The Puppet Crown [44]
violence. I shall save him the trouble. I have seen much of the world, Madame--the hard side of it --and, knowing it as I do, it is scarcely probable that I should carry about my person the equivalent of four millions of crowns."
"Well, Madame," said the Colonel, pushing his belt closer about his hips, as a soldier always does when he is on the point of departure, "what he says is true, every word of it. I see nothing more to do at present."
Mademoiselle of the Veil was paying not so much attention to the Colonel's words as she was to Maurice's whistle.
"Monsieur," she said, coldly, "have you no other tune in your repertory?"
"Pardon me!" exclaimed Maurice. "I did not intend to annoy you." He stepped down out of the window.
"You do not annoy me; only the tune grows rather monotonous."
"I will whistle anything you may suggest," he volunteered.
She did not respond to this flippancy, though the pupils of her gray eyes grew large with anger. She walked the length of the room and back.
"Count, what do you think would be most satisfactory to her Highness, under the circumstances?"
"I have yet to hear of her Highness' disapproval of anything you undertake."
"Messieurs, your parole d'honneur, and the freedom of the chateau is yours--within the sentry lines. I wish to make your recollections of the Red Chateau rather pleasant than otherwise. I shall be most happy if you will honor my table with your presence."
The Colonel coughed, Maurice smoothed the back of his head, and Fitzgerald caught up his monocle.
"My word, Madame," said Maurice, "is not worth much, being that of a diplomat, but such as it is it is yours. However, my clothes are scarcely presentable," which was true enough. Several buttons were missing, and the collar hung by a thread.
"That can be easily remedied," said she. "There are several new hussar uniforms in the armory."
"O, Madame, and you will permit me to wear one of those gay uniforms of light blue and silver lace?"
The Colonel looked thoughtfully at Maurice. He was too much a banterer himself to miss the undercurrent of raillery. He eyed Madame discreetly; he saw that she had accepted merely the surface tones.
"And you will wear one, too, Jack?" said Maurice.
"No, thank you. I pass my word, Madame; I do not like confinement."
"Well, then, the count will shortly return and establish you in better quarters. Let us suppose you are my guests for a--a fortnight. Since both of us are right, since neither your cause nor mine is wrong, an armistice! Ah! I forgot. The east corridor on the third floor is forbidden you. Should you mistake and go that way, a guard will direct you properly. Messieurs, till dinner!" and with a smile which illumined her face as a sudden burst of sunshine flashes across a hillside, she passed out of the room, followed by her henchman, who had not yet put aside the thoughtful repose of his countenance.
"A house party," said Maurice, when he could no longer hear their footsteps. "And what the deuce have they got so valuable in the east corridor on the third floor?"
"It's small matter to me," said Fitzgerald tranquilly. "The main fact is that she has given up her game."
Said Maurice, his face expressing both pity and astonishment: "My dear, dear John! Didn't you see that woman's eyes, her hair, her chin, her nose?"
"Well?"
"True; you haven't had any experience with petticoats. This woman will rend heaven and earth rather than relinquish her projects, or rather those of her mistress. I should like to see this duchess, who shows a fine discernment in the selection of her assistants. Beware of the woman who is frankly your enemy. If she is frank, it is because she is confident of the end; if not, she is frank in order to disarm us of the suspicion of cunning. I would give much to know the true meaning of this house party."
"Hang me if I can see what difference it makes. She can not do anything either by frankness or by cunning."
"She gathered us in neatly, this red-haired
"Well, Madame," said the Colonel, pushing his belt closer about his hips, as a soldier always does when he is on the point of departure, "what he says is true, every word of it. I see nothing more to do at present."
Mademoiselle of the Veil was paying not so much attention to the Colonel's words as she was to Maurice's whistle.
"Monsieur," she said, coldly, "have you no other tune in your repertory?"
"Pardon me!" exclaimed Maurice. "I did not intend to annoy you." He stepped down out of the window.
"You do not annoy me; only the tune grows rather monotonous."
"I will whistle anything you may suggest," he volunteered.
She did not respond to this flippancy, though the pupils of her gray eyes grew large with anger. She walked the length of the room and back.
"Count, what do you think would be most satisfactory to her Highness, under the circumstances?"
"I have yet to hear of her Highness' disapproval of anything you undertake."
"Messieurs, your parole d'honneur, and the freedom of the chateau is yours--within the sentry lines. I wish to make your recollections of the Red Chateau rather pleasant than otherwise. I shall be most happy if you will honor my table with your presence."
The Colonel coughed, Maurice smoothed the back of his head, and Fitzgerald caught up his monocle.
"My word, Madame," said Maurice, "is not worth much, being that of a diplomat, but such as it is it is yours. However, my clothes are scarcely presentable," which was true enough. Several buttons were missing, and the collar hung by a thread.
"That can be easily remedied," said she. "There are several new hussar uniforms in the armory."
"O, Madame, and you will permit me to wear one of those gay uniforms of light blue and silver lace?"
The Colonel looked thoughtfully at Maurice. He was too much a banterer himself to miss the undercurrent of raillery. He eyed Madame discreetly; he saw that she had accepted merely the surface tones.
"And you will wear one, too, Jack?" said Maurice.
"No, thank you. I pass my word, Madame; I do not like confinement."
"Well, then, the count will shortly return and establish you in better quarters. Let us suppose you are my guests for a--a fortnight. Since both of us are right, since neither your cause nor mine is wrong, an armistice! Ah! I forgot. The east corridor on the third floor is forbidden you. Should you mistake and go that way, a guard will direct you properly. Messieurs, till dinner!" and with a smile which illumined her face as a sudden burst of sunshine flashes across a hillside, she passed out of the room, followed by her henchman, who had not yet put aside the thoughtful repose of his countenance.
"A house party," said Maurice, when he could no longer hear their footsteps. "And what the deuce have they got so valuable in the east corridor on the third floor?"
"It's small matter to me," said Fitzgerald tranquilly. "The main fact is that she has given up her game."
Said Maurice, his face expressing both pity and astonishment: "My dear, dear John! Didn't you see that woman's eyes, her hair, her chin, her nose?"
"Well?"
"True; you haven't had any experience with petticoats. This woman will rend heaven and earth rather than relinquish her projects, or rather those of her mistress. I should like to see this duchess, who shows a fine discernment in the selection of her assistants. Beware of the woman who is frankly your enemy. If she is frank, it is because she is confident of the end; if not, she is frank in order to disarm us of the suspicion of cunning. I would give much to know the true meaning of this house party."
"Hang me if I can see what difference it makes. She can not do anything either by frankness or by cunning."
"She gathered us in neatly, this red-haired