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Elsa knew all this, and was ready for the chastisement either moral, mental or even physical which would surely overtake her, if not to-day, then certainly after to-morrow. "You don't know what Klara is waiting for?" asked Béla, with an evil sneer; "why, my dove, you must be dreaming.
It was dull and clear again, with nothing between her and the quiet, seaweed-covered bottom. “A little farther along Klara came across a wonderful sea-grotto. Again she knelt down on the Wake of Gold and watched. At the bottom the sand was so white and shiny that it might have been made of star-dust.
"I wouldn't what, my fine gentleman, who tried to sneak another fellow's sweetheart?" sneered Béla as he drew a step or two nearer to Andor. "I wouldn't what? Come here and have supper with Klara while Elsa's precious friends are eating the fare I've provided for them and abusing me behind my back? Yes, I would! and I'll stay just as long as I like and let anyone see me who likes .
For a moment she stood still, blinking in the glare, her hands, which trembled a little from the emotion of the past little scene, fumbled with her parasol. Béla turned like a snarling beast upon his fiancée. "Ask her to stop," he cried savagely. "Ask her to stop, I tell you!" "Keep your temper, my good Béla," said Klara over her shoulder to him, with a laugh; "and don't trouble about me.
Leopold made his way to Klara's side; his thin lips were tightly pressed together, and he had buried his hands in the pockets of his ill-fitting trousers. "If that accursed aristocrat comes hanging round here much more, Klara," he muttered between set teeth, "I'll kill him one of these days." "What a fool you are, Leopold!" she said. "Why, yesterday it was Erös Béla you objected to."
Klara arrayed in fashionable town garments, with a huge hat covered in feathers, a tight modern skirt that forced her to walk with mincing steps, high-heeled shoes, open-work stockings and gloves reaching to the elbow was indeed a curious apparition in amongst these peasant girls, with their bare heads and high red-leather boots and petticoats standing round them like balloons.
There was nothing in it, of course; even Klara, vain and ambitious as she was, knew that the bridge which divided the aristocrat from one of her kind and of her race was an impassable one. But she liked the young Count's attentions she liked the presents he brought her from time to time, and relished the notoriety which this flirtation gave her. She also loved to tease poor Leopold Hirsch.
Nor did he do more now than throw one of those swift looks of his so full of hatred and of menace upon Klara and the young man; but the latter, having given his orders, no longer condescended to take notice of the Jew and had once more engaged the girl in animated conversation.
Klara shrugged her shoulders and said more lightly: "Oh, very well, my friend, I'll go. .
"That is to punish you for telling such a lie," he said gaily. "You know that I meant to come and say good-bye." "Your lordship goes to-morrow?" she asked with a sigh. "To shoot bears, my pretty Klara," he replied. "I don't want to go. I would rather stay another week here for you to amuse me, you know." "I am proud .
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