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Then Henrietta began to tell him of Fatia Negra's Transylvanian exploits, of the Lucsia Cavern, of the capture of the coiners and then she observed that Mr. Gerzson's eyelids were sinking lower and lower and he was nodding his head violently. "Now you really must light up, papa Gerzson," she cried, "or you'll never be able to keep awake." On being thus accosted, Mr.
Whereupon Squire Gerzson gave the coachman two florins to speed him on to Oroshaza, where he was to get fresh horses and come on the same night to the csárdá, so that they might be able to set off again before dawn on the morrow.
"Shan't we turn into the castle yard?" enquired he. "No!" bellowed Squire Gerzson, so venomously that the "why not?" he was about to say, stuck in the poor coachman's throat like a fish-bone. "Now listen to me," said Gerzson, when they had fairly got across to the other side: "Keep your eyes open and try and take in what I am going to say to you.
Gerzson and his guests. Such was Henrietta's first night after her marriage. She at least was so far fortunate as not to be obliged to see her husband. Towards morning she dozed off, and when she awoke again she found that the whole company had long ago set off fox-hunting, nor did they return till late in the evening, tired out, wet through, and dripping with sweat.
Gerzson felt that if he looked much longer, he would become moonstruck himself. Slowly divesting himself of his bunda, and after knocking the burning ashes out of his pipe, he noiselessly quitted the bee-house, traversed the garden and sprang over the fence at a single bound.
You and I, papa Gerzson, might go on there with the horses while the coachman makes the best of his way on foot to Oroshaza, where he can get fresh horses and join us early in the morning at the csárdá." Squire Gerzson jerked his head significantly. "I don't want to alarm you, my dear Baroness," said he, "but that csárdá lies in the beat of the "poor vagabonds" you may have heard of them."
He wasted no more words upon the fellow, but went straight to the dwelling of the old priest who was awaiting him in his porch. "I must beg your reverence for a night's lodging, I am afraid," said Squire Gerzson, cordially pressing the old clergyman's hand. "There is serious illness at the baron's house so I don't want to incommode them with my company.
Gerzson conducting Henrietta to the table, at which she and Clementina were the only ladies present. "Unfortunately this house has no mistress and an old bachelor like me must serve others as he himself is served." "Then why don't you marry?" bantered Hátszegi. "I wanted to once, but it all come to nothing. The bride was already chosen and the day for the bridal banquet was fixed.
Yet, in spite of everything, this fraction of a man was so agile that he anticipated all the others and was the first to courteously kiss the hand of the descending lady, who shrank back horror-stricken at the contact of those crippled fingers. "My wife my friend Gerzson," said Hátszegi hastening to introduce them to each other.
You are indeed a blessed creature. But are you sure it won't make your head ache?" "On the contrary, I like tobacco smoke." Squire Gerzson half drew out his cigar case, but he immediately shoved it back again. "No, I won't smoke a cigar. One ought not to abuse one's good fortune. I shall get on well enough."
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