A Modern Mercenary. Prichard Kate

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      'He is the same to-day,' said Counsellor.

      'What?' exclaimed Sagan. 'Why to-day? Has he, then, come in for one of your colossal fortunes?'

      'Who can say?' returned Counsellor. 'A fortune or – a colossal misfortune. Ah! there is Madame Aspard. Au revoir, Count.

      Counsellor passed on, perfectly well aware of the heavy meaning attached to the wilful ignoring of Rallywood's appointment to the Guard by its colonel-in-chief. There was certainly danger ahead.

      CHAPTER V

      GOOD LUCK AND A FIREFLY

      Meanwhile Rallywood had come to an anchor beside one of the high embossed doors of gold and white which led from the gallery into various luxurious withdrawing rooms. As he leant against the lintel a voice suddenly said in his ear, as it seemed —

      'My dear lady, why have such scruples? They are the most detestable things in life and the least profitable. They poison pleasure even when they do not altogether deprive us of it. And what does one gain by them? Absolutely nothing, not so much as the good opinion of our friends, who can never be brought to believe we possess them,' said a man in a mocking tone.

      A distinctly uncomfortable sensation pervaded Rallywood's mind for the second which preceded the reply. The voice was Baron von Elmur's, and there was a note of admiration in it that he had reason to be acquainted with.

      A woman laughed, a light, provoking laugh, Rallywood, who was still held by the crush against the door, knew it well, but he breathed freely, for it was not the laugh he had feared to hear.

      'Nevertheless, Baron, I like scruples; they are always respectable, and therefore of use – sometimes,' the lady answered in a high, sweet tone.

      'Your husband, my Lord Sagan, has not found them indispensable in his career.'

      'But he is not a woman!' with a sigh.

      'A beautiful woman can dispense with everything except – her beauty! That makes fools of us all! Besides – '

      The rest of the sentence was lost, as Rallywood managed at length to force his way through the crowd, which was thickening rapidly.

      Then he came upon a group of men he knew, men from the frontier, from the marshes about Kofn Ford and the crags of Pulesco, men with tanned skins like his own, and the mark of the collar rim of their high military tunics round their throats. They were masked, and represented various original characters, and were enjoying themselves hugely. More than all were they astonished at being recognised so readily by Rallywood. Rallywood drew his finger round his throat by way of explanation. There was a general laugh, and the men scattered each to seek his own particular pleasure. Rallywood remained looking down on the dancers. There was in the back of his mind some desire to identify the lady whose glove was still in his possession. He fixed now on one tall domino, now on another, but without satisfaction. He was discontentedly coming to the point of knowing that he had made a fresh mistake, when he turned his head abruptly, with a vague sense of being looked at, and saw a black domino standing for an instant alone at the further end of the gallery. Even under the muffling silken folds he fancied he recognised the attitude of the girl he had met at the Chancellor's.

      He at once began to make his way through the crowd in her direction, but when next he looked she was gone. He descended to the salon, where he danced with more than one masked lady. His six feet of stature marked him out from the shorter Maäsauns, and the tall athletic figure of the gamekeeper, who moved with so much of unexpected ease and grace, excited some attention.

      After an interval, as he stood back against the wall to allow a couple who had been following him to pass, they drew up in front of him.

      'I obey you, Mademoiselle,' said the man.

      His companion, who wore a black domino, made a gesture of dismissal; then she turned to Rallywood. 'You have been looking for me?' she said, as her late partner moved away.

      'But naturally, Mademoiselle,' replied Rallywood.

      'You know who I am?'

      'Not in the least. I cannot even make a guess, though I have been waiting to know since this day last week.'

      'It would have been easy to ask the question – of anyone,' she said with an odd intonation.

      'By no means. There are questions which cannot be asked – of anyone, because the answer touches too closely.' Rallywood pulled himself up with a sudden sense of being ridiculously in earnest.

      And then they were dancing.

      'Yet you are not a stranger in Révonde. Madame de Sagan could have answered your question – had you cared to ask it,' the girl said.

      'It did not strike me to ask her. I trusted to the fact that, belonging to the Guard, I must some day have the good fortune to find you again.'

      'You are patient!'

      'No,' returned Rallywood, 'I am not patient. But I know that all things come to him who waits. I wait.'

      'So I see, excellently!'

      'Have I not waited long enough to hear your name first from your own lips?'

      'Stop for a moment;' then standing beside him, she continued, 'Ask me to-morrow.'

      'If I am alive I will!' he laughed.

      He felt her hand move with a quick tremor on his arm.

      'I knew it! Which of them has challenged you? Unziar?' The swift question, echoing his own thought, took him completely by surprise.

      He passed his arm round her, for the waltz was nearing its end.

      'Shall we go on? No; no one has done me the honour of sending me a challenge.'

      'Let us have an end of this absurd mystery!' said the girl impatiently. 'I am Valerie Selpdorf, and you are – '

      'John Rallywood of the Guard of Maäsau!' he interposed. 'I had my commission from you in the ante-room of the Hôtel du Chancelier. But for that I should have been more than half inclined to refuse it.'

      'I wish you had refused it! It may cost you – more than a man cares to pay. I thought my father held the power to give any commission he pleased, but one can never reckon with the Guard. They mean to kill you, Captain Rallywood! I wanted to warn you, but I think you know more, perhaps, than I can tell you or than you will tell me. What is going to happen? I want to help you – you must let me help you!'

      Rallywood laughed, but perhaps his arm drew her a little closer as they moved more slowly during the concluding bars of the waltz.

      'My dear Mademoiselle, I assure you that your fears are quite groundless. I am proud to belong to the Guard of Maäsau, and they have so far shown no intention of rejecting me. As for duels, if there happened to be one – are not affairs common in Maäsau? And afterwards, fewer funerals take place than one would suppose likely! Besides, M. Selpdorf's wishes cannot be lightly disregarded in Révonde.'

      'You will be drawn into a quarrel before the night is over.' Mademoiselle Selpdorf stated her conviction very plainly, without noticing his disclaimers.

      The music ceased. Rallywood spoke once more. 'To prove to you how little I anticipate anything of the sort, СКАЧАТЬ