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Boltay took the trouble to frequent the coffee-houses and the meetings of the merchants, and listened with all his ears in case he might hear any talk of a shop-girl who had accepted earnest money from a rich gentleman as the price of her virtue. But there was no such talk anywhere.
Boltay was not the sort of man to accept indiscriminate laudation from any one, so he somewhat curtly interrupted this eulogistic flux of words. "To whom have I the pleasure of speaking, pray? and what are your honour's commands?" "I am Abellino Kárpáthy," replied the stranger. It was only the armoury behind him that prevented Mr. Boltay from falling flat.
She respected, she praised him, but that is not love. All through supper Boltay was cracking jokes with his ward, who responded with great alacrity, and gave him back as good as he gave her. At last the servants removed the table, and the three remained together alone. And now Master Boltay's good humour changed into grave solemnity, and he drew the girl towards him by both hands.
I do not ask to speak to her, but if I might just see her at a little distance through a window, perhaps just catch a peep at her surreptitiously, see her pass before me, hear her speaking to some one else Oh, then, all my desires would be satisfied!" Master Boltay was quite touched by these words, though it did occur to him that he had witnessed a somewhat similar scene in some German tragedy.
"Oh, sir! oh, my dear sir! most worthy, honourable, magnanimous Mr. Boltay, suffer me to kiss the dust from your boots! Oh, thou guardian angel of the righteous, thou defender of the innocent, may God grant thee many, many years upon earth, and, after this life, all the joys of heaven! Was there ever a case like mine? My heart faints within me at the thought of telling my tale; but tell it I must.
Then she answered coldly and sensibly, "That would mean good luck, but not happiness." "It is true," continued Boltay, "that your second suitor is not young; but, instead of love, he promises you ease and a high position." "Who is it?"
Now, look here, Daddy Boltay, first of all, when I told you to marry and I would be your wife, you said you might be my grandfather, and now you offer me Master Jock as a husband. What do you mean by it?" Master Boltay was delighted. He laughed till the tears ran down his cheeks.
Master Boltay hastened to seek Teresa, and make her acquainted with the interesting situation. The magnate's proposal overwhelmed her likewise, and she too could promise Alexander very little success. Teresa had often tried the heart of the girl, she had often unexpectedly mentioned the youth's name to her, and the girl had always remained cold.
One day Teresa went to Pressburg to see how the wedding-garments were getting on all the preparations for the marriage were being made outside the house and as they were not ready, she felt obliged to remain in town all night, and sent Boltay back to guard the house. Hitherto, Fanny had never lain alone in her room.
As for Abellino, he strutted up and down the town all day on the offchance of calling some one out; but as nobody gave him the opportunity, he and the other young elegants finally held a conference at the Meyers' house, and it was decided that a challenge should be sent to this advertising pater-familias. "What, Master Boltay? The master-carpenter! Why, that would be a mere jest.
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