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Updated: May 11, 2025
Andor had acquitted himself of the same duty, and Elsa's cool little hand had rested for a few seconds longer than was necessary in his own brown one. She had murmured the necessary words of invitation for the ceremonies on the morrow, and he was still standing in the doorway when Klara Goldstein was about to take her leave.
Andor was not here, and as the spirit of music and of dancing crept more and more into her brain, she almost got to the stage of believing that his appearance to-day had only been a dream. Nor would she look to see if Erös Béla were here. She knew that he had gone off soon after dancing began. He had slipped away quietly, and at first no one had noticed his absence.
Yet Andor was due back at the end of the summer. The fourteenth of September came and went and the new recruits went with it another week, and those who had completed their three years would be coming home. Andor would, of course, be among them. There had come no adverse report about him, and no news during those three years is always counted to be good news.
"Elsa, you will wait for me?" asked Andor, with deep, passionate anxiety at last. "I will wait for you, Andor," replied the girl simply, "if the good God will give me the strength." "The strength, Elsa, will be in yourself," he urged, "if only you love me as I love you." "Three years is such a long time!" she sighed. "I will count the weeks that separate us, Elsa the days the hours "
Why He chose to part you from Andor," he added, with touching simplicity, "why He chose to withhold that letter from you until to-night, we shall probably never know. But that it was His way for your future happiness, of that I am convinced." "There could have been no harm this time, Pater, in Andor and I being happy in our way.
There would be her three cows and the pigs which Béla was giving her, and which he would graze on his own land. Above all, there would be the comfortable bed and armchair for the sick man, and the little maid to wait upon him. There was so much, so much to be thankful for! And since God chose to take Andor away, what else was there to live for, save to see her mother and father contented?
Andor had adjured her to wait for him: and Elsa was still young just sixteen when Andor went away. She was in no hurry to get married. No one, of course, guessed the reason of her obstinate refusal of all the best matrimonial prizes in the county. No one guessed her secret the depth of her love for Andor her promise to wait for him her mother guessed it least of all.
She was shivering as with cold, though the heat in the room was close and heavy with fumes of wine and tobacco: her teeth were chattering, a cold perspiration had damped the roots of her hair. She had wanted to call Andor back, just to ask him definitely if he had been successful in his errand and what he had done with the key.
"She is trying to come between you and me, Elsa," said Andor, who was trying to keep his violent rage in check. "She tried to come between you and Béla, and chose an ugly method to get at what she wanted. She hates you .
I shall know if you bully her, I shall know if you make her unhappy. I shall know and God help you in that case! if you are not kind to her. Just think in future when you speak a rough word to her that Lakatos Andor will hear you and make you pay for every syllable. Think when you browbeat her that Lakatos Andor can see you!
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