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He had grown older and graver, but had lost none of his good looks, and was particularly careful never to pose as a man of disappointments. Of Emily de Reuss he saw or heard nothing. She seemed to have vanished completely from her place in society, and although he ventured to make a few careful inquiries he never chanced to come across any one who could tell him anything about her.
Sometimes when the vale was filled with clouds, it was startling to see them parting around a solitary summit, apparently isolated in the air at an immense height, for the mountain to which it belonged was hidden to the very base! The road passed from one side of the valley to the other, crossing the Reuss on bridges sometimes ninety feet high.
He was middle-aged, unimaginative, shrewd and well balanced in his whole outlook upon life. Three years ago no man in the world would have appeared less likely to become the wreck he now felt himself three years ago he had met Emily de Reuss. With a certain fierce eagerness he set himself to face his position. Surely he was still a man? Escape must lie some way.
"Does the Countess de Reuss intend to be kind to him?" Rice asked. "Go to the devil!" Drexley answered savagely. There followed a time then when the black waters of nethermost London closed over Douglas's head.
There followed for Douglas a period of much anxiety, days of fretful restlessness, sleepless nights full of vague and shadowy dejection. Emily de Reuss was ill, too ill to see him or any one. All callers were denied. Daily he left flowers and messages for her there was no response save a repetition to him always of the doctor's peremptory instructions.
But no sooner had they arrived there than Count Reuss, the generalissimo's aide-de-camp, galloped up on a charger covered all over with foam. The count had ridden in seven hours from Wagram to Marchegg for it was all-important that the archduke should accelerate his march. The battle was raging already with great fury. The generalissimo was in urgent need of the archduke's assistance.
"You would do all things for the Prince's sake nothing for mine!" said the Princess, withdrawing her hand. "On the contrary, Lady Ysolinde," I made answer, "I do all things for your sake. Save for the sake of your good-will, I should now be elsewhere." Which was true enough. I should have been in the garden pleasaunce beneath, and probably with my sword out, arguing the case with Von Reuss.
So lay it to heart, as I have done." "Glad am I," said Dessauer, courteously, as if he had been turning a phrase on the terrace at Plassenburg "glad am I that in your hour you are to be mindful of old friends, for they are like old wine, which grows better and mellower with the years." "It is indeed well," said Otho von Reuss, ironically.
A broad cataract, a hundred feet high, leaped down a chasm on our left, so near to the road that its sprays swept over us, and then shot under a bridge to join the seething flood in the frightful gulf beneath. I was reminded of the Valley of the Reuss, on the road to St. Gothard, like which, the pass of the Rusten leads to a cold and bleak upper valley.
Her honor is my honor, both by this tie, and because, as you know, we have long loved each other. Therefore will I fight Count von Reuss to the death, and a good cause enough." The Prince whistled an unprincely habit, but then all millers' lads whistle at their work. So Prince Karl whistled as he meditated. "I see further into this matter than that if indeed you love this maid.
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