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"I don't know whether there is or not. But there is something that tempts me to do wrong, sometimes, and I don't believe that is God." The Russian seemed struck. "I will write that to him!" "No," said Clementina, "I don't want you to say anything about me to him." "No, no!" said Baron Belsky, waving his band reassuringly. "I would not mention your name!" Mr.
"And he's been in Egypt?" "Yes, the whole winta." "Then he's the one that my sister-in-law has been writing me about!" "Oh, did he meet her the'a?" "I should think so! And he'll meet her there, very soon. She's coming, with my poor brother. I meant to tell you, but this ridiculous Belsky business drove it out of my head." "And do you think," Clementina entreated, "that he was to blame?"
Ivan Belsky, the regent, had now attained the highest degree of good fortune, and in his own conscience, and in the general approbation of the people, he found ample recompense for his deeds of humanity, and his patriotic exertions. But envy, that poison of society, raised up against him enemies.
"It's because Mr. Belsky is all mixed up in it," said Clementina, as if some excuse were necessary, and then she told the story of her love affair with Gregory. Miss Milray punctuated the several facts with vivid nods, but at the end she did not ask her anything, and the girl somehow felt the freer to add: "I believe I will tell you his name. It is Mr. Gregory Frank Gregory "
"I'm tired," said Gregory. "We've bad a bad time getting through." "I come inconveniently! You have not dined, perhaps?" "Yes, Yes. I've had dinner. Sit down. How have you been yourself?" "Oh, always well." Belsky sat down, and the friends stared at each other. "I have strange news for you." "For me?" "You. She is here." "She?" "Yes. The young girl of whom you told me.
She's quite well," said Clementina; but she left it for him to break the constraint in which they set out. He tried to do so at different points, but it seemed to close upon them the more inflexibly. At last he asked, as they were drawing near the church, "Have you ever seen anything of Mr. Belsky since you left Florence?" "No," she said, with a nervous start. "What makes you ask?" "I don't know.
Miss Milray was moved to add, "But if you mean another kind, I don't see why not. My own mother was married twice." "Was she?" Clementina looked relieved and encouraged, but she did not say any more at once. Then she asked, "Do you know what ever became of Mr. Belsky?" "Yes. He's taken his title again, and gone back to live in Russia; he's made peace with the Czar; I believe."
"If you knew such a girl, what would you have her do? Should she bid him hope again? Would you have her say to him that she, too, had been faithful to their dream, and that she too " "Let me go, Mr. Belsky, let me go, I say!" Clementina wrenched her hands from him, and ran out of the room. Belsky hesitated, then he found his hat, and after a glance at his face in the mirror, left the house.
The child was bewildered, frightened; she shrank from his avowal, and he, filled with remorse for his self-betrayal, bade her let it be as if it had not been; he bade her think of him no more." Clementina sat as if powerless to move, staring at Belsky. He paused in his walk, and allowed an impressive silence to ensue upon his words. "Time passed: days, months, years; and he did not see her again.
"Then labor in the fields with them." Clementina laughed outright. "I guess if anyone saw me wo'king in the fields they would think I was a disgrace to the neighbahood." Belsky gave her a stupified glare through his spectacles. "I cannot undertand you Americans." "Well, you must come ova to America, then, Mr. Belsky" he had asked her not to call him by his title "and then you would."
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