My apartments were near the princess’s, but I never went to her till summoned, as her hours of rising were uncertain. As I sat one day awaiting the call of Claudine, her maid came to me looking pale and terrified.
“Madame la Princesse waits, mademoiselle, and begs you will pardon this long delav.”
"What agitates you?” I asked, for the girl glanced nervously over her shoulder as she spoke, and seemed eager, yet afraid to speak.
“Ah, mademoiselle, the prince has been with her, and so afflicted her, it desolates me to behold her. He is quite mad at times, I think, and terrifies us by his violence. Do not breathe to any one this that I say, and comfort madame if it is possible,” and with her finger on her lips the girl hurried away.
I found the princess in tears, but the moment I appeared she dropped her handkerchief to exclaim with a gesture of despair: “We are lost! We are lost! Alexis is bent on returning to Russia and taking me to my death. Chere Sybil, what is to be done?”
“Refuse to go, and assert at once your freedom; it is a case which warrants such decision,” was my revolutionary advice, though I well knew the princess would as soon think of firing the Tuileries as opposing her brother.
“It is impossible, I am dependent on him, he never would forgive such an act, and I should repent it to my last hour. No, my hope is in you, for you have eloquence, you see my feeble state, and you can plead for me as I cannot plead for myself.”
“Dear madame, you deceive yourself. I have no eloquence, no power, and it is scarcely for me to come between you and the prince. I will do my best, but it will be in vain, I think.”
“No, you do not fear him, he knows that, and it gives you power; you can talk well, can move and convince; I often see this when you read and converse with him, and I know that he would listen. Ah, for my sake make the attempt, and save me from that dreadful place!” cried the princess imploringly.
“Well, madame, tell me what passed, that I may know how to conduct the matter. Is a time for departure fixed?”
“No, thank heaven; if it were I should despair, for he would never revoke his orders. Something has annoyed him; I fancy a certain lady frowns upon him; but be that as it may, he is eager to be gone, and desired me to prepare to leave Paris. I implored, I wept, I reproached, and caressed, but nothing moved him, and he left me with the look which forebodes a storm.”
“May I venture to ask why the prince does not return alone, and permit you to join him in the spring?”
“Because when my poor Feodor died he gave me into my brother’s care, and Alexis swore to guard me as his life. I am so frail, so helpless, I need a faithful protector, and but for his fearful temper I should desire no better one than my brother. I owe everything to him, and would gladly obey even in this matter but for my health.”
“Surely he thinks of that? He will not endanger your life for a selfish wish?”
“He thinks me fanciful, unreasonably fearful, and that I make this an excuse to have my own way. He is never ill, and knows nothing of my suffering, for I do not annoy him with complaints.”
“Do you not think, madame, that if we could once convince him of the reality of the danger he would relent?”
“Perhaps; but how convince him? He will listen to no one.”
“Permit me to prove that. If you w ill allow' me to leave you for an hour I fancy I can find a w ay to convince and touch the prince.”
The princess embraced me cordially, bade me go at once, and return soon, to satisfy her curiosity. Leaving her to rest and wonder, I went quietly away to the celebrated physician who at intervals visited the princess, and stating the ease to him, begged for a written opinion which, coming from him, would, I knew, have w eight with the prince. Dr. Segarde at once complied, and strongly urged the necessity of keeping the princess in Paris some months longer. Armed w ith this, I hastened back, hopeful and ga.
The day was fine, and wishing to keep mv errand private, I had not used the carriage placed at my disposal. As I crossed one of the long corridors, on my way to the princess, I was arrested by how Is of pain and the sharp crack of a w hip, proceeding from an apartment near by. I paused involuntarily, longing vet fearing to enter and defend poor Mouche, for I recognized his voice. As I stood, the door swung open and the great hound sprang out, to cower behind me, with an imploring look in his almost human eves. The prince followed, whip in hand, evidently in one of the fits of passion which terrified the household. I had seen many demonstrations of wrath, but never anything like that, for he seemed literally beside himself. Pale as death, w ith eyes full of savage fire, teeth set, and hair bristling like that of an enraged animal, he stood fiercely glaring at me. My heart fluttered for a moment, then was steady, and feeling no fear, I lifted mv eyes to his, freely showing the pity I felt for such utter w ant of self-control.
It irritated him past endurance, and pointing to the dog, he said, in a sharp, low voice, with a gesture of command:
“Go on, mademoiselle, and leave Mouche to his late."
“But what has the poor beast done to merit such brutal punishment?” 1 asked, coolly, remaining where 1 was.
“It is not for you to ask, but to obey,” w as the half-breathless answer, for a w ord of opposition increased his fury.
“Pardon; Mouche takes refuge with me; I cannot betray him to his enemy.”
The words were still on my lips, when, w ith a step, the prince reached me, and towering above me like the incarnation ol wrath, cried fiercely, as he lifted his hand menacingly:
“If you thwart me it will be at your peril!”
I saw he was on the point of losing all control of himself, and seizing the upraised arm, I looked him in the eye, saying steadily: “Monsieur le Prince forgets that in France it is dastardly to strike a woman. Do not disgrace yourself by any Russian brutality.”
The whip dropped from his hand, his arm fell, and turning suddenly, he dashed into the room behind him. I was about to make good my retreat, when a strange sound made me glance into the room. The prince had flung himself into a chair, and sat there actually choking with the violence of his passion. His face was purple, his lips pale, and his eyes fixed, as he struggled to unclasp the great sable-lined cloak he wore. As he then looked I was afraid he would have a fit, and never stopping for a second thought, I hurried to him, undid the cloak, loosened his collar, and filling a glass from the carafe on the sideboard, held it to his lips. He drank mechanically, sat motionless a moment, then drew a long breath, shivered as if recovering from a swoon, and glanced about him till his eye fell on me. It kindled again, and passing his hand over his forehead as if to collect himself, he said abruptly:
“Why are you here?”
“Because you needed help, and there was no one else to give it,” I answered, refilling the glass, and offering it again, for his lips seemed dry.
He took it silently, and as he emptied it at a draught his eye glanced from the whip to me, and a scarlet flush rose to his forehead.
“Did I strike you?” he whispered, with a shame-stricken face.
“If you had we should not have been here.”
“And why?” he asked, in quick surprise.
“I think I should have killed you, or myself, after such degradation. Unwomanly, perhaps, but I have a man’s sense of honor.”
It was an odd speech, but it rose to my lips, and I uttered it impulsively, for my spirit was roused by the insult. It served me better than tears or reproaches, for his eye fell after a furtive glance, in which admiration, shame and pride contended, and forcing a smile, he said, as if to hide his discomposure:
“I have insulted you; if you demand satisfaction I will give it, mademoiselle.”
“I do,” I said, promptly.
He looked curious, but seemed glad of anything which should divert his thoughts from himself, for with a bow and a half smile, he said quickly:
“Will mademoiselle name the reparation I shall make her? Is it to be pistols or swords?”
“It is
pardon for poor Mouche.
His black brow lowered, and the thunderbolt veins on his forehead darkened again with the angry blood, not yet restored to quietude. It cost him an effort to say gravely:
“He has offended me, and cannot be pardoned yet; ask anything for yourself, mademoiselle.”
I was bent on having my own way, and making him submit as a penance for his unwomanly menace. Once conquer his will, in no matter how slight a degree, and I had gained a power possessed by no other person. I liked the trial, and would not yield one jot of the advantage I had gained; so I answered, with a smile I had never worn to him before:
“Monsieur le Prince has given his word to grant me satisfaction; surely he will not break it, whatever atonement I demand! Ah, pardon Mouche, and I forget the rest.”
I had fine eves, and knew how7 to use them; as I spoke I fixed them on the prince with an expression half-imploring, halfcommanding, and saw in his face a w ish to yield, but pride would not permit it.
“Mademoiselle, I ordered the dog to follow7 me; he refused, and for that I would have punished him. If I relent before the chastisement is finished I lose mv pow er over him, and the offense will be repeated. Is it not possible to satisfy you without ruining Mouche?”
“Permit one question before I reply. Did you give yourself the trouble of discovering the cause of the dog’s unusual disobedience before the whip was used?”
“No; it is enough for me that the brute refused to follow. What cause could there have been for his rebelling?”
“Call him and it will appear.”
The prince ordered in the dog; but in vain; Mouche crouched in the corridor with a forlorn air, and answered only by a whine. His master was about to go to him angrily, when, to prevent another scene, I called, and at once the dog came limping to my feet. Stooping, I lifted one paw, and showed the prince a deep and swollen wound, which explained the poor brute’s unwillingness to follow his master on the long daily drive. I was surprised at the way in which the prince received the rebuke; I expected a laugh, a careless or a haughty speech, but like a boy he put his arm about the hound, saying almost tenderly:
“Pardon, pardon, my poor Mouche! Who has hurt thee so cruelly? Forgive the whip; thou shalt never feel it again.”
Like a noble brute as he was, Mouche felt the change, understood, forgave, and returned to his allegiance at once, lifting himself to lick his master’s hand and wag his tail in token of affection. It was a pretty little scene, for the prince laid his face on the smooth head of the dog, and half-whispered his regrets, exactly as a generous-hearted lad would have done to the favorite whom he had wronged in anger. I was glad to see it, childish as it was, for it satisfied me that this household tyrant had a heart, and well pleased with the ending of this stormy interview, I stole noiselessly away, carrying the broken whip with me as a trophy of my victory.
To the princess I said nothing of all this, but cheered her with the doctor’s note and somewhat rash prophecies of its success. The prince seldom failed to come morning and evening to inquire for his sister, and as the time drew near for the latter visit we both grew anxious. At the desire of the princess I placed myself at the piano, hoping that “music might soothe the savage breast,” and artfully prepare the way for the appeal. One of the prince’s whims was to have rooms all over the hotel and one never knew in which he might be. That where I had first seen him was near the suite of the princess, and he often stepped quietly in when we least expected him. This habit annoyed his sister, but she never betrayed it, and always welcomed him, no matter how inopportune his visit might be. As I sat playing I saw the curtains that hung before the door softly drawn aside, and expected the prince to enter, but they fell again and no one appeared. I said nothing, but thundered out the Russian national airs with my utmost skill, till the soft scent of flowers and a touch on my arm made me glance down, to see Mouche holding in his mouth a magnificent bouquet, to which was attached a card bearing my name.
I was pleased, vet not quite satisfied, for in this Frenchv little performance I fancied I saw the prince’s desire to spare himself any further humiliation. I did not expect it, but I did wish he had asked pardon of me as well as of the dog, and when among the flowers I found a bracelet shaped like a coiled up golden whip with a jeweled handle, I would have none of it, and giving it to Mouche, bid him take it to his master. The docile creature gravely retired, but not before I had discovered that the wounded foot was carefully bound up, that he wore a new silver collar, and had the air of a dog who had been petted to his hearts content.
The princess from her distant couch had observed but not understood the little pantomime, and begged to be enlightened. I told the story, and was amused at the impression it made upon her, for when I paused she clasped her hands, exclaiming, theatrically:
“Mon Dieu, that any one should dare face Alexis in one of his furies! And you had no fear? you opposed him? made him spare Mouche and ask pardon? It is incredible!”
“But I could not see the poor beast half killed, and I never dreamed of harm to myself. Of that there could be no danger, for I am a woman, and the prince a gentleman,” I said, curious to know how that part of the story would affect the princess.
“Ah, my dear, those who own serfs see in childhood so much cruelty, they lose that horror of it which we feel. Alexis has seen many women beaten when a boy, and though he forbids it now, the thing does not shock him as it should. When in these mad fits he knows not what he does; he killed a man once, a servant, w ho angered him, struck him dead with a blow. He suttered much remorse, and for a long time was an angel; but the wild blood cannot be controlled, and he is the victim of his passion. It was like him to send the flowers, but it will mortally ottend him that you retuse the bracelet. He always consoles me with some bijou alter he has made me wrecp, and I accept it, for it relieves and calms him.’
“Does he not express contrition in words?”
“Never! he is too proud for that. No one dares demand such humiliation, and since he was not taught to ask pardon when a child, one cannot expect to teach the lesson now. I fear he will not come to-night; what think you, Sybil?”
“I think he will not come, but what matter? Our plan can be executed at any time. Delay is what we wish, and this affair may cause him to forget the other.”
“Ah, if it would, I should bless Mouche almost as fervently as when he saved Alexis from the wolves.”
“Does the prince owe his life to the dog?”
“In truth he does, for in one of his bear hunts at home he lost his way, was beset by the ferocious beasts, and but for the gallant dog would never have been saved. He loves him tenderly, and — ” “Breaks whips over the brave creature’s back,” I added, rudely enough, quite forgetting etiquette in my indignation.
The princess laughed, saying, with a shrug:
“You English are such stern judges.”
CHAPTER III
I was INTEnsely curious to see how the prince would behave when we met. Politeness is such a national trait in Erance, where the poorest workman lifts his cap in passing a lady, to the Emperor, who returns the salute of his shabbiest subject, that one soon learns to expect the little courtesies of daily life so scrupulously and gracefully paid by all classes, and to miss them if they are wanting. When he chose, the prince was a perfect Frenchman in this respect, but at times nothing could be more insolently haughty, or entirely oblivious of common civility. Hitherto I had had no personal experience of this, but had observed it toward others, and very unnecessarily angered myself about it. My turn came now; for when he entered his sister’s apartment next day, he affected entire unconsciousness of my presence. Not a look, word, or gesture was vouchsafed me, but, half turning his back, he chatted with the princess in an unusually gay and affectionate manner.
After the first indignant impulse to leave the room had passed, I became cool enough to see and enjoy the ludicrous side of the affair. I could not help wondering if it was done for effect, but for the first t
ime since I came I saw the prince in his uniform. I would not look openly, though I longed to do so, for covert glances, as I busied myself with my embroidery, gave me glimpses of a splendid blending of scarlet, white and gold. It would have been impossible for the prince not to have known that this brilliant costume was excessively becoming, and not to have felt a very natural desire to display his handsome figure to advantage. More than once he crossed the room to look from the window, as if impatient for the droschkv, then sat himself down at the piano and played stormily for five minutes, marched back to the princess’s sofa and teased Bijou the poodle, ending at length by standing erect on the rug and facing the enemv.
Finding 1 bore my disgrace with equanimity, he was possessed to plav the master, and show his displeasure in words as well as by silence. Turning to his sister, he said, in the tone of one who does not deign to issue commands to inferiors:
“You were enjoying some book as I entered, Nadja; desire Mademoiselle Varna to continue — I go in a moment.”
“Ala cbere, oblige me by finishing the chapter,” said the princess, with a significant glance, and I obeved.
We were reading George Sand’s Consuelo, or rather the sequel of that wonderful book, and had reached the scenes in which Frederick the Great torments the prima donna before sending her to prison, because she will not submit to his whims. I liked my task, and read with spirit, hoping the prince would enjoy the lesson as much as I did. By skillfully cutting paragraphs here and there, I managed to get in the most apposite and striking of Consuclo’s brave and sensible remarks, as well as the tyrant’s unjust and ungenerous commands. I he prince stood with his eyes fixed upon me. I felt, rather than saw’ this, tor I never lifted my own, but permitted a smile to appear when Frederick threatened her w ith his cane. The princess speedily forgot everything but the romance, and when I paused, exclaimed, with a laugh:
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