dear Herr Scherer; then you +sent for me, and discovered Diana Wassilko. +</p> + +<p> +"The fact that my eyes happened upon that advertisement, +was not due to any skill on your part or on mine. +Where you showed your mettle, was in being so quick +to discover the merits of a stranger. I have to thank you +primarily for all the experience I have gained in your service, +in the matter of travel, of things, and of personalities; +secondarily I owe my good fortune to a kindly fate. +</p> + +<p> +"Above all what I value in you is the man, the teacher, +and the friend. Don't take it amiss that I should leave you +at such short notice. You will soon find a substitute. I am +in urgent need of a change. The whole earth is open to me. +I hope to get everything straight by June 1st, and to hand +you over my final reports and accounts. +</p> + +<p> +"Wherever life will take me I shall always look back +with pleasure to the days I spent within the white walls of +your office, shall never forget your round dining table, and +the 'Excelsior.' +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +"DIANA." +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p> +She read the letter through, placed it in an envelope, +stretched her hand out for her seal. The telephone bell +rang. +</p> + +<p> +"Scherer speaking. Good evening." +</p> + +<p> +"I've just finished a letter to you." +</p> + +<p> +"To me? That's something new! So far I've only +received one card." +</p> + +<p> +"Well, what's the news?" +</p> + +<p> +"I've this moment had a telephone message to say that +old Prince Heinrich died at four this afternoon. I thought +you might be interested...." +</p> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<p><a id="chap0609"></a></p> + +<h3> +CHAPTER NINE +</h3> + +<p> +Two telegrams lay on the +table: one addressed to Herbert Macdonald, the superintendent +of the new wing of the British Museum Reading +Room; the other to Professor Dufour of the Institut +Physiologique, in Geneva. In both, Diana asked whether she +could be allowed to resume the work of previous years. +She rang to have the two wires taken to the post. At that +moment the house-bell sounded, too; there was an opening +and closing of doors, the sound of voices, the rattle of a +sword, and then Mary appeared, obviously a prey to inner +excitement, to say that Prince Eduard wished to see her. +As she announced him, Eduard himself, in his hussar's +uniform, appeared on the threshold. Before coming up +to where Diana stood, he glanced round, as if to assure +himself that Mary had gone. He waited until the old +woman had shut the door, and her footsteps had ceased to +sound in the passage. By that time, he had mastered his +agitation sufficiently to greet Diana with the customary +clacking of the heels, and, as he bent to kiss her hand, to +address her in conventional tones. She opened her eyes +in astonishment at his get-up, and this gave him an excuse +for lapsing into the ironical vein. +</p> + +<p> +"I promised you I would come to see you once in more +than Spanish grandeur! Do forgive me for this weird kind +of dress." +</p> + +<p> +He took off his shako. +</p> + +<p> +"You ought never to dress in anything else!" +</p> + +<p> +Diana was honestly surprised at his comely appearance. +For a moment the thought of Klarchen and Egmont was +irresistible. She stepped farther away to get a better look at +him. He stood her scrutiny for a moment. Then he +impulsively seized her by the hands, drew her to the sofa, +fell on his knees before her, grappled her to him, felt her +all over with his two hands, touched her delicately with +trembling finger tips, breathing words rather than +speaking them: +</p> + +<p> +"... Diana... I've got you at last... Yes ... it is +really you ... your very self... Forgive me... I've +been... I've had... Oh these days ... the awful +things ... and all the bowings and ceremonial ... no +soul. It's not half as ridiculous as I had thought ... far +worse ... it is ice ... it is Greenland.... Ah, let me +rest, only for five seconds.... Time goes so much quicker +than they tell us in the books ... two minutes, and a man +is dead ... a motor flies off at a tangent at a bend in +the road, a venerable head drops to one side even as the +lips are still speaking.... It's all so quick, Diana ... and +as one rises from the side of the deathbed, an old gentleman +approaches and announces that one is a prisoner for +life ... all, all, in twenty short minutes, all in the course +of one fortnight, since I left the 'Excelsior' and +came ... to ... this ... diadem!" +</p> + +<p> +His head sank in her lap, two strangled sobs forced +themselves from him in the overwhelming sense of release. +She could only sit there in silence, shaken to the +soul, holding the throbbing forehead between her hands. +</p> + +<p> +Slowly he raised his head, took her hands in his, kissed +each, one after the other, with great deliberation. +</p> + +<p> +"How warm your silence is. Over there, at home, silence +is so cold. The only feeling heart in the whole principality +is inside the breast of our old butler." +</p> + +<p> +"Eduard." +</p> + +<p> +"Your curls wave above me, as though they were a life-boat. +I catch a glimpse of your ears from time to time, that +is the coast ... yes..." +</p> + +<p> +"Aren't you tired of kneeling?" +</p> + +<p> +"No, I'm in heaven. My only dread is that you should +want to get up. Diana, I could stay here for ever." +</p> + +<p> +She smiled, lay back among the cushions, and whispered: +</p> + +<p> +"I thought you would kiss me." +</p> + +<p> +In a flash he was on his feet, in another he had flung +himself beside her on the couch, folding her in one long +embrace from lips to knees. For the first time, those two +young bodies, after so many palpitating months, so many +moments of inspiration and happiness, felt the contact one +with the other, vibrated in unison, full of pleasurable and +eager expectancy, in a dream, silently. +</p> + +<p> +After a while he whispered: +</p> + +<p> +"Diana." +</p> + +<p> +"Eduard." +</p> + +<p> +"Are you mine?" +</p> + +<p> +"I love you." +</p> + +<p> +"Will you remain mine?" +</p> + +<p> +"I'm so happy." +</p> + +<p> +"Will you promise..." +</p> + +<p> +"How awfully young you are!" +</p> + +<p> +"Never to leave me?" +</p> + +<p> +"Later." +</p> + +<p> +"No. Now!" +</p> + +<p> +He sprang up, pulled his tunic down, settled his collar, +smoothed his hair, and sat by Diana as she lay. His last +words had such a resolute ring that Diana felt she could +no longer evade the issue. She raised herself on her arm, +and smoothed her gown. +</p> + +<p> +"My dear, won't you give me your promise?" +</p> + +<p> +He spoke with the utmost simplicity, wooing her; but +she heard in the words the rumble, the menace of distant +thunder. +</p> + +<p> +She laid her hand on his: +</p> + +<p> +"Give me time..." +</p> + +<p> +"Five minutes." +</p> + +<p> +She took her hand away, and gazed through him into +the void. He got up, stretched out his left arm abruptly, +glanced at the watch on his wrist, and said composedly: +</p> + +<p> +"It is now five minutes to six. I'll give you till six," and +he kept his gaze fixed on the watch. +</p> + +<p> +Suddenly Diana was beside him, her eyes bright with +anger, her lips ready for a wrathful reply. But before the +words were uttered she caught sight of the band of crape +upon the sleeve of his tunic, and her expression softened, +her mood changed, her body drooped; she longed to lean +against him, to yield to a wish that she had been combating +these many days, to seek support. Her yearning overcame +her other scruples; she seemed to see her father before her +once again; and, with a gentle and womanly gesture, she +took Eduard's arm in her hand and kissed the black token +of mourning. He, surprised and profoundly stirred by his +victory, took her head in his hands, running his fingers +through her curls. +</p> + +<p> +When at last they drew apart, Diana crossed to the table, +where the two telegrams still lay, and lifted them +questioningly. But Eduard was already at her side, and +wrenched them from her. She, taken aback by so +autocratic a movement, reciprocated, snatching them back, and +placing them under the crystal which served her as +paper weight. +</p> + +<p> +"What's all this, if I may ask?" +</p> + +<p> +"Wires." +</p> + +<p> +"Hm. To Scherer?" +</p> + +<p> +"On the contrary—away from Scherer!" +</p> + +<p> +"Meaning?" +</p> + +<p> +"That I am going away." +</p> + +<p> +"Diana!" +</p> + +<p> +"Eduard?" +</p> + +<p> +"It's gone six. Will you follow me?" +</p> + +<p> +"I—don't want to be forced to a decision through +compassion for your crape band." +</p> + +<p> +"Time presses!" +</p> + +<p> +"Why?" +</p> + +<p> +"My car is waiting for me at the door, I've come here +incognito, must be home by tonight. Tomorrow the court +chamberlain administers the oath..." +</p> + +<p> +"What's that to do with me?" +</p> + +<p> +"I shall refuse to take it—unless you—promise..." +</p> + +<p> +They stood confronting one another, the narrow table +between them. His voice was thoroughly matter-of-fact, +his manner outwardly calm, as he leaned his fists on the flat +top of the table. She did not answer, but waited collectedly, +her fingers poised on the crystal beneath which, in the +form of telegrams, two ways opened before her. Thus they +remained, eye to eye, silent, observant. Then, without +shifting from her position, Diana asked: +</p> + +<p> +"And if I refuse?" +</p> + +<p> +"Formal abdication. The principality will pass to my +cousin." +</p> + +<p> +"What do I care for your cousin!" +</p> + +<p> +"I am quite indifferent, too." +</p> + +<p> +She knew the decisive hour had struck for her. Had she +not long foreseen it? But she had no notion yet as to what +the issue would be. +</p> + +<p> +"He is waiting," thought Diana, gazing down upon +the crystal, "and yet he knows that I never wanton with +destiny. He woos, and yet he might well make a gift +of a diadem. Shall I lure him from the path in which +centuries of tradition have placed his feet? His arm will +be around me, his eyes will guard me from fools and +courtiers... I have just turned twenty-seven... I feel at +least five years older... If one's life must inevitably +become entangled with the lives of others, at least I can +see to it that mine shall develop along the broadest possible +lines... A park will encompass me about, but I need +not see the walls...." She looked up. She saw him +standing before her. She thought: "Elegant hussar, I will +take you without your sacrifice!" +</p> + +<p> +Eduard, never stirring a muscle, watched her as she communed +with herself. He did not venture to put his question +a third time. +</p> + +<p> +At last she lifted her hand from the crystal, contemplated +its inner surface for a moment, and smoothed the spot +where the flesh had been slightly crushed by pressure on +the cold surface of the stone. Then she looked over at him, +her eyes begging for his hand which he slowly unclenched +and slid over the smooth table towards her. She let it lie +next hers for a while, comparing the lines in both their +palms. Then she clasped his hand in hers, looked up at him, +neither sorrowfully, nor boldly, but more gravely than he +had ever seen her look before. +</p> + +<p> +"Well, let's try!" +</p> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<p><a id="chap0610"></a></p> + +<h3> +CHAPTER TEN +</h3> + +<p> +It was nearly eight in the +evening, and still bright daylight, when on the fourth of +June the closed carriage drove from the station to the +Schloss Strasse. The wedding ceremony in Berlin, a civil +affair at which Scherer and Tauernheim had acted as +witnesses, had taken only ten minutes. Herr von Wassilko's +distant attitude made it desirable to postpone a visit to +him; Sidney had gone away; there was to be no religious +consecration of the marriage; and public mourning for the +late prince had been a good excuse for dispensing with a +reception at the little palace—a formality which would have +loosed a flood of questions of etiquette. +</p> + +<p> +Eduard had wanted to catch the startled burghers when +they were still in the initial confusion into which they had +been thrown by the double interment, a regency, the death +of the old prince, another funeral ceremony which had been +attended by the emperor, the accession, and the taking of +the coronation oath—a series of events which had given +quiet people enough to talk about for a long time to come. +When the news leaked out that the new sovereign prince +(concerning whom the darkest rumours were already +ripe) had made a left-handed marriage to a young woman +of whom practically nothing was known, except that she +had been the mistress of a count, and so on, and so on, +their capacity for excitement had been exhausted, their +minds had been saturated with alarms and crises, and they +accepted the accomplished fact as one of heaven's decrees. +Some even found the news interesting, looked up the +record of similar marriages in Becker's Universal History, +and noted that the children of morganatic unions had +sometimes been granted the right of succession by the +emperor and the estates of the realm. According to the latest +researches, a crossing of blood was useful, and was certainly +preferable to the inroad of strange collaterals into their +beloved country. +</p> + +<p> +When, in the end, the news was generally accepted +as true, people found it impossible to stay at home. Though +music and banners were out of the question because of the +public mourning, and though it was late in the evening, as +if by common consent they had decided to celebrate the +occasion by sporting their new summer clothes which at +so sad a Whitsuntide would otherwise have been left in +wardrobes and drawers. +</p> + +<p> +Amid multifarious duties, Eduard had found time to +look forward in particular to this one evening. Accustomed +as he had been, for a long time now, to think of +Diana in situations in which he was used to seeing other +women and chiefly women of his own order, and to watch +her adapting herself to all aspects of reality—he now +perceived in her restrained but free demeanour a confirmation +of his premonitions. Thus it had been when the old +minister of State had been introduced to her; again, at the +wedding; again, when she had said good-bye to Scherer; +again, when the station master had paid his respects; +again, on getting into the carriage. Consequently, when +they were driving to the palace he could talk to her as +easily as if she had been to the manner born. +</p> + +<p> +"Look, Diana," he said. "They are wearing tall hats, +although it is late in the evening. Highly respectable +people, ours!" +</p> + +<p> +"Why are they all standing on one side of the street?" +</p> + +<p> +"Because they thought you'd be sitting on my left." +</p> + +<p> +Diana laughed behind her black veil, but so tonelessly +that he was alarmed when he remembered how frank +was her usual laughter, realizing that a constraint was for +the first time imposing itself on her. To mask his +embarrassment, he said: +</p> + +<p> +"Houses pretty low, aren't they? Better than tall barracks!" +</p> + +<p> +"And healthier," she rejoined. +</p> + +<p> +"Do you find the cobbles very rough to drive over?" +</p> + +<p> +"Not a bit." +</p> + +<p> +"Schloss Strasse is going to be repaired soon." +</p> + +<p> +"That will be a good thing." +</p> + +<p> +"It has an excellent bridle path along the side." +</p> + +<p> +"Is that so? Where does it go to?" +</p> + +<p> +"Pretty farmsteads, good farmers, fresh milk." +</p> + +<p> +"How lovely," she said, while thinking to herself: "He +is the best of men, and I am driving straight into the blue +of heaven." +</p> + +<p> +"She is tired," mused he; "or sad. I wonder if a glass of +champagne would do her good when we get in?" +</p> + +<p> +"If only I could be vouchsafed a sign," thought Diana, as +she sighted the castle tower. +</p> + +<p> +Now, when the carriage made an unexpected turn, and a +wide space in front of the castle opened into view, the sun, +close to the horizon, dipped behind a small, thick cloud, +lighting up its irregular edge with as much power as at +high noon. Diana's heart beat furiously, but Eduard did +not see what she was looking at, for his own gaze was +fixed on the gates, to see if all his directions had been +carried out. +</p> + +<p> +Two servants, the minimum number allowed by court +etiquette, were standing on the threshold; and in other +respects, likewise, he had had the standard of reception +kept down to that proper to a country mansion. On the +first floor he led Diana into a little suite of panelled rooms. +They were quite unpretentious, and yet Diana felt that +he had chosen every curtain, every chair, every vase, +expressly for her. She went over to the bay window, looked +out into the open, and began to talk to the ancient walnut +tree which towered up to the third story. +</p> + +<p> +"How it rustles," she said in a low tone, turning to him. +</p> + +<p> +"It is welcoming you," he answered. +</p> + +<p> +"How many generations has it greeted already?" +</p> + +<p> +"Three, or perhaps four." +</p> + +<p> +"Are we the fifth? Five is a lucky number." +</p> + +<p> +She sat down on the deep window seat in the bay, and, +as she motioned him to her side, he saw her smile for +the first time in her reflective way. +</p> + +<p> +He seized her hand. +</p> + +<p> +"Are you sad?" +</p> + +<p> +"A little." +</p> + +<p> +"Are you tired?" +</p> + +<p> +"Not very." +</p> + +<p> +"Are you ready for your dinner?" +</p> + +<p> +"Yes." +</p> + +<p> +He rang, and to the servant who answered, he said: +</p> + +<p> +"The countess wishes to have dinner served." +</p> + +<p> +"Very good, Your Highness." +</p> + +<p> +The formality and baldness of these few words, the +mechanical appearance and disappearance of the lackey, +had all at once revived Diana's spirits. Sportively, as he +turned back towards her, she flung her arms round his neck +and exclaimed: +</p> + +<p> +"Oh you! That was much older than the walnut tree. +It dated from the Thirty Years' War!" +</p> + +<p> +He was a trifle astonished, having given the order quite +mechanically; but he was glad that the tension had been +relieved. He said: +</p> + +<p> +"Are you going to dress for dinner?" +</p> + +<p> +"Very good, Your Highness!" +</p> + +<p> +They dined at a small round table, waited on by two +footmen who discreetly watched their prince's young wife +in her low-cut dress with its crape edging, and noted that +her short curls escaped from the mourning bonnet +prescribed by custom. Diana and Eduard, meanwhile, +refreshed by food and good wine, and enlivened by the +conversation they had carried on in French, had recovered their +natural gaiety. Having led her back to her boudoir, he said: +</p> + +<p> +"Would your ladyship rather smoke her cigarette on deck?" +</p> + +<p> +"Don't you think it rather too windy tonight, Prince?" +</p> + +<p> +"North-west, eleven knots, we'll have to take in a reef!" +</p> + +<p> +"And Giorgino?" +</p> + +<p> +"Dr. Sergievitch must climb into the rigging." +</p> + +<p> +The name had been spoken. As they sat opposite one +another in the wide, tapestried chairs, Eduard saw a shade +flit across her face, as if rising from her heart. But now he +felt sure of himself, sitting under his forefathers' roof, with +his ring on Diana's finger. Taking the bull by the horns, +he said: +</p> + +<p> +"With regard to Sergievitch, I have made sure of him for us." +</p> + +<p> +"Us?" Diana gripped the arm of her chair. +</p> + +<p> +"I mean, for this little country of mine." +</p> + +<p> +"In what way?" +</p> + +<p> +"I wrote to him before my father's death to ask whether +he would be willing to attend to the much neglected matter +of working-class welfare in this part of the world. He +is an expert, took his degree in kindred topics, and would +long since have been called to a professional chair in +Leipzig or elsewhere had he not been a Russian. Since he is a +foreigner, I shall have to make him accessory to our little +ministry. Nominally he'll be librarian, though of course we +have one or two learned men of our own to attend to that +work. Does the idea please you?" +</p> + +<p> +She smiled. +</p> + +<p> +"What have I got to do with the matter?" +</p> + +<p> +"Everything, Diana," he said gravely. +</p> + +<p> +Standing up, he moved to lay his hand on her head. The +bonnet was in his way, and he gently removed it. +</p> + +<p> +"When did you write to him?" +</p> + +<p> +"Some time during the week between my arrival and my +father's death. Why do you ask?" +</p> + +<p> +She thought: "The Russian kept that to himself when +we met outside the jeweller's. Why? And why should +Eduard single out this man in particular?" +</p> + +<p> +She said: +</p> + +<p> +"Eduard?" +</p> + +<p> +"How pale you are." +</p> + +<p> +"Why did you summon this Russian?" +</p> + +<p> +Removing his hand from, her head, he strode twice up +and down the room, and then, stopping short in front of +her, said uneasily: +</p> + +<p> +"Why? Not for the sake of welfare work or a library. +We travelled to Vienna in the night train, and were +arguing the whole time, as usual. I wanted to make sure that +this explosive material would be safely housed. A hygienic +precaution. The fellow incorporates the future, and we—we +want to make the impossible possible, here, in +Germany, the first, the only ones: you, and I!" +</p> + +<p> +"Do you want a revolution?" she asked quietly. +</p> + +<p> +"If I did, I should have renounced you, and should not +have worried you today by putting that ring on your finger. +What I want is that the call of the dissatisfied should always +sound in my ears. While we are modernizing ourselves +here, I want to go on hearing the voice which says: 'All +that, so far, has achieved nothing!' Sergievitch represents +the spire of a Gothic cathedral...." +</p> + +<p> +While he still contemplated in imagination the figure of +the handsome Russian, he turned the new ring round and +round on his finger. Diana, standing up, said resolutely: +</p> + +<p> +"You are young, and I, too, am still young! We will +build a great work and make a splendid road! Whomsoever +we need, we will swallow without winking, were it +even a bomb-thrower!" +</p> + +<p> +She stood in front of him, the brown eyes flashing into +his blue ones. A wave of perfect happiness flowed through +his taut frame. His eyes were fixed on the young woman +who, after long hesitation, was at length to become his; he +took note of the black trimming on her gown. Slowly +stretching out his hand to her breast, he unfastened her +brooch, she raised her arms a little, laughing at this sport +of love. In the same deliberate way, he removed the sign +of mourning from her shoulders, a double veil, which he +dropped to the floor behind her. He looked at her, his +lips trembling slightly. Then, precipitately, he clasped her +in his arms. +</p> + +<p><br><br></p> + +<p class="t3"> +THE END +</p> + +<p><br><br><br><br></p> + +<div style='text-align:center'>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 77479 ***</div> +</body> + +</html> + diff --git a/77479-h/images/img-cover.jpg b/77479-h/images/img-cover.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..b5e3c24 --- /dev/null +++ b/77479-h/images/img-cover.jpg |
