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"There she is costumed from head to foot exactly as you advised. Ah! I pity you. You are already in the toils." Szilard hastened at once to greet the countess, who treated the handsome young fellow with marked distinction all through the evening. Indeed she made no secret of it. Three days later Szilard was bound, by custom to pay a complimentary visit upon the Countess.
Who could ever have thought that so frivolous a woman would have had so much feeling for her friend? Then he rose, bowed and curtly informed the countess that he would undertake the commission. The countess pressed his hand affectionately: "And keep me informed of everything," said she, "for I am the common post between you two." Szilard thanked the countess and withdrew.
All the people are dancing, they will take no notice of us." "Ever since old Lapussa's death," began Szilard, "for he died soon after he had altered his will, all the members of his family have been at bitter variance. Madame Langai, the old man's widowed daughter, disputes the validity of the last will whereby Mr.
Once when I was in a very bad humour, I let out my secret before Szilard, and the worthy young man undertook to relieve me of my burden. I don't know whether he detected a technical flaw in my bonds or whether he found out some other means of frightening my creditor; anyway, he assured me I only need pay the original sum with interest upon it at the legal rate.
All at once the noise grew more alarming and broken outbursts plainly suggested that someone in the adjoining room wanted to murder somebody else. Vamhidy leaped from his bed and was about to intervene when in came the landlord with his coffee. "What is that row going on next door?" enquired Szilard irritably.
This piece of news gave Henrietta plenty to think about for days and nights together. So Szilard had not remained at Pest; he had followed her to the utmost confines of the realm; they were now quite close to each other and yet he would not see her. He seeks her out and avoids her at the same time. What a romantic dreamer! And yet there was nothing romantic in it after all.
He looked around and there was the long lost Szilard. "Oh, there you are, eh? What have you been doing with yourself all this time? Come along with me and Heaven help you! I will take you to my wife. Poor young chap! I thought you had already had enough of it and made away with yourself in consequence." Then he drew his arm through Szilard's and tripped off to the countess. "Here he is!" he cried.
"My dear, good Szilard," began the countess, with that light, natural naïveté which so easily disarms the strongest of us, "do not take it ill of me if I speak to you confidentially. The world will very soon be saying that you are in love with me and I with you. I shall not believe the former and you will not believe the latter. Let the world say what it likes.
The only reply the adventurer gave was to try to fire his pistols and finding them only flash in the pan he hurled them one after the other at his enemy's head. Szilard then had practical experience of the rumor that Fatia Negra could throw very well even with his left hand, had he not leaped aside at the nick of time the pistols would have dashed his brains out.
Fatia Negra burst through it and Szilard followed in the gap that he had made. Suddenly a hunting lodge came in view at least the antlers on the top of the porch and above the windows suggested that that was what it was intended for. One of the windows looking out upon the forest stood open.
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