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At first she did not recognize the man, but presently the disagreeable recollection thrilled through her that she had seen him before somewhere, and she regarded him more closely with a look of aversion it was Mr. Kecskerey. Why, what could have brought that worthy man thither, for it was not his way to put himself to any inconvenience without very good reason.
Why, he should fly to execute his wife's wishes!" "I have never told anybody that I wanted to reside at Pest." "The lady is secretive," thought Kecskerey. "I know that they are making their palace at Pest habitable. We shall get to the bottom of it presently." "Yet the Pest saloons will be very attractive this winter, and we shall form some very elegant sets.
"Gentlemen," it said, "you forget that it is not becoming in men of breeding to make ribald jests about the name of a lady whom nobody in the world has any cause or any right to traduce." "What, Rudolf! Why, what interest have you in the matter?" inquired the astonished Kecskerey. "This much I am a man and will not allow a woman whom I respect to be vilified in my presence."
"At least I should like to recognize and kill him." "I am absolutely sure I know who her lover is," remarked Kecskerey. "Who?" asked Abellino, with sparkling eyes. "Oh, that man I should like to know!" Kecskerey, who was having rare sport with him, drew his neck down between his shoulders, and continued "How many times have I not seen you fall upon his neck, and kiss and embrace him!"
Without him the whole winter season would have been abominably dull. There was no mention even of balls and assemblies until he came back again. Some men have a peculiar talent, a special faculty, for arranging such things, and it was "our friend" Kecskerey's speciality. The whole world of fashion called Kecskerey "our friend," so it is only proper that we should give him the same title.
From this every one can easily see that at these evening entertainments there was not the slightest thing that could be considered an offence against good manners or good morals. Oh no! Mr. Kecskerey would never have allowed such a thing; he was too proud of his renown for that. He was no minister of love, not he!
Kecskerey could only say that his delight was infinite, but all the time his eyes were anxiously searching for Abellino in the most evident embarrassment. As for Abellino, he remained standing before the mirror and looking just like Lot's wife at the moment when she was turned into a pillar of salt.
Despite this prohibition, however, it chanced that Jussuf, in reply to a determined pull at the bell, did admit a gentleman; and Mr. Kecskerey heard the nigger lad talking in his Kaffir tongue to the new arrival, and was furious with him in consequence. "Who is it, Jussuf?" cried Mr. Kecskerey, in such a sharp voice that the baboon on the sofa behind his back began to hiss for fright.
Her husband is incapable, I'll swear, of making her so. There's falsehood, there's fraud somehow." "There may be falsehood and fraud, my friend," replied Kecskerey, coolly clasping one of his knees with both his hands, and swaying himself to and fro in a rocking-chair.
"Why, what great misfortune can have befallen Abellino that our friend Kecskerey can speak of him so lightly?" inquired Livius, turning towards Rudolf. "Generally speaking, he is in the habit of treating him with greater respect in view of his ultimate claims to the Kárpáthy estates." Rudolf shrugged his shoulders. What did it matter to him what befell Abellino? Look; now he is coming in!
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