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Updated: May 15, 2025
Have you never regarded the affair from its practical side? Did you imagine that the girl's relations would support you? And would you yourself endure to be their pensioner, their butt, the scorn of the very domestics, for a poor son-in-law is the standing jest of the very flunkeys you ought to know that!" Szilard's face burned like fire at these words, but the old man hastened to soothe him.
Both of them had lunged at the same time, neither of them had parried, Szilard's sword cut through his adversary's wrist and at the same instant Fatia Negra's yataghan fell from his hand. The wounded robber set up a howl like a wild beast and Juon, lurking beneath the verandah of the mill responded with another howl of joy that sounded like an echo.
After that the count never mentioned Henrietta's name in Szilard's presence again and who knows whether there was not some impediment between these two from which no sacrament could absolve them. Who knows whether it might not after all have been as well for Vamhidy to avoid any meeting whatever with the widow of the late Baron Hátszegi?
"We have found him, do not abandon yourself to despair on his account. Be so good as to sit down beside him! here's a chair! I'll take care nobody disturbs you!" The countess pressed Szilard's hand and made a sign to him to remain. "I have just arrived from Pest," said Szilard. "Really! Well?" "I have found out everything, or rather, I should say, a good deal." "Do pray tell me at once.
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.
Yet this time the robber bands did not fall in with their pursuers, a sufficient proof that Szilard's plan was skilfully laid and unanticipated. For had Fatia Negra had any idea of his design, it is absolutely inconceivable that he would not have laid in wait for him on this spectre-haunted path, where ten resolute men could have held a whole army at bay.
For hours Szilard's long troop of horsemen pursued their way along without meeting a soul. Late in the afternoon they came upon the first shepherd's hut. The herdsman himself was out in the forest with his flocks; there was nobody at home but a lame dog which barked at them.
Her grandfather frightened her into the match by threatening her with his curse and now, when she has become the wife of this man who does not even feel friendship for her, I hear that this same old grandfather has made another will depriving her of everything." Szilard's lips trembled at these words. "You can imagine what will be the result. This young woman loves not and is not loved.
The houses of these Alpine villages are so far apart that next neighbours cannot even see each other's dwellings, as there is at least half a league between them. This circumstance and the night-season favoured Szilard's plans. They could surround each house, one by one, without the inhabitants of the other houses being aware of what had happened in the first ones.
Many a worthy young man would have been plunged into confusion by such a silly question, but our Szilard's eternally composed countenance was not ruffled for an instant. "Everything becomes the countess," he replied; "but I know of something which is still more charming and would make any fair woman still more beautiful." "Really! You make me quite curious," said the countess.
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