preparations are all made!â laughed Fritz. âIâve seen to that.â
Sapt turned to me and said, in a sharp, decisive voice:
âYou must make love to her tonight, you know.â
âI think it is very likely I shall, if I see her alone,â said I. âHang it, Sapt, you donât suppose I find it difficult?â
Fritz whistled a bar or two; then he said: âYouâll find it only too easy. Look here, I hate telling you this, but I must. The Countess Helga told me that the princess had become most attached to the King. Since the coronation, her feelings have undergone a marked development. Itâs quite true that she is deeply wounded by the Kingâs apparent neglect.â
âHereâs a kettle of fish!â I groaned.
âTut, tut!â said Sapt. âI suppose youâve made pretty speeches to a girl before now? Thatâs all she wants.â
Fritz, himself a lover, understood better my distress. He laid his hand on my shoulder, but said nothing.
âI think, though,â pursued that cold-blooded old Sapt, âthat youâd better make your offer tonight.â
âGood heavens!â
âOr, any rate, go near it: and I shall send a âsemi-officialâ to the papers.â
âIâll do nothing of the sortâno more will you!â said I. âI utterly refuse to take part in making a fool of the princess.â
Sapt looked at me with his small keen eyes. A slow cunning smile passed over his face.
âAll right, lad, all right,â said he. âWe mustnât press you too hard. Soothe her down a bit, if you can, you know. Now for Michael!â
âOh, damn Michael!â said I. âHeâll do tomorrow. Here, Fritz, come for a stroll in the garden.â
Sapt at once yielded. His rough manner covered a wonderful tactâand as I came to recognize more and more, a remarkable knowledge of human nature. Why did he urge me so little about the princess? Because he knew that her beauty and my ardour would carry me further than all his argumentsâand that the less I thought about the thing, the more likely was I to do it. He must have seen the unhappiness he might bring on the princess; but that went for nothing with him. Can I say, confidently, that he was wrong? If the King were restored, the princess must turn to him, either knowing or not knowing the change. And if the King were not restored to us? It was a subject that we had never yet spoken of. But I had an idea that, in such a case, Sapt meant to seat me on the throne of Ruritania for the term of my life. He would have set Satan himself there sooner than that pupil of his, Black Michael.
The ball was a sumptuous affair. I opened it by dancing a quadrille with Flavia: then I waltzed with her. Curious eyes and eager whispers attended us. We went in to supper; and, half way through, I, half mad by then, for her glance had answered mine, and her quick breathing met my stammered sentencesâI rose in my place before all the brilliant crowd, and taking the Red Rose that I wore, flung the ribbon with its jewelled badge round her neck. In a tumult of applause I sat down: I saw Sapt smiling over his wine, and Fritz frowning. The rest of the meal passed in silence; neither Flavia nor I could speak. Fritz touched me on the shoulder, and I rose, gave her my arm, and walked down the hall into a little room, where coffee was served to us. The gentlemen and ladies in attendance withdrew, and we were alone.
The little room had French windows opening on the gardens. The night was fine, cool, and fragrant. Flavia sat down, and I stood opposite her. I was struggling with myself: if she had not looked at me, I believe that even then I should have won my fight. But suddenly, involuntarily, she gave me one brief glanceâa glance of question, hurriedly turned aside; a blush that the question had ever come spread over her cheek, and she caught her breath. Ah, if you had
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