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Fanny rushed out to meet Boltay's waggon when he was still a long way off, dragged him down from the coach-box, and, full of childlike gaiety, conducted him all round her little domain; and Boltay kept pinching her cheeks, which were so firm and round that he could scarcely grip hold of them. It was plain that she did not give so much of her time now to melancholy brooding.
At last the whole house slept. Sleep on, for sleep brings with it good counsel. Next morning a strange surprise awaited the two old guardians. Fanny told Boltay that if old Kárpáthy should send for the ring, it was not to be sent back to him, but he was to come for it himself.
I know very well that he would not leave you in want he would provide for you, of course, if he had not got a nephew who is an advocate, to whom, perhaps, he will leave everything. That is family pride, and very natural, after all. Blood, you know, is thicker than water." This was the second assault. Frighten the girl with the thought of what will become of her if Boltay dies!
The person accosted was so preoccupied that the only answer he gave was to nod his head. "Then I suppose I have the pleasure of speaking to the worthy master himself?" Even now Master Boltay was not quite master of his own thoughts, and he could not get it out of his mind that this gentleman had come to pick a quarrel with him. "Yes, I am; I don't deny it," he replied.
Boltay and Teresa said not a word against Fanny's resolution, nor did they talk about the wedding, but in the meantime they began to provide the trousseau, for though as the wife of a magnate, she might come to wear far more splendid things, she might nevertheless keep what they gave her as a souvenir, and, amidst the whirl and bustle of the great world, reflect from time to time, when she looked at their gift, on the modest domestic joys that she had left behind her.
"All right, though it is a pity to ink your fingers, I think, for I can give her the message all the same, if you tell me what it is." "Very well, daddy, tell aunty to bring me a ball of cashmir harras, a yard of pur de laine, or poil-de-chevre " Boltay was frightened at all those foreign words. "It will be better, after all, if you write it down," said he; "I can never learn all that."
I have not tasted a bit of food this day; and if you turn me from your door, and if my daughter will not see me, I must die of hunger in the street; for I would rather perish than accept another morsel from my ungrateful and shameful children." The part of all this rigmarole which appealed to Master Boltay most strongly was that this worthy woman had eaten no food that day.
These two estimable gentlemen then, having, pro superabundante, written out the challenge, in case the Philistine should deny himself or hide away from them, sought out the house of Mr. Boltay and made their way into his workroom. The master was not at home.
Send immediately. "Your affectionate kinswoman, What was the meaning of it? What had happened? When had there been time for anything to happen? They had had their coffee so nicely and quietly together, whispering so confidentially all the time, and kissed each other's hands at parting. Mr. Boltay did not understand it at all. But Teresa began to understand.
I know very well that it is not meant for me, but for my nephew, whose name is Bélá, but who, fool as he is, has re-christened himself Abellino. You have good cause to curse him, for he has brought misfortune to your house." "Not yet, sir," said Boltay, "and I hope to God he will not bring it." "I hope so too; but, alas! the devil never slumbers, especially when pretty girls are about.
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