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Gerzson bobbed up his head with a frightened air and rubbed his eyes, like one who has been suddenly aroused from slumber and knows not what is going on under his very nose. "I am not asleep, 'pon my word I'm not. I was only nodding a little." "Light a cigar." "No I won't. I prefer to go out and have a turn in the open air and get the cobwebs out of my head. I'll have a look round outside a bit."
By midnight your coachman will have managed to do all that. The baroness would do well if she had a little sleep now. Meanwhile I will go home for my luggage and my weapons; at two o'clock in the morning I shall be here again, and at three we can start." "I will be awake and watching for you, and I thank you with all my heart." Mr. Gerzson drank up his tea and hastened home.
Hátszegi helped his wife to adjust her mantle over her shoulders, and impressed a cold kiss upon her forehead. Henrietta once more thanked him warmly for being so good to her and allowed Mr. Gerzson to escort her down the steps. The old gentleman, however, would not allow himself to be persuaded to take his place in the carriage by her side.
On perceiving that Gerzson was seriously angry, Kengyelesy drew nearer to him and enlightened him without any more beating about the bush: "Well then, my dear friend, let me tell you that you have behaved very badly.
When the bear-hunting began, that heroic cripple, Squire Gerzson, also appeared with Count Kengyelesy and numerous other familiar faces from distant counties, who had all met together on the day after Henrietta's wedding, and who regularly made Hidvár their autumn trysting-place.
"That is a perfect riddle to me," growled Gerzson in a low voice. "Ha! ha! ha!" laughed the count, "it is a riddle to him what has become of his travelling companion." "But can any of you tell me what has happened to her? Is she alive?" The count clapped his hands together and flung his round hat upon the ground. "Now, that is what I call a leetle too strong! He asks: is she alive?
At the first sound of her voice, Squire Gerzson grew as mild as a lamb. "Nothing much," said he. "I have only been trying to put together again my broken pipe-stem, the carriage-wheel has gone over my pipe, that is all." "But where are we now?" asked Henrietta, peeping curiously out of the carriage. Then of course they had to tell her the truth.
Her husband was very obliging and polite towards her, in fact he gave her no trouble at all. Towards the evening they stopped at a village to water the horses and there Hátszegi got out of his carriage and, approaching his wife's, spoke to her through the window: "We shall rest in an hour," said he. "We shall put up for the night at the castle of an old friend of mine, Gerzson Satrakovich.
And so, as Black Mask drew near to her, flashing his dagger before her eyes, she, the weakest, the most timid of women, made a sudden snatch at the mask and tore it off. She saw his face and recognized him. . . . For an instant her eyes gazed upon him and then she collapsed on the ground in a swoon. It was pretty late next morning when Mr. Gerzson raised his muddled head from the table.
In a month's time we shall meet again." "Where?" "At this very place." The priest hastily quitted Gerzson and returned towards the forest, while the latter went on to the little town, where he speedily got post horses.
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