Part 15 (1/2)

”Konrad, at once tell me all that the Emperor said.”

”Corinne,” said the King, ”my beloved Corinne, it will make no difference to you. The future and the past will be as six to one and half a dozen to the other. You will always be Corinne. Have no fear, and--as my friend Gorman would say, do not take off your hair.”

”Tell me,” said Madame.

”The Emperor,” said the King, ”has said to me, 'Buy back the island or else marry the American.' In that way also Salissa would return to the Crown of Megalia.”

Gorman fully expected that Madame Ypsilante would at once have broken every gla.s.s on the table. It would not have surprised him in the least if she had torn handfuls of hair off the King's head. To his amazement she laughed. It was a most unpleasant laugh. But it was not the laugh of a lunatic. It was not even hysterical.

”That imbecile,” she said, ”that miss!”

Her contempt for the girl left no room for jealousy. Madame Ypsilante did not seem to care whether the King married or did not.

”I don't think much of that plan,” said Gorman. ”Your Emperor may be the everlasting boss you seem to think----”

”In the register of Lloyd's,” said the King, ”he takes place in the cla.s.s A 1st.”

”But,” said Gorman, ”he hasn't much sense if he thinks that a girl like Miss Donovan can be married off in that way to any one he chooses to name. I'm not saying anything against your character, sir----”

”My Konrad,” said Madame Ypsilante, ”is Konrad.”

”Exactly,” said Gorman. ”Those are my points put concisely in two words. First he's yours and next he's himself. No. I don't think that you've much chance of buying back the island, but you've no chance at all of marrying the girl.”

”I do not want either the one or the other,” said the King. ”I do not care the cursing of a tinker, not a two-a-penny d.a.m.n if I never put my eye on the island or the girl. Arrange which you prefer. I place both into your hands, my dear Gorman. I leave them there. I shall put my foot on the bill if you buy and the price is moderate. I shall toe the scratch if you arrange that I lead the American to the altar of Hymen.

Settle, arrange, fix down which you will.”

Gorman gasped. He was always ready to give disinterested advice in the King's affairs. He was even willing to lend a helping hand in times of difficulty; but he was startled at being asked to act as plenipotentiary for the sale of a kingdom or the negotiation of a royal marriage.

”Do you mean to say,” he said, ”that you expect me to arrange the whole thing?”

”You have tumbled to the idea with precision,” said the King. ”You have caught it on. You are wonderful, my friend. Thus everything arranges. You go to Salissa and tell the American the wishes of the Emperor. Corinne and I return to Paris. If a sale is arranged----”

”I will not part with my pearls,” said Madame. ”Neither for the Emperor nor for any one.”

”Corinne!” said the King reproachfully. ”Would I ask it of you? No. If a sale is arranged I give a bill to the American, a bill of three months, and for security I place at his disposal--I pledge the revenue of Megalia for ten years; for a hundred years. If it seems more desirable that I marry; good, I am ready. The American girl comes to Paris. I meet her. We marry. The Emperor is satisfied. It is upon you, my dear Gorman, to fix it down.”

”I don't see,” said Gorman, ”how I can possibly undertake----It's asking a lot, you know. Besides----”

”You are my friend,” said the King. ”Can I ask more than too much from my friend?”

”Besides,” said Gorman, ”it's no kind of use. Donovan isn't likely to sell. He certainly wouldn't accept your bill if he did sell. And marrying the girl is out of the question. What's the good of my undertaking impossibilities?”

The King stood up. With his cigar between his fingers he raised his right hand above his head. He laid his left hand upon his s.h.i.+rt front.

It was an impressive and heroic att.i.tude.

”For Gorman, M.P.,” he said, ”there are in the world no impossibilities. For his talents all careers are open doors. When Gorman, M.P., says 'I do it,' the d.a.m.ned thing at once is done. I offer----But no. I do not offer where I trust----I confer upon Gorman, M.P., the Order of the Royal Pink Vulture of Megalia, First Cla.s.s. You are Knight Commander, my friend. You are also Count Gorman if you wish.”

Madame Ypsilante slipped from her chair and knelt down at Gorman's feet. She took his right hand and kissed it with every appearance of fervour.