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I told him I should arrive there later in the evening in a carriage; and that if the men in charge of it attempted to stable the horses there, he was to say that the Count's orders were that they should not remain. After that he and his son were to be in the house: to say nothing about me to any women servants, and to act just as I directed.
Poor little Gareth was more impatient than ever at the lack of news; but I pacified her by saying I expected to have some on the following day; and to escape her somewhat fretful questionings, I pleaded a bad headache and went to my room and lay down.
I needed rest after my broken night, and succeeded in getting to sleep for two hours. I awoke greatly refreshed; and although I was excited at the prospect of the evening's work, I felt very fit and ready to face any emergencies. I was quite able now to laugh at my cowardice of the previous night.
"What news is it you expect, Christabel?" was the question with which Gareth greeted me when I went down to her. "I have been thinking of it ever since you told me."
"To find Count von Ostelen, of course."
"How are you going to find him? Do tell me."
"I was governess to the daughters of General von Erlanger, his Excellency the Minister, you know, Gareth. I saw him last night: I was at his house; and I know he can find the Count if any one can. That reminds me. I was to write to him."
I had forgotten his Excellency's injunction to send him a daily message. I took a visiting card and scribbled on the back "Quite well"
over my initials, and was giving it to James Perry to take when an extra precaution occurred to me.
"You will see the General yourself with this," I told him; "but you will not let his servants know from whom you come. I can't tell you everything; but something has occurred which makes it necessary for me to send a message every day to General von Erlanger. If I forget it, you must remind me; for you are always to carry it; and always to see the General yourself. Tell him to-day that I have arranged it so. And listen carefully to this--if anything should happen to me and you think I am in any great difficulty, or trouble, or danger--don't look scared: nothing may come of it all--but if I am, then you are to go at once to General von Erlanger and tell him all you know."
He was an excellent servant; but well trained as he was, he could not suppress his curiosity and surprise.
"We have always been faithful, miss; mayn't I ask whether----"
"No, not yet. If there is need, I shall tell you--because I trust you as fully as I trust your father and mother, and I have a very high opinion of your courage and ability. At present, you have only to remember what I have told you to do."
Gareth was very inquisitive about my movements when, as the dusk fell, I began to prepare for the work in hand. She plied me with prattling questions; why I was at such pains over my dressing; why I took a large cloak on a night comparatively warm; what the thick m.u.f.fling veil was for; and she gave a little cry of terror when her sharp eyes caught sight of the revolver which I tried to slip into my pocket unnoticed.
"You are such a strange girl, Christabel," she said.
"Every one tells me that; but I generally get there."
"'Get there?' What is that?"
"An Americanism, dear, for gaining your own end."
"Are all American girls like you?" she laughed.
"Luckily for them, perhaps, no. I'm from the Middle West and we have more freedom there than in the Old World."
"Do you all go about in thick cloaks with heavy veils and carrying arms?"
"Gareth, no," I laughed. "We only do these things in fancy dress b.a.l.l.s."
"Are you going to one to-night? Oh, I didn't know."
"It's only a masquerade to-night--and this is to be the cloak over my costume."
"Oh, Christabel dear, why didn't you tell me? But you've a walking dress underneath."
"I am going to start for the masquerade from the other house."
"Will there be dancing? Oh, I wish I could go."
"No, no dancing; but I guess the band will play."
"I love music," she cried, not understanding slang; and I didn't explain it.
"I wish you weren't going, Christabel," she said, kissing me when I was ready to start.
"It will be a long evening and I may wish that too before it's over," I replied, with a feeling that that might well be so.
"You will be here with the news at the earliest possible moment to-morrow, won't you, dear? I am so weary of waiting."
"I hope I shall be successful and have good news to bring you."
"I am sure you will. I have such faith in you, Christabel."
She kissed me and with my cloak on my arm and those words ringing in my ears, I set out upon the risky business before me.
CHAPTER XIV
I ELOPE
It was only to be expected that as I approached Madame d'Artelle's house I should be nervously uneasy lest the main foundation of my new plan should have collapsed.
I had built everything on the a.s.sumption that Count Gustav would induce his brother to carry out the original scheme of marrying Madame d'Artelle by stealth. I had threatened to bring her husband to Pesth on the following day; and since he knew as well as she seemed to, that M. Constans' arrival would put an absolute end to Madame's usefulness as a tool, I calculated that he would lose no effort to make use of her forthwith.
It was obvious, however, that my absence put an end to the reason for secrecy; and it was therefore quite on the cards that Karl might have been brought to Madame d'Artelle's house and some kind of ceremony have been already performed there. I should look a good many sorts of a fool if I walked into the house to find them already married.
Peter opened the door and gave a great start of surprise at seeing me.
"Madame is in?" I asked, in as casual a tone as I could a.s.sume.
"Yes, miss. She is in, but she is going out. We thought you had left, miss."
"It's all right, Peter. I'll go up to Madame. She is probably in her room, dressing."
"Yes, miss; with Ernestine; but----"
"Don't trouble. You need not tell any one I have come back;" and I gave him a golden reason for silence. "Hide the fact of my presence and do what I wish, and there will be several more of these to follow."
"I am always anxious to please you, miss."
"I wish to see Madame quite alone; can you make an excuse to call Ernestine downstairs?"
He was a shrewd fellow enough in his way. We went upstairs and I waited in an adjoining room while he called Ernestine out and the two went down together.