would disappear, possibly to be remembered with regard, but no more.
He stared beyond the faded bed of flowers towards the brave show of daisies and asters beyond and the bright, rather straggling marigolds, a sudden flare of color against the wet earth and darkening leaves.
"Miss Latterly, if you should happen to become aware of any of the details of this miserable business of Countess Ros-tova and the Princess Gisela, I would appreciate it if you did not mention it to Robert. I fear it may become extremely unpleasant by the time it reaches trial, if that cannot be prevented. I don't wish him to be unnecessarily distressed. My wife has a somewhat romantic view of things. That would be a pleasanter one for him to accept."
"I know very little of it," Hester said honestly. "The Baroness told me how the Prince and Gisela met, which I suppose I should already have known, and I believe Robert knew that too. But I have no idea why the Countess Rostova should make such an accusation. I don't even know if it is personal or political. It seems extraordinary, when she obviously cannot prove it."
Bernd pushed his hands into his pockets and swayed very slightly on his feet.
Hester was fascinated by the passion which must have driven Countess Rostova, but more urgently than that, she was deeply concerned for Rathbone. It would not matter greatly that he should lose a case. In fact, she thought privately that it might do him good. He had become very pleased with himself since his knighthood. But she did not want to see him humiliated by having taken up a case which was absurd, or alienate himself from his colleagues and from society, even from the ordinary people in the street who identified with the romance of Gisela's story and wished to believe well of her. People do not like their dreams trampled upon.
"Why should she do such a thing?" she asked aloud, aware that he might consider her impertinent. "Is it possible someone else prompted her?"
A slight wind stirred in the trees, sending a drift of leaves down.
He turned around slowly and looked at her, a furrow across his brow.
"I had not thought of that. Zorah is a strange and willful woman, but I have never known her to act in so self-destructive a manner before. I can think of no sane reason why she should make such a charge. She never liked Gisela, but then neither did a great many people. Gisela is a woman with a talent for making both friends and enemies."
"Could Zorah be acting for one of her enemies?"
"In such a suicidal manner?" He shook his head fractionally. "I wouldn't do that for anyone else. Would you?"
"That depends upon who it was and why I thought they wanted me to," she replied, hoping he would tell her more about Zorah. "Do you think she really believes it is true?"
He considered the question for several moments.
"I would find it difficult," he said at last. "Gisela could have nothing to gain personally or politically by Friedrich's death, and everything to lose. I don't see how Zorah could fail to know that."
"Do they know each other well?" It piqued her curiosity sharply. What would the relationship be between those two so different women?
"In a sense, as I think all women know each other when they have lived many years in such circumstances, amid the same circle of people. Their characters are quite different, but there are ways in which their lives are not. Zorah could very easily have been where Gisela was, had Friedrich been of a different personality, had he fallen in love with Zorah's type of unsuitable woman instead of Gisela's." A sudden distaste marred his expression, and she realized with intense sharpness the degree of his anger against the woman who had disrupted the royal house and caused a prince to abandon his people and his duty.
"They couldn't have quarreled over another man, could they?" she said aloud, still searching for reasons.
"Gisela?" Bernd seemed surprised. "I doubt it. She flirted, but it was only a sort of... a sort of exercise of her power. She never encouraged anyone. Certainly, I would swear she had no interest."
"But Zorah could have, and if the man was in love with Gisela ... Gisela must have had the most amazing charm, a magnetic allure." She realized she was speaking of her as if she were dead. "I mean she must have still, I imagine."