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The only son Timéa bore to her second husband was a great spendthrift: in his hands the fabulous wealth vanished as quickly as it had grown, and Timéa's grandson lives on the pension he receives from the fund bequeathed by Timar for the benefit of poor nobles. This is all that is left of his gigantic property.
So saying he seized Timar's gun, which leaned against the wall, threw himself into a chair by the fire, and laid the gun across his knee. "There, now we can talk quietly. I have come a long way, and I am dreadfully tired. My equipage left me in the lurch, and I had to travel part of the way on foot." "What do you want here?" said Timar.
Timar was rather hasty in his exercise of justice, and bestowed a little tap on the child's hand as a punishment for the damage done. The boy looked at him, then hid his head in his mother's breast, and began to cry. "See now," said Noémi, sadly, "you would give him away for a pipe, and this one was only of clay." Michael was very sorry to have slapped Dodi's hand.
Oh, the dear little thing!" And she held the frog caressingly to her cheek. Therese turned to Timar in astonishment. "Sir, you are a magician! Only yesterday you could have driven this girl out of her senses with such a creature as that." But Noémi was quite enthusiastic about the frog.
Timar recognized the scarf he had left as a present to her. "Au revoir, darling!" "Au revoir," said the mother and daughter with a kiss. They seemed to take leave of each other every time they parted, as if going on a long journey; and when they met again in an hour, they embraced as if they had been separated for years: the poor things had only each other in this world.
You have a Greek name and a long mustache. I don't trust your face." Timar smiled. "Well, this time nothing but truth shall pass my lips." "Tell that to the other people. You dealers from the upper country are always deceiving us. You pretend there was a poor harvest in your parts and drive our prices down.
Many know her whose religion is silence, and there is no bond which binds master and disciple so closely as this. Every one knows that no money is to be found here; even avarice has no reason to wish her ill. Timar could be certain of having found a place over which centuries might pass before the history of its inhabitants should be drawn into that chaos we call the world.
My curses will take effect on no one." "It is already fulfilled on me," thought Timar. "I am the madman who received them into his house." Noémi tried to bring the subject of roses back. "Tell me, Herr Timar, how could you get such a Moggor rose whose scent stupefies?" "If you wish, I will bring you one." "Where do they grow?" "In Brazil." "Is that far?" "The other side of the world."
"Master Fabula," said Timar to his faithful steward, "this year we will not send the crop either to Raab or Komorn." "What shall we do with it, then?" "We will grind it here. I have two windmills on my property, and we can hire thirty water-mills; those will suffice." "Then we must open a huge warehouse, where we can sell such a quantity." "That will not be wanting.
"Fraülein, your father rests at the bottom of the Danube." Timéa sat down by the bulwarks and looked silently into the water. She did not speak or weep; she only looked fixedly into the river. Timar thought it would lighten her heart if he spoke words of consolation to her. "Fraülein, while you were ill and unconscious, God called your father suddenly to himself. I was beside him in his last hour.
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