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Updated: June 22, 2025
Timar called her gently by name. The girl started up, and with the cry "Father!" sat up on her bed, gazing out with staring eyes. The Persian quilt fell down from her lap, the night-dress slipped from her shoulders. She looked more like a Greek marble than a sentient being. "Timéa!" and as he spoke he drew the fine linen over her bare shoulders. She did not answer.
Timar had foreseen things still below the horizon, and thought that no sacrifice would be too great to get the two women out of the house and away from Timéa, and to manage that the handsome captain should be married to the lovely Athalie. But now it was his turn to be overwhelmed with kisses and gratitude by Frau Sophie. "Oh, Herr von Levetinczy!
Instead of the silver one he presented a golden one to the church. His door was always open to the poor, and every Friday a long line of beggars went through the streets to his house, where each received a piece of money, the largest copper coin in existence, the so-called "schuster-thaler." People said that when a sailor was drowned, Timar maintained his orphans and gave a pension to his widow.
When the paroxysm was over she looked smiling at Timar, like the sun through the rainbow. "And you could keep this from me?" "I feared for your life." "You dared not weep lest I should see traces of tears." "I waited for the time when I might weep." "When you were not with me, you nursed the sick child, and I was angry with you." "You were never unkind, Michael."
But she conceals her suffering till she breaks down, and even then she never complains." Timar experienced in spirit the tortures of a criminal stretched on the rack. And he had not the courage to say to his wife, "If you are suffering, let me sleep in your room and take care of you."
Then he called the servant and ordered him to take a lantern and go home with Herr Timar, and take good care of him that he should come to no harm, and if he were unable to walk, to take his arm. When the servant returned, he related what trouble it had cost him to get Timar home; he had not known his own door, and had begun to sing in the street.
Barbara has reached the island of Orsova; the plains of Hungary are to the north of the river, Servia to the south. Provisions had run short, and Timar decided to go on shore. There were no signs of human habitation at first, but Timar's sharp eyes had discovered a faint smoke rising above the tops of the poplars.
A voice in his heart perhaps that of his guardian angel whispered to Timar to throw this key into the deep well in the yard. But he took no heed of the voice; he only listened to Athalie's whisper in his ear. "If you leave home to-morrow and come back at the signal, go straight to the hiding-place, and you will learn all you want to know. Will you come?" "I shall be there."
The first thing which surprised Timar was that the lease ran for twenty years instead of ten. "Well, are you satisfied with the term." Was he satisfied! The second surprising thing was his own name, "Michael Timar, Baron von Levetinczy." "Do you like your title?" "The diploma of nobility shall be sent to you," said the great man with a gracious smile.
Timar sat in silent stupefaction on the edge of the bed, and held in his trembling hands the agate box, whose diamonds sparkled in the moonlight. He looked away through the window at the moon shining in. Again the moon seemed to have eyes and mouth, as it is depicted in the almanac, and to be entering into conversation with the poor mortal. "To whom do these treasures belong?"
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