A few lights twinkled through the branches from the direction of the house, and the shape of the large conservatory1 was dimly outlined, as though there were blinds within, partially2 covering the glass.
“Yes,” said Martin, carefully closing the door behind him. “You find me in sole possession. My father and sister have gone to a reception—a semi-political affair at which they are compelled to put in an appearance. It only began at half-past nine. They will not be home till midnight. Mind those branches, Cartoner! You will come in, of course.”
And he hurried on again to open the next door.
“Thank you, for a few minutes,” answered Deulin, and seeing a movement of dissent3 on Cartoner's part, he laid his hand on his arm.
“It is better,” he said, in an undertone. “It will put them completely off the scent4. There are sure to be more than two in it.”
So, reluctantly, Cartoner followed Martin into the Bukaty Palace for the first time.
“Come,” said the young prince, “into the drawing-room. I see they have left the lights on there.”
He pushed open the door of the long, bare room, and stood aside to allow his guests to pass.
“Holloa!” he exclaimed, an instant later, following them into the room.
At the far end of it, where two large folding-doors opened to the conservatory, half turning to see who came, stood Wanda. She had some flowers in her hand, which she had just taken from her dress.
“Back again already?” asked Martin, in surprise.
“Yes,” answered Wanda. “There were some people there he did not want to meet, so we came away again at once.”
“But I thought they could not possibly be there.”
“They got there,” answered Wanda, “by some ill chance, from Petersburg, just in time.”
“It is not such an ill chance, after all,” said Deulin, “since it gives us the opportunity of seeing you. Where is your father?”
“He is in his study.”
“I rather want to see him,” said Deulin, looking at Martin.
“Come along, then,” was the answer. “He will be glad to see you. It will cheer him up.”
And Wanda and Cartoner were left alone. It had all come about quickly and simply—so much quicker and simpler than human plans are the plans of Heaven.
Wanda, still standing6 in the doorway7 of the conservatory, of which the warm, scented8 air swept out past her into the great room, watched her brother and Deulin go and close the door behind them. She turned to Cartoner with a smile as if about to speak; but she saw his face, and she said nothing, and her own slowly grew grave.
He came towards her, upright and still and thoughtful. She did not look at him, but past him towards the closed door. He only looked at her with quiet, remembering eyes. Then he went straight to the point, as was his habit.
“I was wrong,” he said, “when I said that fate could be hampered10 by action. Nothing can hamper9 it. For fate has brought me here again.”
He stood before her, and the attitude in some way conveyed that by the word “here” he only thought and meant near to her. There was a strange look in her eyes of suspense11 and fear, and something else which needs no telling to such as have seen it, and cannot be conveyed in words to those who have not.
She gave a little nod, and still looked past him towards the door with deep, submissive eyes. One would have thought that she had done something wrong which was being brought home to her. Explain the thought, who can!
“I made another mistake,” he said. “Have been acting15 on it for years. I thought that a career was everything. I dreamed, I suppose, of an embassy—of a viceroyalty, perhaps—when I was quite young, and thought the world was easy to conquer. All that . . . vanished when I saw you. If it comes, well and good. I should like it. Not for my own sake.”
She made a little movement, and her eyelids16 flickered17. Ah! that clear understanding, which poor humanity cannot put into words!
“If it doesn't come”—he paused, and snapped the finger and thumb that hung quiescent18 at his side—“well and good. I shall have lived. I shall have known what life is meant to be. I shall have been the happiest man in the world.”
He spoke slowly in his gently abrupt12 way. Practice in a difficult profession had taught him to weigh every word he uttered. He had never been known to say more than he meant.
“There never has been anybody else,” he continued. “All that side of life was quite blank. The world was empty until you came and filled it, at Lady Orlay's that afternoon. I had come half round the world—you had come across Europe. And fate had fixed19 that I should meet you there. At first I did not believe. I thought it was a mistake—that we should drift apart again. Then came my orders to leave for Warsaw. I knew then that you would inevitably20 return. Still I tried to get out of it—fought against it—tried to avoid you. And you knew what it all came to.”
She nodded again, and still did not meet his eyes. She had not spoken to him since he entered the room.
“There never can be anybody else,” he said. “How could there be?”
And the abrupt laugh that followed the question made her catch her breath. She had, then, the knowledge given to so few, that so far as this one fellow-creature was concerned she was the whole earth—that he was thrusting upon her the greatest responsibility that the soul can carry. For to love is as difficult as it is rare, but to be worthy21 of love is infinitely22 harder.
“I knew from the first,” he continued, “that there is no hope. Whichever way we turn there is no hope. I can spare you the task of telling me that.”
She turned her eyes to his at last.
“You knew?” she asked, speaking for the first time.
“I know the history of Poland,” he said, quietly. “The country must have your father—your father needs you. I could not ask you to give up Poland—you know that.”
They stood in silence for a few moments. They had had so little time together that they must needs have learned to understand each other in absence. The friendship that grows in absence and the love that comes to life between two people who are apart, are the love and friendship which raise men to such heights as human nature is permitted to attain23.
“And if I asked you I should not love you. If you loved me, you would one day cease to do so; for you would remember what I had asked you. There would be a sort of flaw, and you would discover it—and that would be the end.”
“Is it so delicate as that?” she asked.
“It is the frailest25 thing in the world—and the strongest,” he answered, with his thoughtful smile. “It is a very delicate sort of—thought, which is given to two people to take care of. And they never seem to succeed in keeping it even passably intact—and not one couple in a million carry it through life unhurt. And the injuries never come from the outer world, but from themselves.”
“Where did you learn all that?” she asked, looking at him with her shrewd, smiling eyes.
“You taught me.”
“But you have a terribly high ideal.”
“Yes.”
“Are you sure you do not expect the impossible?”
“Quite.”
She shook her head doubtfully.
“Are you sure you will never have to compromise? All the world compromises.”
“With its conscience,” said Cartoner. “And look at the result.”
“Then you are good,” she returned, looking at him with a speculative26 gravity, “as well as concise—and rather masterful.”
“It is clear,” he said, “that a man who persuades a woman to marry against her inclination27, or her conviction, or her conscience, is seeking her unhappiness and his own.”
“Ah!” she cried. “But you ask for a great deal.”
“I ask for love.”
“And,” she said, going past that question, “no obstacles.”
“No obstacles that both could not conscientiously28 face and set aside.”
“And if one such object—quite a small one—should be found?”
“Then they must be content with love alone.”
Wanda turned from him, and fell into thought for some moments. They seemed to be feeling their way forward on that difficult road where so many hasten and such numbers fall.
“You have a way,” she said, “of putting into words—so few words—what others only half think, and do not half attempt to act up to. If they did—there would, perhaps, be no marriages.”
“There would be no unhappy ones,” said Cartoner.
“And it is better to be content with love alone?”
“Content,” was his sole answer.
Again she thought in silence for quite a long time, although their moments were so few. A clock on the mantel-piece struck half-past ten. Cartoner had bidden Joseph P. Mangles29 good-night only half an hour earlier, and his life had been in peril—he had been down to the depths and up to the heights since then. When the gods arrive they act quickly.
“So that is your creed,” she said at length. “And there is no compromise?”
“None,” he answered.
And she smiled suddenly at the monosyllable reply. She had had to deal with men of no compromise more than the majority of villa-dwelling women have the opportunity of doing, and she knew, perhaps, that such are the backbone30 of human nature.
“Ah!” she said, with a quick sigh, as she turned and looked down the length of the long, lamp-lit room. “You are strong—you are strong for two.”
He shook his head in negation31, for he knew that hers was that fine, steely strength of women which endures a strain all through a lifetime of which the world knows nothing. Then, acting up to her own creed of seeking always the clear understanding, she returned to the point they had left untouched.
“And if two people had between them,” she suggested, wonderingly, “that with which you say they might be content, if they had it, and were sure they had it, and had with it a perfect trust in each other, but knew that they could never have more, could they be happy?”
“They could be happier than nearly everybody else in the world,” he answered.
“And if they had to go on all their lives—and if one lived in London and the other in Warsaw—Warsaw?”
“They could still be happy.”
“If she—alone at one end of Europe—” asked Wanda, with her worldly-wise searching into detail—“if she saw slowly vanishing those small attractions which belong to youth, for which he might care, perhaps?”
“She could still be happy.”
“And he? If he experienced a check in his career, or had some misfortune, and felt lonely and disappointed—and there was no one near to—to take care of him?”
“He could still be happy—if—”
“If—?”
“If he knew that she loved him,” replied Cartoner, slowly.
Wanda turned and looked at him with an odd little laugh, and there were tears in her eyes.
“Oh! you may know that,” she said, suddenly descending32 from the uncertain heights of generality. “You may be quite sure of that. If that is what you want.”
“That is what I want.”
As he spoke he took her hand and slowly raised it to his lips. She looked at his bent33 head, and when her eyes rested on the gray hairs at his temples, they lighted suddenly with a gleam which was strangely protecting and dimly maternal34.
“I want you to go away from Warsaw,” she said. “I would rather you went even if you say—that you are afraid to stay.”
“I cannot say that.”
“Besides,” she added, with her head held high, “they would not believe you if you did.”
“I promise you,” he answered, “not to run any risks, to take every care. But we must not see each other. I may have to go away without seeing you.”
She gave a little nod of comprehension, and held her lips between her teeth. She was looking towards the door; for she had heard voices in that direction.
“I should like,” she said, “to make you a promise in return. It would give me great satisfaction. Some day you may, perhaps, be glad to remember it.”
The voices were approaching. It was Deulin's voice, and he seemed to be speaking unnecessarily loud.
“I promise you,” said Wanda, with unfathomable eyes, “never to marry anybody else.”
And the door opened, giving admittance to Deulin, who was laughing and talking. He came forward looking, not at Wanda and Cartoner, but at the clock.
“To your tents, O Israel!” he said.
Cartoner said good-night at once, and went to the door. For a moment Deulin was left alone with Wanda. He went to a side-table, where he had laid his sword-stick. He took it up, and slowly turned it in his hand.
“Wanda,” he said, “remember me in your prayers to-night!”
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suspense
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