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They leaped and trotted and galloped as if they were so happy that they did not know what to do. Klara felt that she must play with them. She put one little foot into the water to attract their attention. Bing! The water seemed alive with scuttling things. Swish! The grotto was so quiet that she could not believe that there was anything living in it.
Suddenly, as Klara brushed past him carrying bottles and glasses, he took hold of her by the elbow and drew her close to him. "These louts won't stay late to-night, will they?" he whispered in her ear. "No, not late," she replied; "they will go on to the barn in time for the supper, you may be sure of that. Why do you ask?"
"And he is not coming back?" asked Andor searchingly. "I trust not," she replied fervently, and the young man noticed that the staring, terror-filled look once more crept into her eyes. "Very well, then," he said, rising, "that is all I wanted to know. I am sorry to have disturbed you. Good-night, Klara." "Good-night," she murmured.
But he had continued his attentions to Klara, and Klara had kept a wonderful hold over his imagination and over his will. She was the one woman who had ever had her will with him only partially, of course, and not to the extent of forcing him into matrimony but sufficiently to keep him also dangling round her skirts even though his whole allegiance should have belonged to Elsa.
Klara, as he spoke thus hoarsely, and brought his contorted face closer and closer to hers, had gradually shrunk more and more into the corner of the room, and there she remained now, flattened against the wall, her wide-open, terror-filled eyes fixed staringly upon this raving madman.
Erös Béla might have been a casual passer-by, strolling about among the maize-fields, not necessarily intent on visiting Klara at dead of night. The key was now safely on its peg; who would dare swear that Erös Béla or anyone else ever had it in his possession? In fact, the secret rested between five people, of which she Klara was one and the dead man another.
It isn't kind when I'm in such trouble." "I didn't mean to torment you, Klara," he said more softly. "I will even go so far as to say that I might be that useful friend. You understand?" "Yes! You'll make conditions for doing that friendly act for me. I understand well enough," she said, still speaking with fierce sullenness. "What are your conditions?" she asked.
And I was so broken and so wretched that I couldn't bear to see Andor so happy with the girl who rightly belonged to Béla the wretched man whom he himself had sent to his death." "Whom he himself had sent to his death?" broke in Elsa quietly. "What do you mean, Klara?" "I mean that it was young Count Feri who was to have come to see me that night.
"You may talk as much as you like, Elsa," he said doggedly, "but Klara Goldstein is my friend, and I will have her asked to the banquet first and the dance afterwards, or I'll not appear at it myself." "That's clear, I hope?" he added roughly, as Elsa, in her habitual peace-loving way, had made no comment on that final threat. "It is quite clear, Béla," she now said passively.
"At ten o'clock I'll be back, Klara," he whispered, in the girl's ear, as he was about to take his departure along with some of his friends, who also intended to go on to the dance in the barn. "Indeed you won't," she retorted decisively, "I have no use for you, my good Béla. You are almost a married man now, remember!" she added with a laugh.
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