"For a man of your education, Bela," said Klara, with an insinuating smile, "it must be odiously dull. You would far rather have had a game of cards, wouldn"t you now?"
"I would far rather have had you at that infernal dance, so as to have had somebody to talk to," he retorted savagely.
"Oh!" she said demurely, "that would never have done. Elsa must have such a lot to say to you herself. It would not be seemly for me to stand in the way."
"Elsa, as you know, has that silly csardas on the brain. She has been dancing ever since six o"clock and has only given me about ten minutes of her company. She seems to belong to-night to every young fool that can dance, rather than to me."
"Ah well! When you are married you can stop all that, my good Bela. You can forbid your wife to dance the csardas, you know. I know many men who do it. Then Elsa will learn to appreciate the pleasure of your conversation. Though she is no longer very young, she is still very ignorant. You will have to educate her . . . bring her up to your own level of intelligence and of learning. In the meanwhile, do sit down and drink with those who, like yourself, have come here for an hour or two to break the monotony of perpetual czigany music and dancing."
She busied herself with drawing the corks of a number of bottles, which she then transferred from the end of the room where she stood to the tables at which sat her customers; she also brought out some fresh gla.s.ses. Bela watched her for a moment or two in silence, unconscious of the fact that he, too, was being watched by a pair of pale eyes in which lurked a gleam of jealousy and of hate. Suddenly, as Klara brushed past him carrying bottles and gla.s.ses, he took hold of her by the elbow and drew her close to him.
"These louts won"t stay late to-night, will they?" he whispered in her ear.
"No, not late," she replied; "they will go on to the barn in time for the supper, you may be sure of that. Why do you ask?"
"I will have the supper served at ten o"clock," he continued to whisper, "but I"ll not sit down to it. Not without you."
"Don"t be foolish, Bela," she retorted. But even as he spoke, a little gleam of satisfaction, of gratified vanity, of antic.i.p.atory revenge, shot through her velvety dark eyes.
"I warned Elsa," he continued sullenly; "I told her that if you were not at the feast, I should not be there either. She has disobeyed me. I must punish her."
"So?" she rejoined, with an acid smile. "It is only in order to punish Elsa that you want to sup with me?"
"Don"t be stupid, Klara," he retorted. "I"ll come at ten o"clock. Will you have some supper ready for me then? I have two or three bottles of French champagne over at my house--I"ll bring them along. Will you be ready for me?"
"Be silent, Bela," she broke in hurriedly. "Can"t you see that that fool Leo is watching us all the time?"
"Curse, him! What have I got to do with him?" muttered Bela savagely.
"You will be ready for me, Klara?"
"No!" she said decisively. "Better make your peace with Elsa. I"ll have none of her leavings. I"ve had all I wanted out of you to-day--the banquet first and now your coming here. . . . It"ll be all over the village presently--and that"s all I care about. Have a drink now," she added good-humouredly, "and then go and make your peace with Elsa . . .
if you can."
She turned abruptly away from him, leaving him to murmur curses under his breath, and went on attending to her customers; nor did he get for the moment another opportunity of speaking with her, for Leopold Hirsch hovered round her for some considerable time after that, and presently, with much noise and pomp and circ.u.mstance, no less a personage than the n.o.ble young Count himself graced the premises of Ignacz Goldstein the Jew with his august presence.
CHAPTER XIX
"Now go and fetch the key."
He belonged to the ancient family of Rakosy, who had owned property on both banks of the Maros for the past eight centuries, and Feri Rakosy, the twentieth-century representative of his mediaeval forbears, was a good-looking young fellow of the type so often met with among the upper cla.s.ses in Hungary: quite something English in appearance--well set-up, well-dressed, well-groomed from the top of his smooth brown hair to the tips of his immaculately-shod feet--in the eyes an expression of habitual boredom, further accentuated by the slight, affected stoop of the shoulders and a few premature lines round the nose and mouth; and about his whole personality that air of high-breeding and of good, pure blood which is one of the chief characteristics of the true Hungarian aristocracy.
He did little more than acknowledge the respectful salutations which greeted him from every corner of the little room as he entered, but he nodded to Eros Bela and smiled all over his good-looking face at Klara, who, in her turn, welcomed him with a profusion of smiles which brought a volley of muttered curses to Leopold Hirsch"s lips.
While he held her one hand rather longer than was necessary she, with the other, took his hat from him, and then, laughing coquettishly, she pointed to a parcel which was causing the pocket of his well-cut Norfolk jacket to bulge immoderately.
"Is that something for me?" she asked.
"Of course it is," he replied lightly; "I bought it at the fair in Arad for you to-day."
"How thoughtful of you!" she said, with a little sigh of pleasure.
"Thoughtful?" he retorted, laughing pleasantly. "My good Klara, if I hadn"t thought of you I would have died of boredom this afternoon. Here, give me a gla.s.s of your father"s best wine and I"ll tell you."
He sat down with easy familiarity on the corner of the table which served as a counter. Klara, after this, had eyes and ears only for him.
How could it be otherwise, seeing that it was not often a n.o.ble lord graced a village tap-room with his presence. Conversations round the room were now carried on in whispers; tarok cards were produced and here and there a game was in progress. Those who had drunk overmuch made themselves as inconspicuous as they could, drawing themselves closely against the wall, or frankly reclining across the table with arms outstretched and heads buried between them out of sight.
An atmosphere of subdued animation and decorum reigned in the place; not a few men, oppressed by their sense of respect for my lord, had effected a quiet exit through the door, preferring the jovial atmosphere of the barn, from whence came, during certain hushed moments, the sounds of music and of laughter.
The young man--whose presence caused all this revulsion in the usually noisy atmosphere of the tap-room--took no heed whatever of anything that went on around him: he seemed unconscious alike of the deference of the peasants as of the dark, menacing scowl with which Leopold Hirsch regarded him. He certainly did not bestow a single glance on Eros Bela who, at my lord"s appearance, had retreated into the very darkest corner of the room. Bela did not care to encounter the young Count"s sneering remarks just now--and these would of a certainty have been levelled against the bridegroom who was sitting in a tap-room when he should have been in attendance on his bride. But indeed my lord never saw him.
To this young scion of a n.o.ble race, which had owned land and serfs for centuries past, these peasants here were of no more account than his oxen or his sheep--nor was the owner of a village shop of any more consequence in my lord"s eyes.
He came here because there was a good-looking Jewess in the tap-room whose conversation amused him, and whose dark, velvety eyes, fringed with long lashes, and mouth with full, red lips, stirred his jaded senses in a more pleasant and more decided way than did the eyes and lips of the demure, well-bred young Countesses and Baronesses who formed his usual social circle.
Whether his flirtation with Klara, the Jewess, annoyed the girl"s Jew lover or not, did not matter to him one jot; on the contrary the jealousy of that dirty lout Hirsch enhanced his amus.e.m.e.nt to a considerable extent.
Therefore he did not take the trouble to lower his voice now when he talked to Klara, and it was quite openly that he put his arm round her waist while he held his gla.s.s to her lips--"To sweeten your father"s vinegar!" he said with a laugh.
"You know, my pretty Klara," he said gaily, "that I was half afraid I shouldn"t see you to-day at all."
"No?" she asked coquettishly.
"No, by gad! My father was so soft-hearted to allow Eros a day off for his wedding or something, and so, if you please, I had to go to Arad with him, as he had to see about a sale of clover. I thought we should never get back. The roads were abominable."
"I hardly expected your lordship," she said demurely.
To punish her for that little lie, he tweaked her small ear till it became a bright crimson.
"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 . . ." she whispered.
"So much do you amuse me that I have brought you a present, just to show you that I thought of you to-day and because I want you not to forget me during the three months that I shall be gone."
He drew the parcel out of his pocket and, turning his back to the rest of the room, he cut the string and undid the paper that wrapped it. The contents of the parcel proved to be a morocco case, which flew open at a touch and displayed a gold curb chain bracelet--the dream of Klara Goldstein"s desires.
"For me?" she said, with a gasp of delight.
"For your pretty arm, yes," he replied. "Shall I put it on?"