Two days later Olga zu Lynar was seated by her fireside in the home of her choice in the Swabian Alb, where the March day had none of the sunlight and fragrance1 of Monte Carlo. Snow was still deep in the passes of the hills, and blocks of ice were breaking up on all the rivers. The great oak and pine-woods were black against heavy storm clouds, and enclosed the landscape on all sides save one, where they were cleft2 abruptly3 by a narrow gorge4, which alone gave access to the world beyond.
The news of her father’s end at Monte Carlo had intensified5 the melancholy6 of her thoughts. She had always hoped whilst he lived that some revelation, some atonement, might come from him.
He was dead; and death carries with it its own depression, its own hopelessness. Death in her father’s case seemed to her intensified in horror, because it was the end of a base, valueless, miserable7 life. It filled her with the same sort of despair which Hurstmanceaux had felt on hearing that Cocky was dying at Staghurst.
Nothing could be undone8; nothing could be atoned9 for; nothing could be explained: he was dead in a gambling10 place; and had left no message for her. The German consul11 had telegraphed to her that there had been no papers found anywhere except the official declarations of his birth and rank.
She had never expected anything, and yet now that he was dead, in unforgiving and unconfessing silence, she felt as if some added hopelessness settled down on her. She was still young in years, she had the kind of beauty which never wholly passes away, she had wealth, and she could have found many who would have willingly aided her to forget and make her life anew. But she had no wish to do so. She was proud, and she would not have returned to the world on sufferance, to be pointed12 out and whispered about. She preferred the sombre, mediæval[552] loneliness of her Swabian solitude13, where the household honored and the peasantry loved her. To them she was the Countess Olga zu Lynar, whom they had served and cherished and admired ever since she had been a young child riding through the forests and climbing up the braes. For them she was the daughter of their dear and revered14 lady; of Prince Khris they had known little. Their affection and respect were feudal15; and if any stranger had said an injurious word of her in the woods round Schloss Lynar, he would have found a deep and a sure grave in the rushing waters of their mountain streams.
Here, if she did not find peace, she found what most resemble it: security, repose16, and uninterrupted thought.
The death of her father rudely disturbed that calmness, because it awakened17 the passion and sorrows of the past as a single rifleshot would wake all the sleeping echoes of the hills and woods.
She sat beside the hearth18, a boarhound stretched out in the warmth at her feet; the dull grey day seeming evening as its light came through the panes19 of the deep mullioned windows. Where she sat was the old Rittersaäl of the castle, with the armor, the shields, and the banners of a hundred forgotten battles ranged down the oaken walls. She had touched nothing. She had left it all as her grandfather had found and left it. It was gloomy, but she liked the gloom. It hurt her less than light and movement and modern luxuries, which were in such cruelly ironical20 mockery of her own sorrow.
As she sat thus, her long cloth fur-bordered skirts falling about her feet, and the fire light shining on her face, the dog sprang up with a loud rolling bark and rushed from the hall. She heard wheels on the rarely used and lonely drive, which passed round under the trees to the chief entrance on the other side of the house.
Who could it be? No one ever came there except some man of business. No doubt it was some consul, or some lawyer, come to speak of Prince Khristof’s funeral, and be paid for it.
But she heard a voice say in the outer hall beyond in speaking to the dog:
“What Oscar, good Oscar, have you not forgotten?”
[553]The sound of the voice made her heart stand still.
It was eight long years since she had heard it. Was she sane21? Was she in her senses? Did she only dream, awake, as she had so often dreamed in sleep all vainly?
She stood in the centre of the great dark hall and saw, as through a mist, a person enter. She saw him put back the servants with a gesture, she saw him turn and close the door and remain motionless, the dog leaping upon him; but she saw it all as in a cloud, as though many, many miles away, and she felt that it was only a vision which would fade and pass, like so many other visions of her lonely nights.
He who had entered hesitated still some moments; then he drew nearer.
“Olga,” he said timidly: “Olga, can you forgive?”
She fell forward insensible into his outstretched arms.
She had dreamed vainly of reunion for so long; and at last the dream had come true.
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