Part 55 (1/2)

The Duke could not. I did not look for emotion from him. He stared down at her; but gradually I saw the furrows on the forehead relax, and the eyes soften. Then the lids shut down over the glitter, his free hand was placed gently on the golden head, and bending forward he kissed her on the forehead.

”Gareth.”

Then his Excellency did what I could have kissed him for doing; for I was past thinking what to do just then.

”I wish to speak to you,” he whispered to me; and we both crept away out of the room as softly as though we had been two children stealing off in fear from some suddenly discovered terror.

The moment we reached the room where I had spoken to Count Gustav, his Excellency surprised me. ”You knew it, of course; but how? You are wonderful, Christabel!”

”Knew what?”

”Do you mean you did not know? Then it is a miracle. I thought you knew and had planned it; and I marvelled that even you had courage enough for such a daring stroke.”

”I drew a bow at a venture; and don't understand you.”

”Do you tell me that you believed any mere pink and white young girl picked out at random would make an impression upon that crusted ma.s.s of self-will, obstinacy, and inflexibility of purpose? You--with your keen wit and sense of humour, Christabel!”

”You could see the impression for yourself, surely,” I retorted.

”This is positively delicious! I really must enjoy it a little longer without enlightening you. You do really believe that the Duke was melted because that child is very pretty and has innocent eyes? You must give up reading us humans, Christabel; you really must, after this.”

”It seems strange to such a cynic, I suppose, that innocence can plead for itself convincingly to such nature as the Duke's!”

”You intend that to be very severe--but it isn't. Innocence, as innocence, would have no more chance with Duke Ladislas, if it stood in the way of his plans, than a troutlet would have in the jaws of a hungry pike. The humour of it is that you should have thought otherwise, and actually have--have dangled the pretty troutlet right before the pike's nose.”

”It has not been so unsuccessful.”

”I am sorry for you, Christabel,” he answered, a.s.suming the air of a stern mentor; ”but it is my unfortunate duty to administer a severe corrective to your--what shall I term it--your overweening self-confidence.”

”I have given you considerable enjoyment at any rate.”

His eyes were twinkling and he shook his forefinger at me with exaggerated gravity. ”I am afraid that at this moment, very much afraid, you are rather puffed up with self-congratulation at the result of this master-stroke of yours.”

”It is more to the point to think whether it will succeed.”

”Oh yes, it will succeed; but why, do you think? Not because of that child's innocence or pretty pink and whiteness; and certainly not because the Duke was in any mood to be impressed. Now, there is a problem for you. When I gave him those three lines you sent into me, his fury was indescribable. Not against Gustav, mark you: he stands by him through any storm and stress--but against the wife. He was speechless with suppressed rage; and right in the midst of it in you came with your--'This is Gareth'--and you know the rest. There's the riddle; now, what's the answer?”

I thought closely, and then gave it up. There was obviously some influence at work which I did not understand. ”You have your wish.

You have p.r.i.c.ked the bladder of my self-conceit; I've been floating with somebody else's life belt, I see that.”

”Do you think you feel sufficiently humble?”

”Yes, quite humiliated,” I admitted with a smile.

”Then, I'll tell you. The clue is to be sought for in the years of long ago. The Duke has been married twice; and his first wife was named Gareth, and the only child of the union was Gareth also; just such a girl as that sweet little thing you brought into him to-day--and so like both the idolized dead wife and dead child as to bring right up before him in living flesh the one dead romance of his life. Now you see what you did?”

”What will he do?”

”I should very much like to know. I am afraid you have got your way, and that he'll accept her as his daughter; and then--phew, I don't know what will come next. Only recently a very different sort of marriage had been planned for Gustav; one that would have strengthened the position as much as that child there will weaken it. I don't envy the Duke his decision. How does Gustav feel toward her?”

”I believe he still cares for her--but you know him.”