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If you want get white man and keep him, you got mak' him work for you. Got mak' him wait a while. I am old. I have seen it. I know." Bela's eyes flashed imperiously. "But I want him now," she insisted. "You are a fool!" said Musq'oosis calmly. "If you go after him, he laugh at you. You got mak' out you don' want him at all. You got mak' him run after you." Bela considered this, frowning.
He had just made up his mind to go back to the presbytery where the kind Pater had willingly given him a bed, when Erös Béla's broad, squat figure appeared in the open doorway. He had a lighted cigar between his teeth and his hands were buried in the pockets of his trousers; he held his head on one side and his single eye leered across the room at the other man.
Fortunately those chiefly concerned in Erös Béla's loudly spoken determination had heard nothing of the colloquy between him and the Jewess. The wild, loud music of the csárdás, their own gyrations and excitement, shut them out entirely from their surroundings.
"I could do it," he told himself, sneering at the obsequiousness of Big Jack et al. Meanwhile he attended strictly to his own duties. Sam, when he chose, had command of a face as wooden as Bela's. More than once Bela, when she was unobserved, flashed a hurt and angry look at his indifferent back in the distance. For several hours during the afternoon Sam disappeared altogether.
As he drew close to Bela's camp he saw that her fire was out, from which he argued that she had been asleep for some time. Coming nearer still, he made out the form of the dugout against the pale sand. Bela had drawn it up higher, and had turned it over. Still hugging the willows, he paused, looking for her resting-place. He could not see her.
"Béla's conduct in this matter is not to be commended, my good Irma," said the neighbour sententiously; "everyone thinks that for a tokened man it is a scandal to be always hanging round that pert Jewess. Why didn't he propose to her instead of to Elsa, if he liked her so much better?" "Hush! hush! my good Mariska, please. Elsa might hear you." The two women went on talking in whispers.
"Ot'er white men not same lak your fat'er." Bela's face fell. "Well, what must I do?" she asked. "There is moch to be said. If you clever you mak' your white man marry you." "How?" she demanded. Musq'oosis shrugged. "I can't tell you in one word," he replied. "I can't stay with these people," she said, frowning. "All right," said Musq'oosis. "But stay in the country. This is your country.
So she preferred for the nonce to play the part of outraged innocence, a part which she further emphasized by the display of easy-going kindliness. She placed one of her daintily-gloved hands on Béla's arm, she threw him a look of understanding and of indulgence, she cast a provoking glance on Andor and one of good-humoured contempt on Elsa, then she said lightly: "Never mind, Béla!
No doubt that Béla's conduct had upset Elsa and generally cast a gloom over the festive evening. But the young people were not on that account going to be done out of their dancing; the older ones might sit round and gossip and throw up their hands and sigh, but that was no reason why the gipsies should play a melancholy dirge. A csárdás it must be, and of the liveliest!
"Let him shake a little. Cure his hot mad maybe." "White man get sick with cold," persisted Bela. "Not lak us. What good my waitin', if he get sick?" Musq'oosis held up both his hands. "There is not'ing lak a woman!" he cried. "Go to your mot'er. I will paddle by the lake and give him a rabbit robe." Bela's eyes flashed a warm look on him. She got up without speaking, and hastened away.
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