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After that first conversation, Klara never spoke with the old lady again. After a few days Klara left her in the distance. At the end of a week, the moon-door was no longer in sight when Klara looked back. “But during all those weeks of weary work Klara had a chance to think. She saw for the first time what a naughty little girl she had been and how she had worried the kindest mother in the world.
"To carry him all the way?" he asked, puzzled. "Father has not moved for two years," she said simply; "he was stricken with paralysis, you know." "Ah, yes! Klara told me something about that."
Then nothing more, for she was lying now in a huddled mass, half unconscious on the floor. "The shadow that fell from the tall sunflowers." How Klara Goldstein spent that terrible night she never fully realized. After half an hour or so she dragged herself up from the floor. Full consciousness had returned to her, and with it the power to feel, to understand and to fear.
"I went first to Goldstein's this morning. I thought Klara would tell me some of the village gossip to while away the time before I dared present myself here. I didn't want Pali bácsi or anybody to see me before I had come to you. I didn't want anybody to speak to me before I had kissed you. The Jews I didn't mind, of course. So I got Klara to walk with me by a round-about way through the fields as far as this house; then I lay in wait for a while, until I saw Irma néni go out. I wanted you all to myself at once .
"Whew!" he ejaculated with a sneer, "you have no idea, my good Klara, how I've been boring myself these past two hours. Those loutish peasants have no idea of enjoyment save their eternal gipsy music and their interminable csárdás." "For a man of your education, Béla," said Klara, with an insinuating smile, "it must be odiously dull.
Mother said she was awfully pleased to be able to see me alone for once. That absolutely proves that Dora does go alone. Mother was so sweet, and Sister Klara said she was a perfect angel in goodness and patience. Then I burst out crying and Mother had to soothe me.
But just now she was frightened of him; he looked almost like a living corpse; the skin on his face was drawn so tightly over the bones that it gave him the appearance of a skull with hollow eyes and wide, grinning mouth. Outside an owl hooted dismally. Klara gave a slight shiver of fear and looked furtively round her to see if any of the drunkards were awake.
Beyond the yard there were only maize-fields, and a tall row of sunflowers closed the place in as with a wall. And not a sound came from old Rézi's cottage. Klara was quite close to that dark and inert thing at last; she put out her hand and touched it.
She was paler than either of the others, and her glowing, inquiring eyes were fixed upon Klara with the look of an untamed creature ready to defend and to protect the thing that it holds dear. "Don't listen to her, Elsa," pleaded Andor in a voice rendered hoarse with an overwhelming apprehension.
"Just a whim," he reiterated. "So I'll take the key, by your leave." He turned to the door of the inner room and pushed it open, just as he had done awhile ago, and now as then he cast a rapid glance round the room. Klara, through half-closed lids, watched his every movement. "Why!" he exclaimed, turning back to her, and with a look of well-feigned surprise, "the key is not in its place."
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