And send abroad to see and to be seen,
They seem almost as natural as our own.—Churchill.
On the next morning, Vinal, Morton, and two other young Americans were seated together in the coffee room at Meurice's. They were discussing plans of travel.
"Then you don't intend to stay long in Paris," said one of the strangers to Morton.
"Not at present. I shall set out in a few days for Vienna, and then go down the Danube."
"That's an original idea. What will you find there worth seeing?"
"It's a fancy of mine. There is no place in Europe where one can see such a conglomerate2 of nations and races as in the provinces along the Danube. I like to see the human animal in all his varieties,—that's my specialty3."
"But what facilities will you find there for travelling?"
"O, I shall be content with any that offer; the vehicles of the country, whatever they are. I don't believe in travelling en grand seigneur. By mixing with the people, and doing at Rome as the Romans do, one learns in a month more than he could learn in ten years by the other way."
"You'll take your servant with you, I suppose."
"No. I shall discharge him when I leave Paris."
After conversing4 for some time longer, Morton and the two young men left the room, while Vinal still remained faithful to the attractions of his omelet. He was interrupted by the advent5 of the small man who had accosted6 Morton in the steamer, and had since favored him with his company from Liverpool to Paris.
"Well, here's a pretty business, damned if there isn't," said the new arrival, seating himself indignantly.
"What's the matter?" asked Vinal.
"What's the matter! Why, there's a good deal the matter. There was a young man in Philadelphy named Wilkins,—John Wilkins,—I've known him ever sence he was knee high to a toad7, and a likelier young feller there isn't in the States. He was goin' on to make a right smart, active, business man, too. Well, he was clerk in one of the biggest drug concerns south of New York city,—Gooch and Scammony,—I tell you, they do a tall business out west, and no mistake. No, sir, Gooch and Scammony ain't hardly got their beat in the drug business nowhere."
"But what about the clerk?"
"What about him? Why, that's just what I was going on to tell you. Well, John, he had a little money laid up; so he thought he'd just come out and see a bit of the world. Well, there was a German there at Philadelphy who had to cut stick from the old country on account of some political muss or other. John and he worn't on good terms;—it was about a gal8, John says. However, jest about the time John talked of coming out to Europe, the German comes and makes it up, and pretends to be friends again. 'John,' says he, 'I've got relations out to Vienny, where I come from; first-rate, genteel folks; now,' says he, 'perhaps you might like me to make you acquainted with 'em. They'd do the handsome thing by you, and no mistake.' 'Well,' says John, 'I don't mind if you do.' So the German gives him some letters; and, sure enough, they treated him very civil; but the very next morning, before he was out of bed, up comes the police, and carries him off to jail; and that, I guess, would have been about the last we'd ever have seen of John Wilkins, if, by the slimmest ghost of a chance, he hadn't got word to our minister, and the minister blowed out so hard about it, that they just let John go, and said they was very sorry, and it was all a mistake, but he'd better make tracks out of Austria in double quick time, because if he didn't, they didn't know as there was any body there would undertake to be responsible for what might happen."
Here the orator's breath quite failed, and he coughed till his hatchet9 face turned blue. Vinal reflected in silence.
"Wasn't he an Amerikin?" pursued the small man, "and didn't he have an Amerikin passport in his pocket? I expect to go where I please, and keep what company I please,—uh,—uh,—uh. I'm an Amerikin,—uh,—and that's enough; and a considerable wide margin10 to spare,—uh,—uh,—uh."
"But what evidence is there that the German had any thing to do with the affair?"
"That's the deused part of the business. There ain't no evidence to fix it on him."
"Were the letters he gave your friend sealed?"
"Not a bit of it. They was open, and read jest as fair as need be."
"Probably he was imprudent, and said something which compromised him. Stone walls, you know, have ears in Austria."
"Well, I don't know."
"It is very easy for an American to get into trouble with the Austrian government. There is a natural antipathy11 between them."
"Damn such a government."
"Exactly; you're quite right there."
"Why, if you or me was to go down to Austria, and happen to rip out what we thought of 'em, where's the guarantee that they wouldn't stick us down in some of their prisons, and nobody be any wiser for it?"
"There is no guarantee at all."
"I've heerd said that such things has happened."
"No doubt of it. About this German,—I should advise your friend to be cautious how he accuses him of any intention of having him arrested. If the letters had been sealed, there might have been some ground for suspicion; but as the case stands, I do not see how there can be any. And it is a little hard upon a man, when he meant to do a kindness, to charge him with playing such a trick as that."
"Well, it may be as you think. It looks like enough, any way."
The small man addressed himself to his breakfast. Vinal sat playing with his spoon, his brain filled with busy and feverish12 thoughts.
In a few minutes, a messenger from an American banking13 house came in, looking about the room as if in search of some person. Observing Vinal, whom he had seen before, he asked if he knew where Mr. Morton was.
"Letters there for me?" demanded Vinal, taking several which the messenger held in his hand, and glancing over the directions.
"No, sir, they are all Mr. Morton's."
At that instant Vinal discovered the well-remembered handwriting of Edith Leslie. His pale face grew a shade paler.
"O, Mr. Morton's! I don't know where you will find him," and he gave back the letters to the messenger, who presently left the room.
Vinal sat for a few minutes more, brooding in silence; then slowly rose, and walked away. In going towards the room of the hotel which he occupied, he passed along a corridor, opposite the end of which opened a parlor14 occupied by Morton. The door was open, and Vinal, as he advanced, could plainly see his rival within. Morton had been on the point of going out. His hat and gloves lay on the table at his side; near them were three or four sealed letters; another—Vinal well knew from whom—was open in his hands; and as he stood bending over it, there was a sunlight in the eye of the successful lover which shot deadly envy into the breast of Vinal. Hate and jealousy15 gnawed16 and rankled17 at his heart.
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