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He made no move to obey the behest to "help himself," whereupon Count Vavel himself thrust his hands into the chest, lifted what he could hold between them of gold and silver, and filled the vice-palatine's hat, which that worthy was holding in his hand. "But pray I beg of you " remonstrated Herr Bernat, "at least, let us count it." "You can count it when you get home," interrupted Count Vavel.
He arrived at the castle in due time; and Count Vavel, who wished to make amends for his former rudeness to so important a personage, greeted him with great cordiality. "The Herr Count has been ill, I understand?" began Herr Bernat, when greetings had been exchanged. "I have not been ill at least, not to my knowledge," smilingly responded the count. "Indeed?
In the brilliantly lighted doorway something shining could be seen laboriously advancing, swaying this way and that, as if the waves of an angry sea were rocking it. The crowd again began to cheer, and the music sounded. "Vitol el pare San Bernat!"
"The count is in a hurry," continued Herr Bernat, "for he may have to ride at the head of a company of militia to the war in less than three weeks." Here the cruel needle thrust its point into the fair worker's rosy finger. Herr Bernat smiled roguishly; and said: "Would n't you like to hear the name of the bride, my pretty sister Katinka?" "If it is no secret," was the indifferent response.
"Well, you must know that there are three essential parts among the works of a clock," returned Herr Bernat, complacently puffing away at his pipe. "There is the spring, the pendulum, and the escapement. The wheels are the subordinates. The spring is the law passed by the Diet. The pendulum is the palatine office, which has to set the law in motion; the escapement is the imperial counselor of war.
"San Bernat! San Bernat!... Viva el pare San Bernat! Father Saint Bernard, viva!" Under the drizzle pouring from the sky and the streams tumbling from the eavespouts, the mob rushed along through the streets in a wild riot.
And suddenly it stopped raining. A wild cheer, a shout of joy and triumph, shook the multitude. "Vitol el pare San Bernat!..." Now would the people of the neighboring towns dare dispute his immense power?... There was the proof! Two days of incessant downpour, and then, the moment the Saint showed his face out of doors fair weather! Excuse me!
I ask your hand for a brave, handsome, and young cavalier." "Thank you very much for the honor, my dear Bernat bácsi, but I intend to remain faithful to my vow never to marry." "Then you send me out of your house with a mitten, Katinka hugom?" "I should prefer to detain you as a welcome guest." "Thanks; but I cannot stop to-day. I am invited to a betrothal feast over at the Nameless Castle.
Here the baroness and the vice-palatine seated themselves where they could look directly at the Nameless Castle; and Herr Bernat Görömbölyi proceeded to explain how he intended to take the castle without force which was forbidden a Hungarian official.
"And now, I must present myself: I am the vice-palatine of this county, and am called Bernat Görömbölyi von Dravakeresztur." "My dear sir!" ejaculated the baroness, laughing heartily, "I could n't commit all that to memory in three years!" "That is exactly the way your ladyship's name affects me!" "Then I will tell you what we will do.
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