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Some of the guests, full of curiosity, pressed forward to meet the new arrivals. The host, I mean Mr. Kecskerey, went towards the entrance; the lackey threw open the folding-doors, and a young lady entered, accompanied by a gentleman. For a moment the whole company was dumb with amazement. Was it the sight of the young lady that amazed them so? She was beautiful, certainly. A simple but costly lace mantle floated, wave-like, round her superb figure; the rich tresses of her hair were covered by a slight veil of Brussels lace, which allowed her long curls
Kecskerey's rooms; and a beautiful invitation card was enclosed, addressed to "Mademoiselle Fanny de Meyer avec famille." Quite a family party, you see! Fanny sent back the servant with the message that she accepted the invitation to supper, and sent her best greetings to Mr. Kecskerey. But who was this Mr. Kecskerey you will ask?
Kecskerey had just drawn Rudolf underneath a chandelier, whether that people might see them together there, or whether he himself might see Rudolf better, I cannot say. The two young belles, the queens of the ball, were walking in front of them, arm-in-arm. How beautiful they both were! "What a pair!" cried Kecskerey, rapturously.
She is a lady of position and altogether blameless; but, for that very reason, I do not see why one or other of us might not have tried his luck with her." At that moment several other acquaintances came up to Rudolf, and claimed him; so he parted from Kecskerey.
And what news of Fanny?" "God help the poor lady, for she is very, very unhappy!" It was the winter season at Pest. The Szentirmays had also arrived there, and the beautiful countess and her worthy husband were the ideals of the highest circles, and everybody tried hard to make their acquaintance. But the greatest commotion of all was made by the arrival of Mr. Kecskerey.
He lets her go visiting at the neighbouring villages with Mike Kis hundreds of times, and much more is said to the same effect. But what has it all got to do with me? I think as little of such things as of the dreams of my baboon." After this, Kecskerey, with the assistance of his little negro servant, slowly proceeded with his dressing.
In the hall, liveried footmen distributed tickets for shawls and slippers. The master of the house, the honourable Mr. Kecskerey, with dignified condescension, received the arrivals in the doorway. Everybody knows that Kecskerey's money does not pay for the evening's entertainment, and he himself knows that they know it.
Joko did as he was told, and brought the pipe. "And now sit down by me and make yourself comfortable," continued Kecskerey. "Jussuf, fill my guest's pipe for him. I regret I cannot oblige you with a narghilly." Abellino took off the huge mantle which covered his shoulders, sat down face to face with Mr. Kecskerey, and amused himself in the mean time by throwing paper pellets at the baboon.
The old man is quite capable of overlooking his wife's infidelity in order to do you out of the inheritance." "But it cannot be, it cannot be! Our laws would not allow such a scandal." Kecskerey burst out laughing.
The dance was over, and Flora, hastening to her friend, passed her arm round her waist, and they took a turn together round the room. Mr. Kecskerey began to rock himself gently to and fro on the sofa and draw conclusions. "Why did she sigh so deeply when she said, 'I don't fancy we shall go to Pest'?" Just then Rudolf drew near, and Mr.
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