第46章 CHAPTER XII PROVIDENCE VON ROSEN: ACT THE SECOND S

`Alas! madam,' cried the Prince, `and your unlucky money! I did amiss to take it, but you are a wonderful persuader. And I thank God, I can still offer you the fair equivalent.' He took some papers from the chimney. `Here, madam, are the title-deeds,' he said; `where I am going, they can certainly be of no use to me, and I have now no other hope of making up to you your kindness. You made the loan without formality, obeying your kind heart. The parts are somewhat changed; the sun of this Prince of Grünewald is upon the point of setting; and I know you better than to doubt you will once more waive ceremony, and accept the best that he can give you. If I may look for any pleasure in the coming time, it will be to remember that the peasant is secure, and my most generous friend no loser.'

`Do you not understand my odious position?' cried the Countess.

`Dear Prince, it is upon your fall that I begin my fortune.'

`It was the more like you to tempt me to resistance,' returned Otto. `But this cannot alter our relations; and I must, for the last time, lay my commands upon you in the character of Prince.' And with his loftiest dignity, he forced the deeds on her acceptance.

`I hate the very touch of them,' she cried.

There followed upon this a little silence. `At what time,' resumed Otto, `(if indeed you know) am I to be arrested?'

`Your Highness, when you please!' exclaimed the Countess. `Or, if you choose to tear that paper, never!'

`I would rather it were done quickly,' said the Prince. `I shall take but time to leave a letter for the Princess.'

`Well,' said the Countess, `I have advised you to resist; at the same time, if you intend to be dumb before your shearers, I must say that I ought to set about arranging your arrest. I offered' -- she hesitated -- `I offered to manage it, intending, my dear friend -- intending, upon my soul, to be of use to you. Well, if you will not profit by my goodwill, then be of use to me; and as soon as ever you feel ready, go to the Flying Mercury where we met last night. It will be none the worse for you; and to make it quite plain, it will be better for the rest of us.'

`Dear madam, certainly,' said Otto. `If I am prepared for the chief evil, I shall not quarrel with details. Go, then, with my best gratitude; and when I have written a few lines of leave-taking, I shall immediately hasten to keep tryst. To-night I shall not meet so dangerous a cavalier,' he added, with a smiling gallantry.

As soon as Madame von Rosen was gone, he made a great call upon his self-command. He was face to face with a miserable passage where, if it were possible, he desired to carry himself with dignity. As to the main fact, he never swerved or faltered; he had come so heart-sick and so cruelly humiliated from his talk with Gotthold, that he embraced the notion of imprisonment with something bordering on relief. Here was, at least, a step which he thought blameless; here was a way out of his troubles. He sat down to write to Seraphina; and his anger blazed. The tale of his forbearances mounted, in his eyes, to something monstrous; still more monstrous, the coldness, egoism, and cruelty that had required and thus requited them.

The pen which he had taken shook in his hand. He was amazed to find his resignation fled, but it was gone beyond his recall. In a few white-hot words, he bade adieu, dubbing desperation by the name of love, and calling his wrath forgiveness; then he cast but one look of leave-taking on the place that had been his for so long and was now to be his no longer; and hurried forth -- love's prisoner -- or pride's.

He took that private passage which he had trodden so often in less momentous hours. The porter let him out; and the bountiful, cold air of the night and the pure glory of the stars received him on the threshold.

He looked round him, breathing deep of earth's plain fragrance; he looked up into the great array of heaven, and was quieted. His little turgid life dwindled to its true proportions; and he saw himself (that great flame-hearted martyr!) stand like a speck under the cool cupola of the night. Thus he felt his careless injuries already soothed; the live air of out-of-doors, the quiet of the world, as if by their silent music, sobering and dwarfing his emotions.

`Well, I forgive her,' he said. `If it be of any use to her, I forgive.'

And with brisk steps he crossed the garden, issued upon the Park, and came to the Flying Mercury. A dark figure moved forward from the shadow of the pedestal.

`I have to ask your pardon, sir,' a voice observed, `but if I am right in taking you for the Prince, I was given to understand that you would be prepared to meet me.'

`Herr Gordon, I believe?' said Otto.

`Herr Oberst Gordon,' replied that officer. `This is rather a ticklish business for a man to be embarked in; and to find that all is to go pleasantly is a great relief to me. The carriage is at hand; shall I have the honour of following your Highness?'

`Colonel,' said the Prince, `I have now come to that happy moment of my life when I have orders to receive but none to give.'

`A most philosophical remark,' returned the Colonel. `Begad, a very pertinent remark! it might be Plutarch. I am not a drop's blood to your Highness, or indeed to any one in this principality; or else I should dislike my orders. But as it is, and since there is nothing unnatural or unbecoming on my side, and your Highness takes it in good part, I begin to believe we may have a capital time together, sir -- a capital time.

For a gaoler is only a fellow-captive.'

`May I inquire, Herr Gordon,' asked Otto, `what led you to accept this dangerous and I would fain hope thankless office?'

`Very natural, I am sure,' replied the officer of fortune. `My pay is, in the meanwhile, doubled.'

`Well, sir, I will not presume to criticise,' returned the Prince.

`And I perceive the carriage.'

Sure enough, at the intersection of two alleys of the Park, a coach and four, conspicuous by its lanterns, stood in waiting. And a little way off about a score of lancers were drawn up under the shadow of the trees.