Complete Works of Bram Stoker (369 page)

“My dear, my dear, I am glad!  Rupert’s wife, you and I must love each other very much.”  Seeing that they were laughing and crying in each other’s arms, I thought it best to come away and leave them alone.  And I didn’t feel a bit lonely either when I was out of sight of them.  I knew that where those two dear women were there was a place for my own heart.

When I came back, Teuta was sitting on Aunt Janet’s knee.  It seemed rather stupendous for the old lady, for Teuta is such a splendid creature that even when she sits on my own knee and I catch a glimpse of us in some mirror, I cannot but notice what a nobly-built girl she is.

My wife was jumping up as soon as I was seen, but Aunt Janet held her tight to her, and said:

“Don’t stir, dear.  It is such happiness to me to have you there.  Rupert has always been my ‘little boy,’ and, in spite of all his being such a giant, he is so still.  And so you, that he loves, must be my little girl  —  in spite of all your beauty and your strength  —  and sit on my knee, till you can place there a little one that shall be dear to us all, and that shall let me feel my youth again.  When first I saw you I was surprised, for, somehow, though I had never seen you nor even heard of you, I seemed to know your face.  Sit where you are, dear.  It is only Rupert  —  and we both love him.”

Teuta looked at me, flushing rosily; but she sat quiet, and drew the old lady’s white head on her young breast.

JANET MACKELPIE’S NOTES.

July
8, 1907.

I used to think that whenever Rupert should get married or start on the way to it by getting engaged  —  I would meet his future wife with something of the same affection that I have always had for himself.  But I know now that what was really in my mind was
jealousy
, and that I was really fighting against my own instincts, and pretending to myself that I was not jealous.  Had I ever had the faintest idea that she would be anything the least like Teuta, that sort of feeling should never have had even a foothold.  No wonder my dear boy is in love with her, for, truth to tell, I am in love with her myself.  I don’t think I ever met a creature  —  a woman creature, of course, I mean  —  with so many splendid qualities.  I almost fear to say it, lest it should seem to myself wrong; but I think she is as good as a woman as Rupert is as a man.  And what more than that can I say?  I thought I loved her and trusted her, and knew her all I could, until this morning.

I was in my own room, as it is still called.  For, though Rupert tells me in confidence that under his uncle’s will the whole estate of Vissarion, Castle and all, really belongs to the Voivode, and though the Voivode has been persuaded to accept the position, he (the Voivode) will not allow anything to be changed.  He will not even hear a word of my going, or changing my room, or anything.  And Rupert backs him up in it, and Teuta too.  So what am I to do but let the dears have their way?

Well, this morning, when Rupert was with the Voivode at a meeting of the National Council in the Great Hall, Teuta came to me, and (after closing the door and bolting it, which surprised me a little) came and knelt down beside me, and put her face in my lap.  I stroked her beautiful black hair, and said:

“What is it, Teuta darling?  Is there any trouble?  And why did you bolt the door?  Has anything happened to Rupert?”  When she looked up I saw that her beautiful black eyes, with the stars in them, were overflowing with tears not yet shed.  But she smiled through them, and the tears did not fall.  When I saw her smile my heart was eased, and I said without thinking: “Thank God, darling, Rupert is all right.”

“I thank God, too, dear Aunt Janet!” she said softly; and I took her in my arms and laid her head on my breast.

“Go on, dear,” I said; “tell me what it is that troubles you?”  This time I saw the tears drop, as she lowered her head and hid her face from me.

“I’m afraid I have deceived you, Aunt Janet, and that you will not  —  cannot  —  forgive me.”

“Lord save you, child!” I said, “there’s nothing that you could do that I could not and would not forgive.  Not that you would ever do anything base, for that is the only thing that is hard to forgive.  Tell me now what troubles you.”

She looked up in my eyes fearlessly, this time with only the signs of tears that had been, and said proudly:

“Nothing base, Aunt Janet.  My father’s daughter would not willingly be base.  I do not think she could.  Moreover, had I ever done anything base I should not be here, for  —  for  —  I should never have been Rupert’s wife!”

“Then what is it?  Tell your old Aunt Janet, dearie.”  She answered me with another question:

“Aunt Janet, do you know who I am, and how I first met Rupert?”

“You are the Voivodin Teuta Vissarion  —  the daughter of the Voivode  —  Or, rather, you were; you are now Mrs. Rupert Sent Leger.  For he is still an Englishman, and a good subject of our noble King.”

“Yes, Aunt Janet,” she said, “I am that, and proud to be it  —  prouder than I would be were I my namesake, who was Queen in the old days.  But how and where did I see Rupert first?”  I did not know, and frankly told her so.  So she answered her question herself:

“I saw him first in his own room at night.”  I knew in my heart that in whatever she did had been nothing wrong, so I sat silent waiting for her to go on:

“I was in danger, and in deadly fear.  I was afraid I might die  —  not that I fear death  —  and I wanted help and warmth.  I was not dressed as I am now!”

On the instant it came to me how I knew her face, even the first time I had seen it.  I wished to help her out of the embarrassing part of her confidence, so I said:

“Dearie, I think I know.  Tell me, child, will you put on the frock . . . the dress . . . costume you wore that night, and let me see you in it?  It is not mere idle curiosity, my child, but something far, far above such idle folly.”

“Wait for me a minute, Aunt Janet,” she said, as she rose up; “I shall not be long.”  Then she left the room.

In a very few minutes she was back.  Her appearance might have frightened some people, for she was clad only in a shroud.  Her feet were bare, and she walked across the room with the gait of an empress, and stood before me with her eyes modestly cast down.  But when presently she looked up and caught my eyes, a smile rippled over her face.  She threw herself once more before me on her knees, and embraced me as she said:

“I was afraid I might frighten you, dear.”  I knew I could truthfully reassure her as to that, so I proceeded to do so:

“Do not worry yourself, my dear.  I am not by nature timid.  I come of a fighting stock which has sent out heroes, and I belong to a family wherein is the gift of Second Sight.  Why should we fear?  We know!  Moreover, I saw you in that dress before.  Teuta, I saw you and Rupert married!”  This time she herself it was that seemed disconcerted.

“Saw us married!  How on earth did you manage to be there?”

“I was not there.  My Seeing was long before!  Tell me, dear, what day, or rather what night, was it that you first saw Rupert?”  She answered sadly:

“I do not know.  Alas!  I lost count of the days as I lay in the tomb in that dreary Crypt.”

“Was your  —  your clothing wet that night?” I asked.

“Yes.  I had to leave the Crypt, for a great flood was out, and the church was flooded.  I had to seek help  —  warmth  —  for I feared I might die.  Oh, I was not, as I have told you, afraid of death.  But I had undertaken a terrible task to which I had pledged myself.  It was for my father’s sake, and the sake of the Land, and I felt that it was a part of my duty to live.  And so I lived on, when death would have been relief.  It was to tell you all about this that I came to your room to-day.  But how did you see me  —  us  —  married?”

“Ah, my child!” I answered, “that was before the marriage took place.  The morn after the night that you came in the wet, when, having been troubled in uncanny dreaming, I came to see if Rupert was a’richt, I lost remembrance o’ my dreaming, for the floor was all wet, and that took off my attention.  But later, the morn after Rupert used his fire in his room for the first time, I told him what I had dreamt; for, lassie, my dear, I saw ye as bride at that weddin’ in fine lace o’er yer shrood, and orange-flowers and ithers in yer black hair; an’ I saw the stars in yer bonny een  —  the een I love.  But oh, my dear, when I saw the shrood, and kent what it might mean, I expeckit to see the worms crawl round yer feet.  But do ye ask yer man to tell ye what I tell’t him that morn.  ‘Twill interest ye to know how the hairt o’ men can learn by dreams.  Has he ever tellt ye aught o’ this?”

“No, dear,” she said simply.  “I think that perhaps he was afraid that one or other of us, if not both, might be upset by it if he did.  You see, he did not tell you anything at all of our meeting, though I am sure that he will be glad when he knows that we both know all about it, and have told each other everything.”

That was very sweet of her, and very thoughtful in all ways, so I said that which I thought would please her best  —  that is, the truth:

“Ah, lassie, that is what a wife should be  —  what a wife should do.  Rupert is blessed and happy to have his heart in your keeping.”

I knew from the added warmth of her kiss what I had said had pleased her.

Letter from Ernest Roger Halbard Melton
,
Humcroft
,
Salop
,
to Rupert Sent Leger
,
Vissarion
,
Land of the Blue Mountains
.

July
29, 1907.

My dear Cousin Rupert,

We have heard such glowing accounts of Vissarion that I am coming out to see you.  As you are yourself now a landowner, you will understand that my coming is not altogether a pleasure.  Indeed, it is a duty first.  When my father dies I shall be head of the family  —  the family of which Uncle Roger, to whom we were related, was a member.  It is therefore meet and fitting that I should know something of our family branches and of their Seats.  I am not giving you time for much warning, so am coming on immediately  —  in fact, I shall arrive almost as soon as this letter.  But I want to catch you in the middle of your tricks.  I hear that the Blue Mountaineer girls are peaches, so don’t send them
all
away when you hear I’m coming!

Do send a yacht up to Fiume to meet me.  I hear you have all sorts of craft at Vissarion.  The MacSkelpie, I hear, said you received her as a Queen; so I hope you will do the decent by one of your own flesh and blood, and the future Head of the House at that.  I shan’t bring much of a retinue with me. 
I
wasn’t made a billionaire by old Roger, so can only take my modest “man Friday”  —  whose name is Jenkinson, and a Cockney at that.  So don’t have too much gold lace and diamond-hilted scimitars about, like a good chap, or else he’ll want the very worst  —  his wyges ryzed.  That old image Rooke that came over for Miss McS., and whom by chance I saw at the attorney man’s, might pilot me down from Fiume.  The old gentleman-by-Act-of-Parliament Mr. Bingham Trent (I suppose he has hyphened it by this time) told me that Miss McS. said he “did her proud” when she went over under his charge.  I shall be at Fiume on the evening of Wednesday, and shall stay at the Europa, which is, I am told, the least indecent hotel in the place.  So you know where to find me, or any of your attendant demons can know, in case I am to suffer “substituted service.”

Your affectionate Cousin,
Ernest Roger Halbard Melton.

Letter from Admiral Rooke to the Gospodar Rupert
.

August
1, 1907.

Sir,

In obedience to your explicit direction that I should meet Mr. Ernest R. H. Melton at Fiume, and report to you exactly what occurred, “without keeping anything back,”  —  as you will remember you said, I beg to report.

I brought the steam-yacht
Trent
to Fiume, arriving there on the morning of Thursday.  At 11.30 p.m.  I went to meet the train from St. Peter, due 11.40.  It was something late, arriving just as the clock was beginning to strike midnight.  Mr. Melton was on board, and with him his valet Jenkinson.  I am bound to say that he did not seem very pleased with his journey, and expressed much disappointment at not seeing Your Honour awaiting him.  I explained, as you directed, that you had to attend with the Voivode Vissarion and the Vladika the National Council, which met at Plazac, or that otherwise you would have done yourself the pleasure of coming to meet him.  I had, of course, reserved rooms (the Prince of Wales’s suite), for him at the Re d’Ungheria, and had waiting the carriage which the proprietor had provided for the Prince of Wales when he stayed there.  Mr. Melton took his valet with him (on the box-seat), and I followed in a
Stadtwagen
with the luggage.  When I arrived, I found the
maître d’hôtel
in a stupor of concern.  The English nobleman, he said, had found fault with everything, and used to him language to which he was not accustomed.  I quieted him, telling him that the stranger was probably unused to foreign ways, and assuring him that Your Honour had every faith in him.  He announced himself satisfied and happy at the assurance.  But I noticed that he promptly put everything in the hands of the headwaiter, telling him to satisfy the milor at any cost, and then went away to some urgent business in Vienna.  Clever man!

I took Mr. Melton’s orders for our journey in the morning, and asked if there was anything for which he wished.  He simply said to me:

“Everything is rotten.  Go to hell, and shut the door after you!”  His man, who seems a very decent little fellow, though he is as vain as a peacock, and speaks with a Cockney accent which is simply terrible, came down the passage after me, and explained “on his own,” as he expressed it, that his master, “Mr. Ernest,” was upset by the long journey, and that I was not to mind.  I did not wish to make him uncomfortable, so I explained that I minded nothing except what Your Honour wished; that the steam-yacht would be ready at 7 a.m.; and that I should be waiting in the hotel from that time on till Mr. Melton cared to start, to bring him aboard.

In the morning I waited till the man Jenkinson came and told me that Mr. Ernest would start at ten.  I asked if he would breakfast on board; he answered that he would take his
café-complet
at the hotel, but breakfast on board.