Part 25 (1/2)

”A trifle,--a trifle,” said Capriani taking a compendious map of Bohemia out of his pocket and spreading it out upon the table between Oswald and himself. ”The projected track lies here--and here,” he explained drawing his finger along the map.

With something of a frown Oswald attentively followed the course of that pudgy, sallow forefinger, saying in an undertone, ”Pernik, Zwilnek, Minkau,--that track seems to me entirely to conform to the present pressing need of the country,--will you now show me the alterations that you desire.”

Capriani's forefinger began to move again, ”Tesin, Schneeburg, Barenfeld.”

Oswald's face grew dark. ”That track would be very disadvantageous for the X---- district,” he observed.

”You have estates in X----” said Capriani hastily, and imprudently.

Cautious and diplomatic as he was in business, his caution could go no further than his comprehension of human nature. The circle of his experience had hitherto comprised only those human weaknesses in manipulating which he had always shown such consummate skill. He had no faith in genuine disinterestedness; he held it to be hypocrisy, or, at best, only traditional habit,--aristocratic usage. He had no idea of how his words grated upon Oswald's sensitive ear. ”You have estates in X----, Herr Count.”

Oswald's lips curled indignantly. ”That seems to me a secondary consideration,” he rejoined sharply.

”Not at all,” a.s.serted Capriani, ”I would not for the world run counter to your interests, I have them almost as near at heart as my own....”

”That really is....” Oswald began to mutter angrily between his teeth,--and then controlling his impatience by an effort, he said coldly, lightly tapping the map as he spoke. ”A little while ago you did me a favour, and it would be a satisfaction to me to testify my appreciation of your courtesy as soon as possible, but I think your projected alteration of the railway very disadvantageous for the country. However, I am quite ready to consult an expert.”

The blood of the Cr[oe]sus tingled to his very finger ends. There was something profoundly humiliating in Oswald's pale proud face. He did not comprehend the young man's moral point of view, he perceived only the haughtiness that rang in his words, and it aroused his antagonism. Suddenly he remembered,--and there was a kind of bliss in the thought,--the pecuniary embarra.s.sments in which Oswald was probably involved. This was the only ground upon which he could show superiority, and make the young man aware of it. ”Consult an expert? an empty formality!” he said in a changed, harsh voice.

”Let us be frank--the interests of the country in this whole affair are of very little consequence--private interests are at stake--yours and mine; I grant that the X---- district will be damaged by the new track, but on the other hand Tornow wilt gain immensely. And such trifles are not to be despised even by a Count Lodrin,--the track pa.s.ses princ.i.p.ally over very unproductive land in your estates my dear Count.

You have only to name your price for that land, and I am entirely at your service.”

For a moment there was absolute silence. An angry gleam flashed from Oswald's eyes as he fixed them on the Conte.

The ticking of the two men's watches could almost be heard, the lounging steps of the pa.s.sers-by in the street below were distinctly audible. At last Oswald said contemptuously and clearly: ”The sale of my pastures is not of the slightest importance to me in comparison with public interests. Moreover, we, you and I, do not speak the same language, we might talk together a long time and fail to understand each other. Therefore it seems useless to prolong this conversation.”

With which he arose.

Capriani, however, did not stir, but calmly returned the young man's look. Something like triumphant scorn, something that was almost a menace shone in his eyes.

”You refuse then to speak a word to the ministry in favour of my scheme?” he asked slowly and with a sneer.

”Decidedly,” replied Oswald.

With head slightly thrown back, twisting his watch chain around his forefinger, he looked down at the Cr[oe]sus. He was one of the few to whom haughtiness is becoming.

Was it possible that Capriani, the least imaginative, the most avaricious of men, could succ.u.mb to this personal charm?

The Conte suddenly arose, gathered up the map, crushed it together, and das.h.i.+ng it on the floor, stamped on it. ”I could carry it out, and it is my favourite scheme,” he cried, ”but what of that, I give it up, Alfred Stein can do as he chooses. I throw away millions for your sake!

For your sake, Count Oswald!”

His agitation was terrible and extreme, as he held out both hands to the young man.

Oswald angrily retreated a step. Had the man escaped from a lunatic asylum?

Just then the door opened.

”Well, Ossi?” Pistasch called.--”Ah!”--perceiving the Conte--”beg pardon for intruding.”