Part 31 (2/2)

”You will go back to Dantzig,” he asked, ”at once?”

He carefully avoided looking at her, though he need not have feared that she would have allowed her eyes to meet his. And thus they stood, looking downward to the fire--alone in a world that heeded them not, and would forget them in a week--and made their choice of a life.

”Yes,” she answered.

He stood thinking for a moment. He was quite practical and matter-of-fact; and had the air of a man of action rather than of one who deals in thoughts, and twists them hither and thither so that good is made to look ridiculous, and bad is tricked out with a fine new name.

He frowned as he looked at the fire with eyes that flitted from one object to another, as men's eyes do who think of action and not of thought. This was the sailor--second to none in the shallow northern sea, where all marks had been removed, and every light extinguished--accustomed to facing danger and avoiding it, to foresee remote contingencies and provide against them, day and night, week in, week out; a sailor, careful and intrepid. He had the air of being capable of that concentration without which no man can hope to steer a clear course at all.

”The horses that brought you from Marienwerder will not be fit for the road till to-morrow morning,” he said. ”I will take you back to Thorn at once, and--leave you there with Barlasch.”

He glanced towards her, and she nodded, as if acknowledging the sureness and steadiness of the hand at the helm.

”You can start early to-morrow morning, and be in Dantzig to-morrow night.”

They stood side by side in silence for some minutes. He was still thinking of her journey--of the dangers and the difficulties of that longer journey through life without landmark or light to guide her.

”And you?” she asked curtly.

He did not reply at once but busied himself with his ponderous fur coat, which he b.u.t.toned, as if bracing himself for the start. Beneath her lashes she looked sideways at the deliberate hands and the lean strong face, burnt to a red-brown by sun and snow, half hidden in the fur collar of his worn and weather-beaten coat.

”Konigsberg,” he answered, ”and Riga.”

A light pa.s.sed through her watching eyes, usually so kind and gay; like the gleam of jealousy.

”Your s.h.i.+p?” she asked sharply.

”Yes,” he answered, as the innkeeper came to tell them that their sleigh awaited them.

It was snowing now, and a whistling, fitful wind swept down the valley of the Vistula from Poland and the far Carpathians which made the travellers crouch low in the sleigh and rendered talk impossible, had there been anything to say. But there was nothing.

They found Barlasch asleep where they had left him in the inn at Thorn, on the floor against the stove. He roused himself with the quickness and completeness of one accustomed to brief and broken rest, and stood up shaking himself in his clothes, like a dog with a heavy coat. He took no notice of D'Arragon, but looked at Desiree with questioning eyes.

”It was not the Captain?” he asked.

And Desiree shook her head. Louis was standing near the door giving orders to the landlady of the inn--a kindly Pomeranian, clean and slow--for Desiree's comfort till the next morning.

Barlasch went close to Desiree, and, nudging her arm with exaggerated cunning, whispered--

”Who was it?”

”Colonel de Casimir.”

”With the two carriages and the treasure from Moscow?” asked Barlasch, watching Louis out of the corner of one eye, to make sure that he did not hear. It did not matter whether he heard or not, but Barlasch came of a peasant stock that always speaks of money in a whisper. And when Desiree nodded, he cut short the conversation.

The hostess came forward to tell Desiree that her room was ready, kindly suggesting that the ”gnadiges Fraulein” must need sleep and rest.

Desiree knew that Louis would go on to Konigsberg at once. She wondered whether she should ever see him again--long afterwards, perhaps, when all this would seem like a dream. Barlasch, breathing noisily on his frost-bitten fingers, was watching them. Desiree shook hands with Louis in an odd silence, and, turning on her heel, followed the woman out of the room without looking back.

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