“They were quite friendly when you were meeting with Schröder at the restaurant. And yesterday I overhead him having an earnest discussion about houses in a neighborhood not far from here.”
“You think he’s going to take a house in Vienna? Why would he do that?” I asked.
“Not for himself. For her.”
“Surely not!”
“I confronted him about it. He’s concerned for her safety. You’ve seen the neighborhood in which she lives, Kallista.”
“Yes, it’s dreadful,” I said. “He’s right to try to take her out of it. I just don’t—”
“You’re shocked at the thought that he might make her his mistress.”
“No! I—” I paused. “Yes, I am. And I’m ashamed of myself.”
“Is it because of her class?”
“No, it’s just…such a blatant thing to do. And it ruins her while it saves her. There must be a better way.”
“It is preferable to leaving her in a slum, don’t you think?”
“Of course.” And it was, but it did not sit well with me for a host of reasons I did not entirely comprehend. “I suppose he won’t see her often. It’s not as if he often travels to the Continent—”
“Are you jealous?” Cécile asked.
“Not in the least!” I said. “I just…I’ve never before known someone who’s done such a thing.”
“You undoubtedly know many gentlemen who’ve set up households for women. But until now, you were blissfully unaware of it.”
“I’m not sure that makes me feel better, Cécile.”
Cécile looked over at Friedrich and Anna. “What can we do to convince her parents that they should be married?”
“I don’t know,” I said. “I’m afraid I’ve given the subject sadly little thought. It’s not that I don’t wish to help them—”
“You do not have the luxury of focusing on such pleasantly challenging endeavors at the moment. I spoke to Klimt about the university murals. It will be two years at least before anyone will be given the commission. And the fact is, it’s unlikely that it will be awarded to anyone but Klimt and his brother.”
“Poor Friedrich. There must be something that we can do.”
“Leave our young lovers to me. I will see them engaged before we leave Vienna.”
“I’ll leave you to it,” I said.
My fiancé was waiting for me when I arrived at the Griensteidl. Jeremy had come with me, but did not go inside, only checked to make sure Colin was there. I nodded to Viktor to indicate that I wanted my usual and dropped into a chair, beginning to feel my nerves calm the moment I breathed in the rich smell of coffee. I might not like to drink it, but its scent provided instant comfort, undoubtedly because the Griensteidl had started to feel like home.
“This paper,” he said, waving a copy of the Neue Freie Presse in front of me. “It’s outrageous the way they report on every detail of suicides in the city, almost as if they’re sport. One more spectacular than the next.”
“I wonder if it encourages people?” I asked, pulling off my gloves and removing my hat, glad to be discussing something other than Mr. Harrison and Herr Schröder, even if only for a moment.
“There’s a strange culture of death in Vienna. You should see the parades of people leaving flowers in the cemeteries on All Saints’ Day. The Neue Freie Presse runs lengthy critiques of what’s left at famous graves. Did Beethoven get better flowers than Schubert?”
“Friedrich told me about that,” I said, tucking a stray curl behind my ear. “Morbid.”
“Of course many of the suicides end up in the Friedhof der Namenlosen, the Cemetery of the Nameless. A bleak, unhappy place.”
“But full of flowers and devout prayer on All Souls’ Day,” I said. “Lady Paget says that even the children here throw themselves in the Danube if they can’t do their schoolwork. She’s exaggerating, I’m sure, but it’s all so very different from England.”
“Where none of it would ever be spoken of.”
“Precisely,” I said. “Though I’m not sure if that’s entirely a bad thing.”
“How was your meeting with Schröder?”
“I’m afraid I got a bit carried away.”
“How so?” Colin asked, and I described for him exactly what had happened. “You have quite a flair for this, my dear. You’ve no fear at all, do you?” He reached across the table and squeezed my hand.
“It was rather thrilling,” I said, feeling a creeping flush of excitement along with a sigh of relief. I’d been afraid that he’d be angry at being put in what could be considered an awkward situation. “I hope you don’t object to my giving your mistress back to you.”
“I couldn’t care less what Schröder thinks of me so long as it does not trouble you.”
“I’ll tolerate you living a debauched double life so long as it’s fictional. But I’m afraid I may have overstepped my bounds, offering to give him information.” The curl had fallen back in my face. Again I pushed it behind my ear, but it would not stay.
“No doubt you have, but I admire your boldness.” He stared at me with an inspiring intensity.
“I’m glad to hear it.” I opened my reticule to pull out a hairpin, refusing to admit defeat to a defiant curl. Instead of finding the pin, however, my hands rested on the cool surface of another of Mr. Harrison’s bullets. I placed it on the table in front of Colin. “Mr. Harrison’s been leaving these for me to remind me that he can reach me anywhere.”
Colin grabbed both of my hands and squeezed them hard, his eyes full of concern. “How many times has this happened?”
“I don’t even know. I seem to find them everywhere I go, including my hotel room,” I said. His face was calm. “I admit it scares me.”
“It should. I’m not suggesting it should dissuade you from continuing your work, but you must proceed with extreme caution.”
“I’m being careful. We’ve already spoken to the hotel manager about further increasing security, and Cécile’s going to have Sissi send a guard from the palace.”
“An excellent idea. But…” He stopped and met my eyes. “It is so very tempting to order you to stop. To send you back to London. To—”
“To behave like the typical overprotective English husband.”
“The role does have some merits.” He squeezed my hand.
“Not for us,” I said.
“No, though it would make this much easier.”
“Easy does not equal worthwhile.”
“So what are you going to do about Mr. Harrison and his bullets?” he asked.
“Be more vigilant,” I said. “I will take every reasonable precaution.”
“Don’t limit yourself to reasonable ones.”
I smiled. “Jeremy will keep me safe.”
“I’m inclined to believe that Harrison won’t harm you. It wouldn’t forward his plans. But I can’t be certain. Are you sure you want to continue?”
“There can be no answer to that question but yes,” I said. “You must trust me to be careful.”
“I will, Emily. But be forewarned. If the situation deteriorates, I will put a stop to this.”
“You can’t,” I said.
“I can.” He folded his arms over his chest.
“Well, I’d lose all respect for you if you did, so I suppose I’ll have to make sure it never happens.” My flip tone did nothing to lighten the mood. “Will you help me with Herr Schröder? Can you give me something for him?”
“I can draw up some correct, official, and utterly useless documents. That should secure his trust. The key is to produce something that he can verify with just the right amount of difficulty. How did you manage to take over my work for me? At this point I think you’ve a better chance of uncovering his plans than I do.”
“Perhaps, but you may be better able to stop them than I.”
“Why does this make you more irresistible than ever to me?” he asked.
“More irresistible than ever, am I? Have I mentioned that my mother’s hoping to have half the royal families of Europe at our wedding? Wouldn’t you prefer to elope?”
“Can you convince the queen?” He smiled.
“I’d rather work on you,” I said. “I know I’ve no chance with her.”