The Princess Elopes | Page 9

from your thoughts. I am
only a passive bystander.)
"I sincerely trust that your hunger is appeased," said the one who had
smiled.
"It is, thank you." I absently fumbled in my coat pockets, then guiltily
dropped my hands. What a terrible thing habit is!
"You may smoke," said the Bouguereau child who was grown into
womanhood. Wasn't that fine of her? And wasn't it rather observant,
too? I learned later that she had a brother who was fond of tobacco. To
her eyes my movement was a familiar one.
"With your kind permission," said I gratefully. I hadn't had a smoke in
four hours.
I owned a single good cigar, the last of my importation. I lighted it and
blew forth a snowy billow of heavenly aroma. I know something about
human nature, even the feminine side of it. A presentable young man
with a roll of aromatic tobacco seldom falls to win the confidence of
those about him. With that cloud of smoke the raw edge of formality
smoothed down.

"Had you any particular destination?" asked Gretchen.
"None at all. The road took my fancy, and I simply followed it."
"Ah! that is one of the pleasures of riding--to go wherever the
inclination bids. I ride."
We were getting on famously.
"Do you take long journeys?" I inquired.
"Often. It is the most exhilarating of sports," said the Enchantment.
"The scenery changes; there are so many things that charm and engage
your interest: the mountains, the waterways, the old ruins. Have you
ever whistled to the horses afield and watched them come galloping
down to the wall? It is fine. In England--" But her mouth closed
suddenly. She was talking to a stranger.
I love enthusiasm in a woman. It colors her cheeks and makes her eyes
sparkle, I grew a bit bolder.
"I heard a wonderful voice as I approached the castle," said I.
Gretchen shrugged.
"I haven't heard its equal outside Berlin or Paris," I went on.
"Paris?" said Gretchen, laying a neat little trap for me into which my
conceit was soon to tumble me. "Paris is a marvelous city."
"There is no city to equal it. Inasmuch as we three shall never meet
again, will you not do me the honor to repeat that jewel song from
Faust?" My audacity did not impress her in the least.
"You can scarcely expect me to give a supper to a stranger and then
sing for him, besides," said Gretchen, a chill again stealing into her
tones. "These Americans!" she observed to her companion in French.
I laid aside my cigar, approached the piano, and sat down. I struck a

few chords and found the instrument to be in remarkably good order. I
played a Chopin Polonaise, I tinkled Grieg's Papillon, then I ceased.
"That is to pay for my supper," I explained.
Next I played Le Courier, and when I had finished that I turned again,
rising.
"That is to pay for my horse's supper," I said.
Gretchen's good humor returned.
"Whoever you are, sir," her tone no longer repellent, "you are amusing.
Pray, tell us whom we have the honor to entertain?"
"I haven't the vaguest idea who my hostess is,"--evasively.
"It is quite out of the question. You are the intruder."
"Call me Mr. Intruder, then," said I.
It was, you will agree, a novel adventure. I was beginning to enjoy it
hugely.
"Who do you suppose this fellow is?" Gretchen asked.
"He says he is an American, and I believe he is. What Americans are in
Barscheit?"
"I know of none at all. What shall we do to get rid of him?"
All this was carried on with unstudied rudeness. They were women of
high and noble quality; and as I was an interloper, I could take no
exception to a conversation in a language I had stated I did not
understand. If they were rude, I had acted in a manner unbecoming a
gentleman. Still, I was somewhat on the defensive. I took out my watch.
My hour was up.
"I regret that I must be off," I said ruefully. "It is much pleasanter here

than on the road."
"I can not ask you to remain here. You will find the inn a very
comfortable place for the night," was Gretchen's suggestion.
"Before I go, may I ask in what manner I might serve as a witness?"
Ere the words had fully crossed my lips I recognized that my smartness
had caused me to commit an unpardonable blunder for a man who
wished to show up well in an adventure of this sort. (But fate had a
hand in it, as presently you shall see.)
Gretchen laughed, but the sound was harsh and metallic. She turned to
her companion, who was staring at me with