Beverly of Graustark - Page 62/184

"Now, you'll be sure to find a nice place for him in the castle guard,

won't you, Count Marlanx?" she said at the parting, her hopes as fresh

as the daisy in the dew, her confidence supreme. The count promised

faithfully, even eagerly. Colonel Quinnox, trained as he was in the

diplomacy of silence, could scarcely conceal his astonishment at the

conquest of the hard old warrior.

Although the afternoon was well spent before Beverly reached Ganlook,

she was resolved to visit the obdurate patient at once, relying upon her

resourcefulness to secure his promise to start with her for Edelweiss on

the following morning. The coach delivered her at the hospital door in

grand style. When the visitor was ushered into the snug little room of

the governor's office, her heart was throbbing and her composure was

undergoing a most unusual strain. It annoyed her to discover that the

approaching contact with an humble goat-hunter was giving her such

unmistakable symptoms of perturbation.

From an upstairs window in the hospital the convalescent but unhappy

patient witnessed her approach and arrival. His sore, lonely heart gave

a bound of joy, for the days had seemed long since her departure.

He had had time to think during these days, too. Turning over in his

mind all of the details in connection with their meeting and their

subsequent intercourse, it began to dawn upon him that she might not be

what she assumed to be. Doubts assailed him, suspicions grew into

amazing forms of certainty. There were times when he laughed

sardonically at himself for being taken in by this strange but charming

young woman, but through it all his heart and mind were being drawn more

and more fervently toward her. More than once he called himself a fool

and more than once he dreamed foolish dreams of her--princess or not. Of

one thing he was sure: he had come to love the adventure for the sake of

what it promised and there was no bitterness beneath his suspicions.

Arrayed in clean linen and presentable clothes, pale from indoor

confinement and fever, but once more the straight and strong cavalier of

the hills, he hastened into her presence when the summons came for him

to descend. He dropped to his knee and kissed her hand, determined to

play the game, notwithstanding his doubts. As he arose she glanced for a

flitting second into his dark eyes, and her own long lashes drooped.

"Your highness!" he said gratefully.

"How well and strong you look," she said hurriedly. "Some of the tan is

gone, but you look as though you had never been ill. Are you quite

recovered?"

"They say I am as good as new," he smilingly answered. "A trifle weak

and uncertain in my lower extremities, but a few days of exercise in the

mountains will overcome all that. Is all well with you and Graustark?

They will give me no news here, by whose order I do not know."