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Updated: June 22, 2025
Then came the regulation interview between the Nabob and his steward, Mr. Peter Varga, who was such a fool that he not only did not know how to steal, but was by no means willing to even receive presents except for services rendered.
They were four the local notary, a stoutish young man, with his back planted against the warm stove; the estate agent, benevolent Peter Varga, who had asked, as a favour, that he might wear black like the other family servants; the parish priest, and Mike Kis. That worthy youth had quitted the brilliant saloons whose hero he was, to comfort his old friend in the days of his tribulation.
"If you have brought nothing but yourself, I should be all the better pleased. Now you can see how pleased I am to see you." Varga murmured something to the effect that he did not know what he had done to deserve so much favour, and hastened to hand her the document, at the same time delivering Squire John's message; then he prepared to take his leave. But Fanny anticipated him.
Varga to come nearer to her, but arose and went to meet him, took his hand, and, despite the old man's strenuous efforts to bow low at every step he took, drew him forward, made him sit down in an armchair, and, in order that he might not get up again, threw her arms round him in childish fashion, which plunged the old fellow into the most unutterable confusion.
"I want you to be so good as to go through all the names written on this list, one by one, and tell me quite frankly, quite openly, what your opinion is of each one of them, what their dispositions are, how the world regards them, which of them are likely to love one, and which are likely to give one the cold shoulder." In all his life Mr. Varga had never had to face so rigorous an ordeal.
"After all, we are usurpers. And they treat us like kings. Have you noticed the way they mimic us? I saw one chewing tobacco the other day. He hated the stuff, but he chewed away, and spat like a trooper." One of the Dusties had been sitting on Pete's knee when Captain Varga had been talking, and he had known that something terrible was wrong.
Each of the men had a gun. "You'd better clear the road," the captain snapped. "We're driving through." Pete Farnam stepped forward. He pointed to Nathan. "Take your friend there back to the ship. Leave him there. We don't want him here." Nathan turned to Varga. "I told you," he said viciously. "Too big for their boots. Go on through."
Varga hastened to assure her that he was her most humble servant, and only awaited her commands. "But this question is very, very important." Mr. Varga assured her that he was ready for anything in the world; even if her ladyship should require him to leap through the window, he was prepared to do so. "I am going to ask you a question, to which I require a perfectly sincere answer.
"Call a general colony meeting. We'll see what the women think. Then we'll make our plans." The ship's jeep skidded to a halt in a cloud of dust. Captain Varga peered through the windshield. Then he stood up, staring at the three men blocking the road at the edge of the village. The little pink-faced man at his side turned white when he saw their faces, and his fingers began to tremble.
Naturally, the moment Fanny let him go, and sat down herself, up he sprang again. "Nay, my dear Mr. Varga, do sit down, or else I must stand up."
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