Chapter 58
"Yes."
Meantime they had reached the gate of Sarvolgyi's house. Here Lorand stopped and would proceed no further.
Madame Balnokhazy clasped Melanie's hand that she might not go in front.
"Well, my dear Lorand, and are you not going to take leave of us even?"
Lorand gazed at Melanie, who did not even raise her eyes.
"Good-bye, Madame," said Lorand briefly. He raised his hat and was gone.
Madame Balnokhazy cast one glance after him with those beautiful expressive eyes.--Those beautiful expressive eyes just then were full to the brim of relentless hatred.
When Lorand reached home Czipra was waiting for him at the door.
Raising her first finger, she whispered in his ear:
"That was the yellow-robed woman!"
Yet she had nothing yellow on her.
CHAPTER XVIII
THE FINGER-POST OF DEATH
Lorand threw himself exhausted into his arm-chair.
There was an end to every attempt at escape.
He had been recognized by the very woman who ought to detest him more bitterly than anyone in the world.
Nemesis! the liberal hand of everlasting justice!
He had deserted that woman in the middle of the road, on which they were flying together pa.s.sionately into degradation, and now that he wished to return to life, that woman blocked his way.
There was no hope of pity. Besides, who would accept it--from such a hand? At such a price? Such a present must be refused, were it life itself.
Farewell calm happy life! Farewell, intoxicating love!
There was only one way, a direct one--to the opened tomb.
They would laugh over the fallen, but at least not to his face.
The father had departed that way, albeit he had a loving wife, and growing children:--but he was alone in the world. He owed n.o.body any duty.
There were two enfeebled, frail shadows on earth, to which he owed a duty of care; but they would soon follow him, they had no very long course to run.
Fate must be accomplished.
The father's blood besprinkled the sons. One spirit drew the other after it
Only a few days more remained.
These few days he must be gay and cheerful: must deceive every eye and heart, that followed attentively him who approached the end of his journey,--that no one might suspect anything.
There was still one more precaution to be taken.
Desiderius might arrive before the fatal day. In his last letter he had hinted at it. That must be prevented. The meeting must be arranged otherwise.
He hurriedly wrote a letter to his brother to come to meet him at Szolnok on the day before the anniversary, and wait for him at the inn.
He gave as his reason the cynicism of Topandy. He did not wish to introduce him as a discord in that tender scene. Then they could meet, and from there could go together to visit their parents.
The plan was quite intelligible and natural. Lorand at once despatched the letter to the post.
So does the cautious traveler drive from his route at the outset, the obstacles which might delay him.
Scarcely had he sent the letter off when Topandy entered his room.
Lorand went to meet him. Topandy embraced and kissed him.
"I thank you that you chose my home as a place of refuge from your prosecutors, my dear Lorand; but there is no need longer to keep in hiding. Later events have long washed out what happened ten years ago, and you may return to the world without being disturbed."
"I have known that long since: why, we read the newspapers; but I prefer to remain here. I am quite satisfied with this world."
"You have a mother and a brother from whom you have no reason to hide."
"I only wish to meet them when I can introduce myself to them as a happy man."
"That depends on yourself."
"A few days will prove it."
"Be as quick as you can with it. Let only one thought possess your mind: Melanie is now in Sarvolgyi's house. The great spiritual delight it will afford me to think of the hypocrite's death-face which that Pharisee will make when that trivial woman discloses to him that the young man, who is living in the neighborhood, is Lorincz aronffy's son, can only be surpa.s.sed by my anxiety for you, caused by his knowledge of the fact.
For, believe me, he will leave no stone unturned to prevent you, who will remind him of that night when we spoke of great and little things, from being able to strike root in this world. He will even talk Melanie over."
Lorand, shrugging his shoulders, said with light-hearted indifference:
"Melanie is not the only girl on this earth."
"Well said. I don't care. You are my son: and she whom you bring here is my daughter. Only bring her; the sooner the better."
"It will not take a week."
"Better still. If you want to act, act quickly. In such cases, either quickly or not at all; either courageously or never."