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The elderly gentleman smiled, hooked his arm within Master Boltay's, and, in the heartiest manner, invited him to go with him into the house as they must have a long conversation together. Master Boltay gave way, led the gentleman into the innermost apartment, made him sit down, and remained standing before him to hear what he had to say.
And with that the gentleman arose, pressed Master Boltay's hand amicably, and left him in a perfect chaos of conflicting thoughts. Impatiently, Boltay began pacing up and down the room. What was he to do? He felt within himself that Kárpáthy had spoken the truth. The girl would not be able to resist the tempting prospect, and would accept the offer.
"It seems to me," said Livius to Conrad, as they went away, "that that young fellow has as stout a heart as any gentleman could have." "We'll see what he's made of early to-morrow morning," returned the other. That same evening a gorgeous silver-laced heyduke might have been seen looking for Master Boltay's workshop, and making inquiries for Alexander Barna. There was a letter in his hand.
She respected, she praised him, but that is not love. All through supper Boltay was cracking jokes with his ward, who responded with great alacrity, and gave him back as good as he gave her. At last the servants removed the table, and the three remained together alone. And now Master Boltay's good humour changed into grave solemnity, and he drew the girl towards him by both hands.
Unfortunately, in Mr. Boltay's house there was no room of that size, except a granary. So, at last, she had to let them be hospitable to her in their own way, and Teresa and Fanny got ready for her a cabinet next to Fanny's music-room.
Some unruly spirit was about who chased slumber from everybody's eyes. Master Boltay's brain was chock-full of all the speeches that he meant to make here, there, and everywhere as if he were preparing to be the mouth-piece of the whole town.
"Hem! young man!" began Conrad, in a thunderous voice, "is this Master Boltay's house?" "It is," replied Alexander. There is surely no need for much growling, thought he. Conrad, snorting violently, glanced round the room like one of those fairy-tale dragons that scents human flesh, and then roared "Let the master be sent for!" "He is not at home."
"Twenty years of your age, my honoured young sir," replied Palko, without the suspicion of a smile. Squire John laughed good-naturedly at the comic rejoinder, and a few moments later a cloud of dust far away on the high-road was all that was to be seen of the carriage. Early next morning a servant arrived at Boltay's country house by the market cart, with the embroidered sofa which Mrs.
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