It was here, namely, on the island of Christeffsky, that a great ice fjte was held on the day preceding the departure of the Howard Alexis household for Tver. The fjte was given by one of the foreign ambassadors—a gentleman whose wife was accredited2 to the first place in Petersburg society. It was absolutely necessary, Steinmetz averred3, for the whole Howard Alexis party to put in an appearance.
The fjte was supposed to begin at four in the afternoon, and by five o’clock all St. Petersburg—all, c’est ` dire4, worthy5 of mention in that aristocratic city—had arrived. One may be sure Claude de Chauxville arrived early, in beautiful furs with a pair of silver-plated skates under his arm. He was an influential6 member of the Cercle des Patineurs in Paris. Steinmetz arrived soon after, to look on, as he told his many friends. He was, he averred, too stout7 to skate and too heavy for the little iron sleds on the ice-hills.
“No, no!” he said, “there is nothing left for me but to watch. I shall watch De Chauxville,” he added, turning to that graceful8 skater with a grim smile. De Chauxville nodded and laughed.
“You have been doing that any time this twenty years, mon ami,” he said, as he stood upright on his skates and described an easy little figure on the outside edge backward.
“And have always found you on slippery ground.”
“And never a fall,” said De Chauxville over his shoulder, as he shot away across the brilliantly lighted pond.
It was quite dark. A young moon was rising over the city, throwing out in dark relief against the sky a hundred steeples and domes9. The long, thin spire10 of the Fortress11 Church—the tomb of the Romanoffs—shot up into the heavens like a dagger12. Near at hand, a thousand electric lights and colored lanterns, cunningly swung on the branches of the pines, made a veritable fairyland. The ceaseless song of the skates, on ice as hard as iron, mingled13 with the strains of a band playing in a kiosk with open windows. From the ice-hills came the swishing scream of the iron runners down the terrific slope. The Russians are a people of great emotions. There is a candor14 in their recognition of the needs of the senses which does not obtain in our self-conscious nature. These strangely constituted people of the North—a budding nation, a nation which shall some day overrun the world—are easily intoxicated15. And there is a deliberation about their methods of seeking this enjoyment16 which appears at times almost brutal17. There is nothing more characteristic than the ice-hill.
Imagine a slope as steep as a roof, paved with solid blocks of ice, which are subsequently frozen together by flooding with water; imagine a sledge18 with steel runners polished like a knife; imagine a thousand lights on either side of this glittering path, and you have some idea of an ice-hill. It is certainly the strongest form of excitement imaginable—next, perhaps, to whale-fishing.
There is no question of breathing, once the sledge has been started by the attendant. The sensation is somewhat suggestive of a fall from a balloon, and yet one goes to the top again, as surely as the drunkard will return to his bottle. Fox-hunting is child’s play to it, and yet grave men have prayed that they might die in pink.
“Will you take me down?” asked Maggie Delafield.
He turned and smiled at her—fresh and blooming in her furs.
“No, my dear young lady. But thank you for suggesting it.”
“Is it very dangerous?”
“Very. But I think you ought to try it. It is a revelation. It is an epoch20 in your life. When I was a younger man I used to sneak21 away to an ice-hill where I was not known, and spend hours of the keenest enjoyment. Where is Paul?”
“He has just gone over there with Etta.”
“She refuses to go?”
“Yes,” answered Maggie.
Steinmetz looked down at his companion with his smile of quiet resignation.
“You tell me you are afraid of mice,” he said.
“I hate mice,” she replied. “Yes—I suppose I am afraid of them.”
“The princess is not afraid of rats—she is afraid of very little, the princess—and yet she will not go on the ice-hill. What strange creatures, mademoiselle! Come, let us look for Paul. He is the only man who may be trusted to take you down.”
They found Paul and Etta together in one of the brilliantly lighted kiosks where refreshments22 were being served, all hot and steaming, by fur-clad servants. It was a singular scene. If a coffee-cup was left for a few moments on the table by the watchful23 servitors, the spoon froze to the saucer. The refreshments—bread and butter, dainty sandwiches of caviare, of pbti de foie gras, of a thousand delicatessen from Berlin and Petersburg—were kept from freezing on hot-water dishes. The whole scene was typical of life in the northern capital, where wealth wages a successful fight against climate. Open fires burned brilliantly in iron tripods within the doorway24 of the tent, and at intervals25 in the gardens. In a large hall a string band consoled those whose years or lungs would not permit of the more vigorous out-door entertainments.
Steinmetz made known to Paul Maggie’s desire to risk her life on the ice-hills, and gallantly26 proposed to take care of the princess until his return.
“Then,” said Etta gayly, “you must skate. It is much too cold to stand about. They are going to dance a cotillon.”
Etta spoke28 rapidly, looking round her all the while with the bright enjoyment which overspreads the faces of some women at almost any form of entertainment, provided there be music, brilliant lights, and a crowd of people. One cannot help wondering a little what the minds of such fair ladies must consist of, to be thrown off their balance by such outward influences. Etta’s eyes gleamed with excitement. She was beautifully dressed in furs, which adornment29 she was tall and stately enough to carry to full advantage. She held her graceful head with regal hauteur30, every inch a princess. She was enjoying her keenest pleasure—a social triumph. No whisper escaped her, no glance, no nudge of admiring or envious31 notice. On Steinmetz’s arm she passed out of the tent; the touch of her hand on his sleeve reminded him of a thoroughbred horse stepping on to turf, so full of life, of electric thrill, of excitement was it. But then, Karl Steinmetz was a cynic. No one else could have thought of comparing Etta’s self-complaisant humor to that of a horse in a racing32 paddock.
They procured33 skates and glided34 off hand in hand, equally proficient35, equally practised, maybe on this same lake; for both had learned to skate in Russia.
They talked only of the present, of the brilliancy of the fjte, of the music, of the thousand lights. Etta was quite incapable36 of thinking or talking of any other subject at that moment.
Steinmetz distinguished37 Claude de Chauxville easily enough, and avoided him with some success for a short time. But De Chauxville soon caught sight of them.
“Here is M. de Chauxville,” said Etta, with a pleased ring in her voice. “Leave me with him. I expect you are tired.”
“I am not tired, but I am obedient,” replied Steinmetz, as the Frenchman came up with his fur cap in his hand, bowing gracefully38. Claude de Chauxville usually overdid39 things. There is something honest in a clumsy bow which had no place in his courtly obeisance40.
Although Steinmetz continued to skate in a leisurely41 way, he also held to his original intention of looking on. He saw Paul and Maggie come back to the edge of the lake, accompanied by an English lady of some importance in Russia, with whom Maggie presently went away to the concert-room.
Steinmetz glided up to Paul, who was lighting42 a cigarette at the edge of the pond, where an attendant stood by an open wood fire with cigarettes and hot beverages43.
“Get a pair of skates,” said the German. “This ice is marvellous—colossa-a-a-l.”
He amused himself with describing figures, like a huge grave-minded boy, until Paul joined him.
“Where is Etta?” asked the prince at once.
“Over there with De Chauxville.”
Paul said nothing for a few moments. They skated side by side round the lake. It was too cold to stand still even for a minute.
“I told you,” remarked Paul at length, “that that fellow is coming to Thors.”
“I wish he would go to the devil,” said Steinmetz.
“No doubt he will in time,” answered Paul carelessly.
“Yes; but not soon enough. I assure you, Paul, I do not like it. We are just in that position that the least breath of suspicion will get us into endless trouble. The authorities know that Stipan Lanovitch has escaped. At any moment the Charity League scandal may be resuscitated44. We do not want fellows like De Chauxville prowling about. I know the man. He is a d—d scoundrel who would sell his immortal45 soul if he could get a bid for it. What is he coming to Thors for? He is not a sportsman; why, he would be afraid of a cock pheasant, though he would be plucky46 enough among the hens. You don’t imagine he is in love with Catrina, do you?”
“No,” said Paul sharply, “I don’t.”
Steinmetz raised his bushy eyebrows47. Etta and De Chauxville skated past them at that moment, laughing gayly.
“I have been thinking about it,” went on Steinmetz, “and I have come to the conclusion that our friend hates you personally. He has a grudge48 against you of some sort. Of course he hates me—cela va sans dire. He has come to Russia to watch us. That I am convinced of. He has come here bent49 on mischief50. It may be that he is hard up and is to be bought. He is always to be bought, ce bon De Chauxville, at a price. We shall see.”
Steinmetz paused and glanced at Paul. He could not tell him more. He could not tell him that his wife had sold the Charity League papers to those who wanted them. He could not tell him all that he knew of Etta’s past. None of these things could Karl Steinmetz, in the philosophy that was his, tell to the person whom they most concerned. And who are we that we may hold him wrong? The question of telling and withholding51 is not to be dismissed in a few words. But it seems very certain that there is too much telling, too much speaking out, and too little holding in, in these days of much publicity52. There is a school of speakers-out, and would to Heaven they would learn to hold their tongues. There is a school for calling a spade by no other name, and they have still to learn that the world is by no means interested in their clatter53 of shovels54.
The Psalmist knew much of which he did not write, and the young men of the modern school of poesy and fiction know no more, but they lack the good taste of the singer of old. That is all.
Karl Steinmetz was a man who formed his opinion on the best basis—namely, experience, and that had taught him that a bold reticence55 does less harm to one’s neighbor than a weak volubility.
Paul was an easy subject for such treatment. His own method inclined to err1 on the side of reticence. He gave few confidences and asked none, as is the habit of Englishmen.
“Well,” he said, “I do not suppose he will stay long at Thors, and I know that he will not stay at all at Osterno. Besides, what harm can he actually do to us? He cannot well go about making enquiries. To begin with, he knows no Russian.”
“I doubt that,” put in Steinmetz.
“And, even if he does, he cannot come poking56 about in Osterno. Catrina will give him no information. Maggie hates him. You and I know him. There is only the countess.”
“Who will tell him all she knows! She would render that service to a drosky driver.”
There was no mention of Etta. They stood side by side, both thinking of her, both looking at her, as she skated with De Chauxville. There lay the danger, and they both knew it. But she was the wife of one of them and their lips were necessarily sealed.
“And it will be permitted,” Claude de Chauxville happened to be saying at that moment, “that I call and pay my respects to an exiled princess?”
“There will be difficulties,” answered Etta, in that tone which makes it necessary to protest that difficulties are nothing under some circumstances—the which De Chauxville duly protested with much fervor58.
“Well, they might.”
“They might if—well—”
He left the sentence unfinished—the last resource of the sneak and the coward who wishes to reserve to himself the letter of the denial in the spirit of the meanest lie.
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