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Czipra plainly heard what he said in a subdued voice. "The doctor has forbidden her to speak: in her present condition you cannot cross-question her." Czipra breathed freely again. He was defending her! "In any case I can answer for her, for I was present from the very beginning," said Lorand to the magistrate.
Melanie had on the most simple black dress, without any decoration, only round her neck and wrists were crochet lace trimmings. She was just as simple as Czipra. Her beautiful pale face, with its still childish features, her calm quiet look, all beamed sympathy around her. "My daughter, Czipra," said Topándy, introducing them.
Czipra informed him she would not give Lorand even time to rest himself, but took him at once with her to the laboratory, where they had been wont to be together, to study alone the mysteries of mankind and nature. The old fellow seemed to be in an extraordinarily good humor, which in his case was generally a sign of excitement.
"Excellent couldn't be better. Leave the rest to me. Two days later Kandur will have no need to indulge in such work." Then he began to count on his fingers, as if he were reckoning to himself. "Well, in the first place, I get money in the second, I have my revenge in the third, I take away Czipra, in the fourth, I shall have my fill of human blood, in the fifth, I get money again.
Melanie, with that graciousness which is the mark of all ladies, offered her hand to the girl, and greeted her gently. "Good evening, Czipra." Czipra bitterly inquired: "A foolish name, is it not?" "On the contrary, the name of a goddess, Czipra." "What goddess? Pagan?" the idea did not please Czipra: she knit her eyebrows and nodded in disapproval.
"Let us go to bed in good time, as we must be early afoot to-morrow." This evening the customary conversation at the window did not take place. The two girls shook hands and wished each other good night. Melanie departed to her room. Czipra was sleeping in the room next to hers. When Melanie had shut the door behind her, Czipra blew out the candle in her own room, and remained in darkness.
He was as fond of Czipra as he was of Melanie, and fonder of the boy than either. Of the three there would be only one pair; he would give his blessing to whichever two should come together. It was a lottery! Heaven forbid that a strange hand should draw lots for one. But Czipra was already quite clear about everything, It was not for her sake that Lorand stayed at home.
When his comrades were at the table, Topándy strove always by ambiguous jokes, delivered in his cynical, good humor, to bring a blush to the cheeks of the girls, who were obliged to do the honors at table; on such occasions Czipra noisily called him to order, while Melanie cleverly and spiritedly avoided the arrow-point of the jest, without opposing to it any foolish prudery, or cold insensibility; and how this action made her queen of every heart!
"What is the matter?" she asked in trembling anxiety. Lorand could not speak. He merely showed her the letter he had read. Czipra could not understand the writing. She did not know how one could poison another with dumb letters, could wound his heart to its depths, and murder it. She merely saw that the letter made Lorand ill. She recognized that rose-colored paper, those fine characters.
Often did Czipra come upon the two men at their quiet pursuits and watch them for hours together; and though she did not understand what in this higher science went beyond her comprehension, yet she could take pleasure in observing Cartesius' diving imps; she dared to sit upon the insulators, and her joy was boundless when Lorand at such a time, approaching her with his finger, called forth electric sparks from her dress or hands.
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