“‘Ruins’ is too strong a term; they are still proud and lofty castles; only they are—let us say—a little dilapidated: a violent storm would devastate them; they can still be safeguarded by rods. Again, why do I feel and act for Europe? You must know that we Americans, at the bottom of our hearts cherish a family-feeling for Europe. It is the cradle of our race; it is the ultimate source of our civilization—physically and spiritually, it is our ancestral fatherland. We love it and are thankful to it. Therefore it comes about that, when we accomplish any great technical advance or conceive some higher social or political ideal, we immediately feel the impulse to let the ‘whole world’—and by that term we think especially of Europe—share in it. We are like children who have been educated far away, have made our fortune there, and regard it as a pleasant duty to send back to the aged parents some share of the treasures we have gained.... But let us return to our conspiracy, Prince. You are not the only one with whom I am conspiring. I place my mines in various localities. The Government at Washington is in the alliance. The propositions which it will bring forward at the next conference will not leave anything in the way of ‘High Thinking’ to be desired. I have already spoken with the President of the French Republic—”
“Yes—as I have mentioned before: Republicans—”
“No; that is not the condition. In order that something great may come out of the conference, it is essential that it be approached with magnanimous resolves; we must attempt not only a little step forward, but we must attempt flying. I know one man, one powerful man, who is capable of making such resolves and such a flight. And what I want of you, Prince, is: Speak with the one man—he will listen to you—you are his son!”
CHAPTER XXVII
SPEECHES AND LETTERS
When Victor Adolph left Toker’s study, he felt still more oppressed than he had been before. A new task had been added to the many prospects and obligations that were so disturbing to his peace of mind: alluring prospects, noble tasks, sweet obligations, but in their combination a scourge of anxieties. And there was no one with whom he might take counsel, to whom he might open his heart; on the contrary, he had the perpetual companionship of a man from whom he was obliged to conceal his inmost thoughts and inclinations—this Orell—and now he had two more secrets to hide from him. Suppose he should discover that the Royal Highness entrusted to his protection had offered himself to a woman without rank and title, and had concealed plans with an American for the demilitarization of Europe!
Victor Adolph could not help smiling as he pictured to himself the general standing there, his face scarlet with wrath and horror, his hair standing on end, and the points of his mustaches trembling. How he would gasp for words and for breath, and how these words would be even more laconic and drastic than ever—“Prince ripe for the madhouse!... Cursed girl.... Caught in the first net.... Old Yankee-doodle.... Proposals to His Majesty!... To hell with the Rose-Saint-Vitus-dance!”
As he drove away, the prince met Helmer returning from the morning walk. The encounter was a pleasant surprise. Here was one with whom he might exchange a few thoughts,—at least, might talk with him about Toker’s plans,—since he was already initiated into the conspiracy.
“Good-morning, Herr Helmer; I am glad to meet you. Are you just on your way home?”
“Yes, Your Royal Highness.”
“Have you anything important that you must do immediately?”