The Great Court Scandal Part 7

"I have wished to meet you, Count, because I want you to do me a favour."

"Your Imperial Highness knows quite well that if I can serve you in any way I am always only too delighted." And he bowed.

More than once she had asked favour of Lindenau, the stern Foreign Minister and favourite of the Emperor, and he had always acted as she wished. She had known him ever since her birth. He had, indeed, been present at her baptism.

"Well, it is this," she said. "I want to give my recommendation to you on behalf of Count Leitolf, who is at present chief of the King's private cabinet at Treysa, and who is strongly desirous of returning to the Austrian diplomatic service, and is anxious for a post abroad."

Mention of Leitolf's name caused the wily old Minister to glance at her quickly. The rumour had reached his ears, and in an instant he recognised the situation--the Crown Princess wished to rid herself of him. But the old fellow was diplomatic, and said, as though compelled to recall the name,--

"Leitolf? Let me see. That is Count Carl, whom I sent to London a few years ago? He resigned his post to take service under your father-in-law the King. Ah yes, I quite recollect. And he now wishes to be appointed abroad again, eh? And you wish to recommend him?"

"Exactly, Count," she answered. "I think that Leitolf is tired of our Court; he finds it too dull. He would prefer Rome, he tells me."

"Your Imperial Highness is well aware that any recommendation of yours always has the most earnest attention," said the Minister, with a polite bow. His quick grey eyes were watching the beautiful woman sharply. He wondered what had occurred between her and Count Carl.

"Then you will send him to Rome?" she asked, unable to conceal her eagerness.

"If he will present himself at the Ministry, he will be at once appointed to the Emba.s.sy to the Quirinal," responded his Excellency quietly.

"But he will not present himself, I am afraid."

"Oh, why not?" inquired the great Austrian diplomatist, regarding her in surprise.

"Because--" and she hesitated, as a slight flush crossed her features--"because he is rather ashamed to ask for a second appointment, having resigned from London."

The old Minister smiled dubiously.

"Ah!" he exclaimed confidentially, "I quite understand. Your Imperial Highness wishes to get rid of him from your Court, eh?"

The Princess started, twisting her diamond bracelet nervously round her wrist.

"Why do you think that, Count?" she asked quickly, surprised that he should have thus divined her motive.

"Well, your Imperial Highness is rather unduly interested in the man--if you will permit me to say so," was his answer. "Besides, if I may speak frankly, as I know I may, I have regarded his presence in your Court as distinctly dangerous--for you. There are, you know, evil tongues ever ready to invent scandal, even against a Crown Princess."

"I know," she said, in a low, changed voice. "But let us walk; otherwise they will all wonder why I am talking with you so long," and the two moved slowly along side by side. "I know," she went on--"I know that I have enemies; and, to confess the truth, I wish, in order to show them that they lie, to send him from me."

"Then he shall go. To-morrow I will send him orders to rejoin the service, and to proceed to Rome immediately. And," he added in a kindly voice, "I can only congratulate your Imperial Highness upon your forethought. Leitolf is entirely without discretion. Only this evening I was actually told that he had followed you to Vienna, and--"

But he stopped abruptly, without concluding his sentence. "And what else?" she asked, turning pale. Even the Minister knew; therefore Leitolf had evidently allowed himself to be seen.

"Shall I tell you, Princess?"

"Certainly; you need not keep anything from me."

"I was also told that he is staying at the Hotel Imperial, and that you had called upon him this afternoon." She started, and looked him straight in the face.

"Who told you that?" she demanded.

"I learned it from the report of the secret agents of the Ministry."

"Then I am spied upon here!" she exclaimed, pale with anger. "Even in my own home watch is kept upon me."

"Not upon your Imperial Highness," was the great Minister's calm reply, "but upon the man we have recently been discussing. It was, I venture to think, rather indiscreet of you to go to the hotel; although, of course, the knowledge of your visit is confidential, and goes no further than myself. It is a secret of the Ministry."

"Indiscreet!" she echoed with a sigh. "In this polluted atmosphere, to breathe freely is to be indiscreet. Because I am an Archd.u.c.h.ess I am fettered as a prisoner, and watched like a criminal under surveillance.

My enemies, jealous of my position and power, have invented scandalous stories that have aroused suspicion, and for that reason you all believe ill of me."

"Pardon me, Princess," said the crafty old man, bowing, "I, for one, do not. Your anxiety to rid yourself of the fellow is proof to me that the scandal is a pure invention, and I am only too pleased to render you this service. Your real enemies are those around your husband, who have hinted and lied regarding you in order to estrange you from Court."

"Then you are really my friend, Count?" she asked anxiously. "You do not believe what they say regarding me?"

"I do not, Princess," he replied frankly; "and I trust you will still regard me, as I hope I have ever been, your Imperial Highness's friend.

I know full well how Leitolf craved your favour for recommendation to your King; and you, with a woman's blindness to the grave eventualities of the future, secured him the appointment. Of late you have, I suppose, realised the fatal mistake?"

"Yes," she said in a low voice; "I have now foreseen my own peril. I have been very foolish; but I have halted, and Leitolf must go."

"Very wise--very wise indeed! Your Imperial Highness cannot afford to run any further risk. In a few months, or a couple of years at most, the poor King's disease must prove fatal, and you will find yourself Queen of a brilliant kingdom. Once Queen, your position will be a.s.sured, and you will make short work of all those who have conspired to secure your downfall. You will, perhaps, require a.s.sistance. If so, rely upon me to render you in secret whatever help lies in my power.

With you, a Hapsbourg, as Queen, the influence of Austria must be paramount, remember. Therefore I beg of your Imperial Highness to exercise the greatest discretion not to imperil yourself. The Crown Prince must be allowed no loophole through which he can openly quarrel with you. Remain patient and forbearing until you are Queen."

They were in a corner of the great hall, standing behind one of the high marble columns and un.o.bserved.

"I am always patient, Count," was her rather sad response, her chest heaving beneath her chiffon. "As you well know, my marriage has not been a happy one; but I strive to do my duty to both the Court and the people. I make no denial to you. You doubtless know the truth--that when a girl I loved Count Leitolf, and that it was an act prompted by foolish sentimentalism to have connived at his appointment at my husband's own Court. Betrayed, perhaps, by my own actions, my enemies have seized upon my embarra.s.sing situation to lie about me. Ah," she added bitterly, "how little they know of my own dire unhappiness!"

"No, no," urged the Minister, seemingly full of sympathy for her, knowing the truth as he did. "Bear up; put a brave countenance always towards the world. When Leitolf has gone your Imperial Highness will have less embarra.s.sment, and people cannot then place any misconstructions upon your actions. You will not have the foolish young man following you wherever you go, as he now does. At noon to-morrow I will sign the decree for his immediate appointment to Rome, and he will receive but little leave of absence, I can a.s.sure you. He will be as much a prisoner in the Palazzo Chigi as is his Holiness in the Vatican,"

he added.

"Thank you," she answered simply, glancing gratefully into his grey, deeply-lined face; and as he bowed to her she left him and swept up the room to where the Emperor was engaged in conversation with Lord Powerstock, the British Amba.s.sador.

The old Minister's face had changed the instant he left her. The mask of the courtier had fallen from the wily old countenance, and glancing after her, he muttered some words that were inaudible.

If she had but seen the evil smile that played about the old diplomatist's lips, she would have detected that his intention was to play her false, and she might then have saved herself.

But, alas! in her ignorance she went on light-heartedly, her long train sweeping behind her, believing in De Lindenau's well-feigned sympathy, and congratulating herself that the all-powerful personage behind the Emperor was still her friend.

The Minister saw that she was satisfied; then turning on his heel, he gave vent to a short, hard laugh of triumph.

CHAPTER SIX.

THE HOUSE OF HER ENEMIES.

Two days later the Crown Princess Claire returned to Marburg.

In the twilight the express from Vienna came to a standstill in the big, echoing station at Treysa, the bright and wealthy capital, and descending from her private saloon, she walked over the red carpet laid for her, bowing pleasantly to the line of bareheaded officials waiting to receive her; then, mounting into her open landau, she drove up the fine, tree-lined Klosterstra.s.se to the royal palace.

De Trauttenberg was with her--the woman whom she now knew to be a spy.

Around her, on every side, the crowd at her side shouted a glad welcome to "their Claire," as they called her, and just before the royal carriage could move off, two or three of the less timorous ones managed to seize her hand and kiss it, though the police unceremoniously pushed them away.

She smiled upon the enthusiastic crowd; but, alas! she was heavy of heart. How little, she thought, did those people who welcomed her dream of her unhappiness! She loved the people, and, looking upon them, sighed to think that she was not free like them.