CHAPTER XXXV
While his late worshippers were trampling his memory in the mire, theBaron von Blitzenberg, deserted and dejected, his face still buried inhis hands, endured the slow passage of the doleful afternoon. Unlike theprisoner at The Lash, who, by a coincidence that happily illustratesthe dispensations of Providence, was undergoing at the same moment anidentical ordeal, the Baron had no optimistic, whimsical philosophy tofall back upon. Instead, he had a most tender sense of personal dignitythat had been egregiously outraged--and also a wife. Indeed, the thoughtof Alicia and of Alicia's parent was alone enough to keep his head boweddown.
"Ach, zey most not know," he muttered. "I shall give mochmoney--hondreds of pound--not to let zem find out. Oh, what for foolhave I been!"
So deeply was he plunged in these sorrowful meditations, and soconstantly were they concerned with the two ladies whose feelings hewished to spare, that when a hum of voices reached his ear, one of themstrangely--even ominously--familiar, he only thought at first that hisimagination had grown morbidly vivid. To dispel the unpleasant fanciessuggested by this imagined voice, he raised his head, and then the nextinstant bounded from his chair.
"Mein Gott!" he muttered, "it is she."
Too thunderstruck to move, he saw his prison door open, and there,behold! stood the Countess of Grillyer, a terrible look upon herhigh-born features, a Darius at either shoulder. In silence theysurveyed one another, and it was Mr. Maddison who spoke first.
"Guess this is a friend of yours," he observed.
One thought and one only filled the prisoner's mind--she must leave him,and immediately.
"No, no; I do not know her!" he cried.
"You do not know me?" repeated the Countess in a voice rich in promise.
"Certainly I do not."
"She knows you all right," said the millionaire.
"Says she does," put in Ri in a lower voice; "but I wouldn't lay muchmoney on her word either."
"Rudolph! You pretend you do not know me?" cried the Countess betweenwrath and bewilderment.
"I never did ever see sochlike a voman before," reiterated the Baron.
"What do you say to that, ma'am?" inquired Mr. Maddison.
"I say--I blush to say--that this wretched young man is my son-in-law,"declared the Countess.
As she had come to the house inquiring merely for Lord Tulliwuddle, andbeen conducted straight to the prisoner's cell, the stupefying effect ofthis announcement may readily be conceived.
"What!" ejaculated the Dariuses.
"It is not true! She is mad! Take her avay, please!" shouted the Baron,now desperate in his resolution to say or do anything, so long as he gotrid of his formidable relative.
The Countess staggered back.
"Is he demented?" she inquired.
"Say, ma'am," put in Ri, "are you the mother of Miss ConstanceHerringay?"
"Of----? I am Lady Grillyer!"
"See here, my good lady, that's going a little too far," said themillionaire not unkindly. "This friend of yours here first calls himselfLord Tulliwuddle, and then the Baron von something or other. Well, now,that's two of the aristocracy in this under-sized apartment already.There's hardly room for a third--see? Can't you be plain Mrs. Smith fora change?"
The Countess tottered.
"Fellow!" she said in a faint voice, "I--I do not understand you."
"Thought that would fetch her down," commented Ri.
"Lead her back to ze train and make her go to London!" pleaded the Baronearnestly.
"You stick to it, you don't know her?" asked Mr. Maddison shrewdly.
"No, no, I do not!"
"Is her name Lady Grillyer?"
"Not more zan it is mine!"
"Rudolph!" gasped the Countess inarticulately. "He is--he WAS my son!"
"Stoff and nonsense!" roared the Baron. "Remove her!--I am tired."
"Well," said Mr. Maddison, "I guess I don't much believe either of you;but whether you know each other or not, you make such a remarkably finecouple that I reckon you'd better get acquainted now. Come, Ri."
And before either Countess or Baron could interpose, their captorshad slipped out, the key was turned, and they were left to the dualenjoyment of the antique apartment.
"Teufel!" shouted the Baron, kicking the door frantically. "Open him,open him! I vill pay you a hondred pound! Goddam! Open!"
But only the gasps of the Countess answered him.
It is generally conceded that if you want to see the full depths ofbrutality latent in man, you must thoroughly frighten him first. Thiscondition the Countess of Grillyer had exactly succeeded in fulfilling,with the consequence that the Baron, hitherto the most complacent andamiable of sons-in-law, seemed ambitious of rivalling the Turk. When heperceived that no answer to his appeals was forthcoming, dark despairfor a moment overcame him. Then the fiendishly ingenious idea struckhim--might not a woman's screams accomplish what his own lungs wereunable to effect? Turning an inflamed and frowning countenance uponthe lady who had intrusted her daughter's happiness to his hands, headdressed her in a deep hissing voice--
"Shcream, shcream, voman! Shcream loudly, or I vill knock you!"
But the Countess was made of stern stuff. Outraged and frightened thoughshe was, she yet retorted huskily--
"I will not scream, Rudolph! I--I demand an explanation first!"
Executing a step of the sword-dance within a yard of her, he reiterated
"Shcream so zat zey may come back!"
She blinked, but held her ground.
"I insist upon knowing what you mean, Rudolph! I insist upon yourtelling me! What are you doing here in that preposterous kilt?"
The Baron's wits brightened with the acuteness of the emergency.
"Ha!" he cried, "I vill take my kilt off--take him off before your eyesthis instant if you do not shcream!"
But she merely closed her eyes.
"If you dare! If you dare, Rudolph, I shall inform your Emperor! And Iwill not look! I cannot see you!"
Whether in deference to imperial prejudices, or because a kiltless manwould be thrown away upon a lady who refused to look at him, the Baronregretfully desisted from this project. At his wits' end, he besoughther--
"Make zem take you avay, so zat you vill be safe from my rage! I do nottrost myself mit you. I am so violent as a bull! Better zat you shouldgo; far better--do you not see?"
"No, Rudolph, no!" replied the adamant lady. "I have come to guard youagainst your own abandoned nature, and I shall only leave this room whenyou do!"
She sat down and faced him, palpitating, but immovable; and against suchobstinacy the unhappy Rudolph gave up the contest in despair.
"But I shall not talk mit her; oh, Himmel, nein!" he said to himself;and in pursuance of this policy sat with his back turned to her whilethe shadows of evening gradually filled the room. In vain did sheaddress him: he neither answered nor moved. Indeed, to discourage herstill further, he even summoned up a forced gaiety of demeanor, and ina low rumble of discords sang to himself the least respectable songs heknew.
"His mind is certainly deranged," thought the Countess. "I must not lethim out of my sight. Ah, poor Alicia!"
But in time, when the dusk was thickening so fast that her son-in-law'sbroad back had already grown indistinct of outline, and no voice orfootstep had come near their prison, her thoughts began to wanderfrom his case to her own. The outrageous conduct of those Americans indiscrediting her word and incarcerating her person, though overshadowedat the time by the yet greater atrocity of the Baron's behavior, nowloomed up in formidable proportions. And the gravity of their offencewas emphasized by an unpleasant sensation she now began to experiencewith considerable acuteness.
"Do they mean to starve us as well as insult us?" she wondered.
The Baron's thoughts also seemed to have drifted into a differentchannel. He no longer sang; he fidgeted in his chair; he even softlygroaned; and at last he actually changed his attitude so far as tosurvey the dim form of his mother-in
-law over one shoulder.
"Oh, ze devil!" he exclaimed aloud. "I am so hongry!"
"That is no reason why you should also be profane," said the Countessseverely.
"I did not speak to you," retorted the Baron, and again a constrainedsilence fell on the room.
The Baron was the first to break it.
"Ha!" he cried. "I hear a step."
"Thank God!" exclaimed the Countess devoutly.
In the blaze of a stable lantern there entered to them Dugald M'Culloch,jailor.
"Will you be for any supper?" he inquired, with a politeness he felt dueto prisoners with purses.
"I do starve!" replied the Baron.
"And I am nearly fainting!" cried the Countess.
Both rose with an alacrity astonishing in people so nearly exhausted,and made as though they would pass out. With a deprecatory gestureDugald arrested them.
"I will bring your supper fery soon," said he.
"Here?" gasped the Countess.
"It is the master's orders."
"Tell him I vill have him ponished mit ze law, if he does not let mecome out!" roared the Baron.
Their jailor was courtesy itself; but it was in their prison that theysupped--a silent meal, and very plain. And, bitterest pill of all, theywere further informed that in their prison they must pass the night.
"In ze same room!" cried the Baron frantically. "Impossible! Improper!"
Even his mother-in-law's solicitude shrank from this vigil; but withunruffled consideration for their comfort their guardian and hisassistants made up two beds forthwith. The Baron, subdued to a fierceand snarling moodiness, watched their preparations with a lurid eye.
"Put not zat bed so near ze door," he snapped.
In his ear his jailor whispered, "That one's for you, sir, and dinna putoff your clothes!"
The Baron started, and from that moment his air of resignation began toaffront the Countess as deeply as his previous violence. When they wereagain alone, stretched in black darkness each upon their couch, shelifted up her voice in a last word of protest--
"Rudolph! have you no single feeling for me left? Why didn't you stabthat man?"
But the Baron merely retorted with a lifelike affectation of snoring.
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