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Manager! we have seen this piece once before. There's politics in it." These words were no sooner uttered than Vamhidy leaped from his seat, rushed upon the stage, caught Franz Moor in his arms and kissed his painted face crying with a voice trembling with joy: "Coloman!"

"And," pursued the countess, "most degrading experience of all, Hátszegi no longer attempts to conceal from his wife his outrageous liaisons with pretty peasant women. The thing has long been a byeword, though his wife knew nothing of it but she knows it now. Nor is this all, my dear Vámhidy.

If it were only worth your while to pay us a visit at Hidvár I could promise you the heartiest reception not only on my own part but also on the part of my wife." "I am much obliged to your lordship," replied Vamhidy cooly, "but I am bound by instructions from which I cannot depart. It is not pleasure that brings me hither.

It was Fatia Negra! this was Fatia Negra's house! And this was not all. Close upon the traces of Fatia Negra rushed another phantom with a drawn sword in its hand, but its face was towards her and she recognized in it Szilard Vamhidy. And yet she did not lose her consciousness at this double sight of terror, though it would have been much better for her if she had.

Towards evening his pickets came and told Vamhidy that a blind beggar wanted to speak to him and in secret, so that nobody could hear. Szilard ordered the blind man to be led in. He seemed to be a muscular, athletic fellow with broad shoulders and a huge body what a pity he was blind. "Domnule, are we quite alone?" inquired the blind man when he stood before Vamhidy.

In fact I have invited the magistrate who commands the corps to make Hidvár the centre of his operations and if he is a sensible man he will accept my invitation. The name of my guest I have not yet mentioned," continued Leonard with easy levity, "it is Szilard Vamhidy, a justice of the peace of the county of Arad really a very nice young man." Henrietta became as white as a statue.

They are pursuing Fatia Negra! ... Szilard Vamhidy is pursuing Fatia Negra! He will come hither, he will enter this very castle. Leonard himself has invited him! He will certainly come to see his former love once more. The thought was terrible! But it must not, it should not happen. Leonard himself had invited Vamhidy to his castle.

Vamhidy sent word to the gentlemen that he would be much obliged to them if they would postpone their amusement to some more convenient season as business of a graver sort was going on here. Word was at once brought back that the company was quite ready to do as he said. The dogs were quickly leashed again, the beaters recalled by signals and the whole hunt came straight towards the mill.

Only Vamhidy kept watch with a single pandur who was guarding the prisoners in the cellar. "The Lord God bless thee!" a hushed voice suddenly resounded from among the brown bushes and Szilard distinguished by the light of the rising moon a tall dark shape approaching the mill path. It was blind Juon. "How did you know anyone was here?" enquired Szilard suspiciously.

But on one thing she was resolved Vamhidy should not find her at Hidvár. She would fly. She would leave her husband's house. Where should she go? Who would receive her? What would become of her?