Part 30 (1/2)
CHAPTER IV.
The Lodrins dined early during the warm summer months; they wished to have the cooler hours of the late afternoon for riding, driving or walking. The dinner on Thursday at which Fritz was to have been present was at two o'clock, but at the last moment he sent an excuse without any special cause a.s.signed.
Of course Fraulein von Klette had not been persuaded to stay at home.
Erect as a grenadier, and with an enormous reticule to contain her sewing, her headdress, and any chance presents that she might receive, she made her appearance with Mimi Dey, who good-humouredly a.s.sured the Countess Lodrin, for the tenth time that Ossi and Gabrielle were incomparably the handsomest betrothed couple in Austria, and then greeted Zinka with perhaps rather exaggerated cordiality. Thanks to the imitative instinct that rules the world, all the ladies of the vicinity modelled their behaviour towards Zinka upon that of the Countess Lodrin. Mimi Dey had declared lately to several of her acquaintances who were asking about Erich Truyn's marriage, ”Zinka is as much of a lady as I am,” and this significant verdict had its share in establis.h.i.+ng upon a firm basis Zinka's social position.
Pistasch watched Zinka curiously; with all his languid insolence, he was possessed of sufficient tact to perceive what she was and to comport himself towards her accordingly. As usual, when not in the bosom of her family, she was rather silent; her gentle voice was heard only occasionally; she looked very pretty, and seemed to be occupied with anything rather than her own beauty, with every one else rather than with herself.
The two topics of the hour were the upset that had befallen young Capriani and his four-in-hand the day before, and the murder of an old widow in a village near Schneeburg. The accident to the four-in-hand of course afforded all the gentlemen the liveliest satisfaction; they were unanimous in their surprise that the catastrophe had been delayed so long; the murder in Karlowitz opened for Truyn a wide field of moral and political considerations. As this murder was the first that had occurred within the memory of man in all the country round, he did not hesitate for a moment to ascribe it to the demoralizing influence of Capriani.
There is probably no evil, from a murder to an epidemic, which Truyn would not have liked to trace directly or indirectly to the sinister influence of Conte Capriani. Oswald who had been merry enough at first gradually grew taciturn and monosyllabic.
”Capriani's ears must tingle,” he exclaimed at last, no longer controlling his impatience, ”can we talk of nothing else but that scoundrel!”
”Do not grudge us this innocent amus.e.m.e.nt,” rejoined Truyn good-humouredly, and Pistasch added, ”I cannot see why it should make you nervous. The mere sound of Capriani's name affects you as an allusion to the cholera affects other men.” Oswald changed colour, and Georges proposed a toast to the betrothed couple.
After dinner, whilst they were all drinking coffee in the drawing-room, Pistasch contrived a _tete-a-tete_ with his cousin Mimi Dey for the purpose of asking all sorts of questions about Zinka, which he could not well put directly to the Lodrins. ”Is she the same Sterzl about whom there was so much talk in Rome? The girl who--etc.,--etc.?--a very delightful person, really charming.” It was beginning to be the fas.h.i.+on to declare Zinka charming.
In the meantime the heroine of the Roman romance, was sitting beside the Countess Lodrin on a small divan in a dim corner of the s.p.a.cious room, and whispering, ”Have you heard?”
”Of course I have! Ossi learned it from your husband; I congratulate you with all my heart,” replied the Countess in a low tone, taking the young wife's hand in her own.
”And you understand how very glad I am,” whispered Zinka, blus.h.i.+ng, and brus.h.i.+ng away a tear.
The Countess smiled her own grave beautiful smile, and nodded a.s.sent; Zinka moved a little closer to her. ”Who should understand it better than you?” she whispered. She felt a positive reverence for the Countess, whose kind and tender treatment of her she could not but regard as a special mark of favour and distinction. The childlike deference of her manner towards the elder lady was very graceful and very winning.
”If--if the good G.o.d should grant me a son,” she whispered more softly still, and with a deeper blush, ”I should like to learn from you how to educate him.”
Countess Wjera laid her hand kindly on Zinka's shoulder. ”Your husband will be a better teacher there than I can be; that Ossi is what he is is due to the grace of G.o.d,--not to me.”
”And is it by G.o.d's grace alone, that Ossi has preserved so profound and filial a veneration for his mother?”
The Countess took her hand from Zinka's shoulder; the younger woman, startled, gazed into her face.
”It is nothing,” said Wjera, with a forced smile, ”a pain in my heart--it will soon pa.s.s.”
Mimi Dey, with Pistasch, was approaching the corner where the Countess and Zinka were sitting, and noticing Wjera's sudden pallor, inquired as to its cause, instantly vaunting the merits of a certain specific, in which she had implicit confidence. As soon as Fraulein Klette observed that the conversation was taking a medical turn, she too joined the group. ”Wjera, I know a wonderful remedy; a Swiss physician, gave me the prescription,--it really will cure everything,--everything.”
”From scrofula to 'despised love,'” added Pistasch. He knew the famous prescription well, and knew, too, that it was the basis of one of Fraulein Klette's numerous financial man[oe]uvres.
”It really is an extraordinary remedy, Wjera, and it would do you good, too, Mimi;--it would be the very thing for Zinka I am sure,” Fraulein Klette rattled on. ”I have wrought wonders with it. Do let me have a few bottles of it put up for you.”
”You needn't take that trouble, Carolin,” said Pistasch maliciously, ”I have two or three quarts of your specific on hand, and it will give me pleasure to supply the ladies.”
”As you please, I do not insist,” said the Fraulein chagrined; whereupon she drew from her reticule the famous negro's head and with great energy and a very long thread began to embroider a sulphurous gleam on his ebony nose.
CHAPTER V.