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They were very much astonished, at the Austrian ministry of foreign affairs, to see Count Yanski Varhely, who, doubtless, had come from Paris to ask some favor of the minister. The Austrian diplomats smiled as they heard the name of the old soldier of '48 and '49. So, the famous fusion of parties proclaimed in 1875 continued! Every day some sulker of former times rallied to the standard.
I will give you a life of peace in memory of this night of mourning." Already, at a distance, could be heard a rapid fusillade about the outposts. The Austrians had perhaps perceived the light from the torches, and were attempting a night attack. "Extinguish the torches!" cried Yanski Varhely.
"Here is something from another friend! It was brought to me at the door of the church." "Ah! I thought that Menko would send me some word of congratulation," said Andras, after he had read upon the envelope the young Count's signature. "Thanks, my dear Varhely." "Now," said Yanski, "may happiness attend you, Andras! I hope that you will let me hear from you soon."
But I did not wish my vengeance to arrive too late, when what I had assumed the right to prevent had become irreparable." "I do not understand exactly," said Varhely. Menko glanced at Valla as if to ask whether he could speak openly before the Italian. "Monsieur Angelo Valla was one of the witnesses of the marriage of Prince Andras Zilah," said Yanski.
I am here, above all, to demand satisfaction for your atrocious action in having taken me as the instrument of your villainy." "I regret it deeply and sincerely," replied Menko; "and I am at your orders." The tone of this response admitted of no reply, and Yanski and Valla took their departure.
"Here is something from another friend! It was brought to me at the door of the church." "Ah! I thought that Menko would send me some word of congratulation," said Andras, after he had read upon the envelope the young Count's signature. "Thanks, my dear Varhely." "Now," said Yanski, "may happiness attend you, Andras! I hope that you will let me hear from you soon."
Erect, at the head of the ditch, his fingers grasping the hand of Yanski Varhely, young Prince Andras gazed upon the earthy bed, where, in his hussar's uniform, lay Prince Sandor, his long blond moustache falling over his closed mouth, his blood-stained hands crossed upon his black embroidered vest, his right hand still clutching the handle of his sabre, and on his forehead, like a star, the round mark of the bit of lead that had killed him.
The right is the right, I know; but leaden bullets are not necessarily on the side of the right, and " "Well," interrupted Yanski, "in case of the worst, you must charge yourself, my dear Valla, with informing the Prince how his old friend Yanski Varhely defended his honor and also tell him of the place where Count Menko may be found. I am going to attempt to avenge Zilah.
"Mille grazie, signor!" "It is of no consequence." They arrived on the ground, and the seconds loaded the pistols. Michel asked permission of Yanski to say two words to him. "Speak!" said Varhely.
Meanwhile, the Prince led the life of a man wounded to the heart; seeking solitude, and shutting himself in his hotel, in the Rue Balzac, like a wolf in his den; receiving no one but Varhely, and sometimes treating even old Yanski coldly; then, suddenly emerging from his retirement, and trying to take up his life again; appearing at the meetings of the Hungarian aid society, of which he was president; showing himself at the races, at the theatre, or even at Baroness Dinati's; longing to break the dull monotony of his now ruined life; and, with a sort of bravado, looking society and opinion full in the face, as if to surprise a smile or a sneer at his expense, and punish it.
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