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Updated: May 11, 2025
The clang of the distant bell chased away Elsa's last hovering dreams. Andor did not hear it; he was pressing the girl closer and closer to him, unmindful of his surroundings, unmindful that he was on the high road, and that frequently ox-carts went by laden with people, and that passers-by were hurrying now toward the railway station.
So, after a little while, when she felt that if she spoke her voice would be quite steady, she said gently: "It is not all true, is it, Andor?" She could not she would not believe it all true not in the way that Klara had put it before her, with all its horrible details of callousness and cowardice.
To her the words were magic because they wrought a miracle in her. She had been a girl a child ere those words were spoken. She liked Andor, she liked her father and her mother, little Emma over the way, Mari néni, who was always kind. She had loved them all, been pleased when she saw them, glad to give them an affectionate kiss.
She meant to meet Andor face to face before she was packed off as the submissive wife of a hated husband the naughty child, whipped and sent out of the way she meant to throw all the pent-up bitterness within her, straight into his face and meant to do it when Elsa was nigh.
"If someone else spoke of me a hundred times more disparagingly than I ever do of Andor would you defend me as warmly, I wonder, as you do him?" "Don't let us quarrel about Andor," she rejoined gently, "it does not seem right now that he is dead." "Love will follow." They had reached the small cottage where old Kapus and his wife and Elsa lived.
There is the back door, you know," she continued, talking a little excitedly and volubly, "which my father always keeps locked and the key in his pocket, and Count Feri wanted me to give him the duplicate key, so that he could slip in that way unobserved." "Hm!" mused Andor. "What would your father have said to that?" "Father is going to Kecskemét presently by the nine o'clock train."
The fall had been very gradual there had been nothing grand or heroic or soul-stirring about it: Andor had gone away, having told her that he loved her, and adjured her to wait for him. She had waited for three years, patiently, quietly, obstinately, despite the many and varied sieges laid to her heart and her imagination by the inflammable, eligible youth of the countryside.
But Andor, who had learned more than his native Hungarian during his wanderings abroad, heard these sneering remarks, and hated the girl for speaking them, and Béla for the loud laugh with which he greeted each sally. Now she held out her small, thin hand to Elsa. "Your good health, my dear Elsa!" she said indifferently.
Is it not a shame that Andor must go to-day for three years, perhaps for ever? The tears that have struggled up to Elsa's tender blue eyes, despite her will to keep them back, add to the charm of her engaging personality, they help to soften the somewhat serious expression of her young face.
A few heartrending cries as each revolution of the wheels takes the lads a little further away from their homes. "Elsa, you will wait for me?" comes as a final, appealing cry from Andor. He stands in the door of the carriage, which he holds wide open, and through a mist of tears which he no longer tries to suppress he sees Elsa standing there, quite still a small image of beauty and of sorrow.
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