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Her eyes were cried out; but I am sure I had seen her weep every day, whether in good or in bad humor; it was all one with her. I addressed her through the window: "Aunt Susie, come here." "What do you want, dear little Desi?" "Susie, tell me truly, why am I not allowed to kiss my father's face?" The old servant shrugged her shoulders, and with cynical indifference replied: "Poor little fool.
Desi of that knows not a word." "So much the better. A living being, who does not suspect that to the man whom he is visiting, he is the most horrible phantom from the other world! The murdered father, risen up in the son! It will make me acknowledge one of the ideas I have hitherto denied the existence of hell." Desiderius returned.
As Patrick was in the district of the Desi, awaiting the king of the country i.e., Fergair, son of Rossa Patrick said to him, after his arrival: "How slowly you come!" "There shall be no king from you for ever. What delayed you to-day?" asked Patrick. "The rain delayed us," said the king. "Your meetings shall be showery for ever," said Patrick.
That simulation, that comedy of cynical frivolity, would be difficult to play before him. The new arrival was waiting for him in the reception room. When Lorand opened the door and stood face to face with him, an entirely new surprise awaited him. The young cavalier who had thus hastened to find him was not his brother Desi, but Pepi Gyáli.
Surely no one knew how to beg, as my mother begged kneeling before me! No one could curse as my terrible grandmother had done, and no one knew the wickedness of my character as well as I did myself. Let them only give me peace! I could not tell them. Last of all Fanny came to me: leaned upon my shoulder, and began to stroke my hair. "Dear Desi." I jerked my shoulder to be rid of her.
All the gay fellows of the neighborhood are invited to it. You must come with us too." "Ha! Your regeneration carnival!" cried Gyáli, in a voice of ecstasy, the while gazing at Czipra apologetically. "Albeit other magnets draw me hither with overpowering force I must go there without fail. I must deliver a 'toast' at your 'regeneration' festival, Lorand." "My brother Desi will also be there."
We are very fond indeed of the good girls, and wish you much good fortune with them. The arms of Áronffy, too, find an explanation therein: the half-moon will in one case mean a horse-shoe, in the other a bread-roll. Adieu, dear Lorand! Adieu, dear Desi!" Then arm-in-arm they departed and hurried home to Topándy's house. Madame's last outburst had thrown Desiderius into an entirely good humor.
And as he said so, he was so serious, he gazed with such alarming coldness into the eyes of Gyáli, who sat next to him. But Pepi merely smiled. He could smile so tenderly with those handsome girlish round lips of his. Lorand patted him on the shoulder. "Do you hear, Pepi? My brother refused to drink wine, because a man of honor keeps his promises. You are right, Desi.
"Oho! little Desi? That little rebel. Well all the better. We shall have much in common with him; of old he was an amusing boy, with his serious face. Well I shall go with you. I sacrifice myself. I capitulate. Well we shall go to Szolnok to-night." Why, anyone might have seen plainly had he not come that day just to revel in the agony of Lorand?
We are all going away to the country to enjoy ourselves! and you only wished to take the drowsiness from my eyes when you told me father was dead." At these words Lorand clasped his hands, and, with motionless, agonized face, groaned out: "Desi, don't torture me; don't torture me with your smiling face." This caused me to be still more alarmed.
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