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The sudden fragrance of rose leaves enveloped him. Round they flew again. While they were still dancing, Boleskey came into the room. He caught Swithin by both hands. "Brother, welcome! Ah! your arm is hurt! I do not forget." His yellow face and deep-set eyes expressed a dignified gratitude. "Let me introduce to you my friend Baron Kasteliz."
It was the purest and least selfish moment of his life, this moment after she had yielded. But that pure gratitude at her fiery, simple abnegation did not last; it was followed by a petty sense of triumph, and by uneasiness. He was still weighing the little glove in his hand, when he had another visitor. It was Kasteliz. "What can I do for you?" Swithin asked ironically.
'I like to see him take his liquor, he thought; 'the fellow's a gentleman, after all. Boleskey strode on, savagely inattentive to everything; and Kasteliz had become more like a cat than ever. It was nearly dark when they reached a narrow street close to the cathedral. They stopped at a door held open by an old woman.
For some minutes Kasteliz spoke in pure Hungarian while Swithin waited, with a forced smile and a fixed look in his eye. He did not understand Hungarian. "If you are still in the city to-morrow evening," said Kasteliz at last in English, "I will spit you in the street."
Kasteliz had fixed his glowing eyes on her; Boleskey, nodding his head, was staring at the floor; Margit, with a pale face, stood like a statue. 'What can they see in it? thought Swithin; 'it's not a tune. He took up his hat. Rozsi saw him and stopped; her lips had parted with a faintly dismayed expression. His sense of personal injury diminished; he even felt a little sorry for her.
To be deserted the first minute he was alone with her, and for that jackanapes with the small head and the volcanic glances! It was too much! And suddenly it occurred to him that she was alone with Kasteliz alone at night, and far from home. 'Well, he thought, 'what do I care? and shouldered his way on through the crowd. It served him right for mixing with such people here.
He knew, vaguely, that he was going somewhere with an object; Rozsi's face kept dancing before him, like a promise. Once or twice he gave Kasteliz a glassy stare. Towards Boleskey, on the other hand, he felt quite warm, and recalled with admiration the way he had set his glass down empty, time after time.
Did she want to mix with the rift-raff there; wish him to make an exhibition of himself in this hurly-burly? A voice said, "Good-evening!" Before them stood Kasteliz, in a dark coat tightly buttoned at the waist. "You are not dancing, Rozsi Kozsanony?" "Let me, then, have the pleasure." He held out his arm. Swithin stared in front of him.
The translation given him was this: "At three o'clock they start in a carriage on the road to Linz they have bad horses the Herr also rides a white horse." Swithin at once hailed a carriage and started at full gallop on the road to Linz. Outside the Mirabell Garden he caught sight of Kasteliz and grinned at him.
"Spying I Kasteliz Maurus Johann an insult!" "Insult!" sneered Swithin; "d'you mean to tell me you weren't in the street just now?" Kasteliz answered with a hiss, "If you do not leave the city I will make you, with my sword do you understand?" "And if you do not leave my room I will throw you out of the window!"
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