William Monk 07 - Weighed in the Balance

know you were in Felzburg,” she continued. “Have you Mends here?”
    “Only new friends,” he replied. “But I am finding the city most exhilarating.” It was true, even if it was due to Evelyn’s presence in it rather than any qualities of the city itself. The industrial cities of northern England would have been exhilarating for him had Evelyn been there.
    “That is the first time I have heard it described so,” she said with amusement. She was a big woman with broad shoulders,but utterly feminine. He noticed how flawless her skin was, and how smooth her neck. She was wearing a king’s ransom in jewels, an unusual necklace of cabochon star rubies and pearls. She must hate Gisela, not only for the personal humiliation but also for what she had taken from the country in luring away Friedrich, who would fight for independence, and leaving Waldo, who seemed genuinely to believe in unification. And she had been at Wellborough Hall.
    The thought was repellent, but it could not be swept away, no matter how hard it was to believe, standing there on the steps overlooking the ballroom and seeing the peace in her face.
    “You don’t find it so?” he asked. He thought of sounding surprised, then changed his mind. She would think it affected, perhaps even sarcastic. She was as aware as he, perhaps more so, that it was a very small city compared with the great capitals of Europe, and almost provincial in nature.
    As if reading his thoughts, she answered. “It has character and individuality.” Her smile widened. “It has a vigor of life. But it is also old-fashioned, a little resentful of sophisticated people from our larger neighbors, and too often suspicious because we dread being overshadowed. Like most other places, we have too many officials, and they all seem to be related to one another. Gossip is rampant, as it is in all small cities. But on the other hand, we are hospitable and generous, and we do not have armed soldiers in the streets.” She had not said she loved it, but it was there far more eloquently in her eyes and her voice. If he had been uncertain of her loyalty to independence before, he was not now.
    Suddenly
exhilarating
seemed a false word to have used. He had been thinking of Evelyn, not the city, and it was patronizing to speak falsely of thousands of people’s lives and homes.
    She was looking at him curiously. Perhaps she saw something of his thoughts reflected in his face.
    “I wish I could stay longer,” he said, and this time he was sincere.
    “Must you leave?”
    “Yes. Unfortunately, I have business in London which will not wait.” That was truer than she could know. “Perhaps you will do me the honor of allowing me to accompany you in?”
    “Thank you.” She took his proffered arm and began down the steps. He was about to tell the footman who he was when the man bowed deferentially to Brigitte and took Monk’s card.
    “The Baroness von Arlsbach … and Mr. William Monk,” he announced.
    Immediately there was a hush as heads turned, not to Monk, but to Brigitte. There was a murmur of respect. A way parted for them to enter the crowd. No one pushed forward or resumed their previous conversation until the couple had passed.
    Monk realized with a rush of heat to his face how presumptuous he had been. Brigitte had very possibly not aspired to be queen, as apparently Gisela had, but her people had wished it. She was revered next only to Ulrike, and perhaps better loved.
    His earlier pity for her faded. To be one man’s passionate love was perhaps a quirk of nature no one could create or foresee. To be loved by a country was a mark of worth. No one who held it should be thought of slightly.
    The music was beginning in the room beyond. Should he invite her to dance? Would it be insulting now if he did not, or would it be a further presumption if he did? He was not used to indecision. He could not remember ever having felt so gauche before.
    She turned to face him, holding out her other hand. It was gracefully done, an unspoken acceptance before he had time to make either mistake.
    He found himself smiling with relief, and led her onto the floor.
    It was another half hour before he was able to find Evelyn. She was as light in his arms as a drift of silk, her eyes full oflaughter. They danced as if there were no one else in the huge room. She flirted outrageously, and he reveled in it. The night would be far too short.
    He saw Klaus looking melancholy and rather bad