"And compromising me into the bargain, what? But let me tell you this, my good Leopold, before we go any further, that I am not married to you yet, and that I don"t like your airs of proprietorship, _sabe_?"
He could not say anything more just then, for customers were departing, and she had to attend to them; he did not try to approach her while she was thus engaged, but presently, when her back was turned, he contrived to work his way across to the door which gave on the inner room, and to push it slightly open with his hand, until he could peep through the aperture and take a quick survey of the room beyond.
Klara had not seen this manoeuvre of his, although she had cast more than one rapid and furtive glance upon him while she attended to her customers. She was thankful that he was going away for a few days; in his present mood he was positively dangerous.
She had lighted the oil lamp which hung from the centre of the low, raftered ceiling, the hour was getting late, customers were all leaving now one by one.
Eros Bela was one of the last to go.
He had drunk rather more silvorium than was good for him. He knew quite well that by absenting himself from the pre-nuptial festivals he had behaved in a disgraceful and unjustifiable manner which would surely be resented throughout the village, and though he was quite sure that he did not care one bra.s.s filler what all those ignorant peasants thought of him, yet he felt it inc.u.mbent upon him to brace up his courage now, before meeting the hostile fusillade of eyes which would be sure to greet him on his return to the barn.
He meant to put in a short appearance there, and then to finish his evening here in Klara"s company. He felt that his dignity demanded that he should absent himself at any rate from the supper, seeing that Elsa had so grossly defied him.
"At ten o"clock I"ll be back, Klara," he whispered, in the girl"s ear, as he was about to take his departure along with some of his friends, who also intended to go on to the dance in the barn.
"Indeed you won"t," she retorted decisively, "I have no use for you, my good Bela. You are almost a married man now, remember!" she added with a laugh.
"I"ll bring those bottles of champagne," he urged; "don"t be hard on me, Klara. I"ll give you a good time to-night, and a nice present into the bargain."
"And ruin my reputation for ever, eh? By walking into the tap-room when it"s full of people and carrying two bottles of champagne under your arm--or staying on ostentatiously after everyone has gone and for everyone to gossip. No, thank you; I"ve already told you that I am not going to lend myself to your little games of vengeance. It isn"t me you want, it"s petty revenge upon Elsa. To that I say no, thank you, my good man."
"Klara!" he pleaded.
"No!" she said, and unceremoniously turned her back on him.
He went off, sullen and morose, and not a little chaffed for his moroseness by his friends.
The tap-room was almost deserted for the moment. In one or two corners only a few stragglers lingered; they were sprawling across the tables with arms outstretched. Ignacz Goldstein"s silvorium had proved too potent and too plentiful. They lay there in a drunken sleep--logs that were of no account. Presently they would have to be thrown out, but there was no hurry for that--they were not in the way.
Ignacz Goldstein had gone into the next room. Klara was busy tidying up the place; Leopold approached her with well-feigned contrition and humility.
"I am sorry, Klara," he said. "I seemed to have had the knack to-night of constantly annoying you. So I"d best begone now, perhaps."
"I bear no malice, Leo," she said quietly.
"I thought I"d come back at about nine o"clock," he continued. "It is nearly eight now."
She, thinking that he had his own journey in mind, remarked casually:
"You"d best be here well before nine. The train leaves at nine-twenty, and father walks very slowly."
"I won"t be late," he said. "Best give me the key of the back door. I"ll let myself in that way."
"No occasion to do that," she retorted. "The front door will be open.
You can come in that way like everybody else."
"It"s just a fancy," he said quietly; "there might be a lot of people about just then. I don"t want to come through here. I thought I"d just slip in the back way as I often do. So give me the key, Klara, will you?"
"How can I give you the key of the back door?" she said, equally quietly; "you know father always carries it in his coat pocket."
"But there is a second key," he remarked, "which hangs on a nail by your father"s bedside in the next room. Give me that one, Klara."
"I shan"t," she retorted. "I never heard such nonsense! As if I could allow you to use the private door of this house just as it suits your fancy. If you want to come in to-night and say good-bye, you must come in by the front door."
"It"s just a whim of mine, Klara," urged Leopold, now still speaking quietly--almost under his breath--but there was an ominous tremor in his voice and sudden sharp gleams in his eyes which the girl had already noted and which caused the blood to rush back to her heart, leaving her cheeks pale and her lips trembling.
"Nonsense!" she contrived to say, with an indifferent shrug of the shoulders.
"Just a whim," he reiterated. "So I"ll take the key, by your leave."
He turned to the door of the inner room and pushed it open, just as he had done awhile ago, and now--as then--he cast a rapid glance round the room.
Klara, through half-closed lids, watched his every movement.
"Why!" he exclaimed, turning back to her, and with a look of well-feigned surprise, "the key is not in its place."
"I know it isn"t," she retorted curtly.
"Then where is it?"
"I have put it away."
"When? It was hanging on its usual nail when I first came here this afternoon. I remember the door being open, and my glancing into the room casually. I am sure it was there then."
"It may have been: but I put it away after that."
"Why should you have done that?"
"I don"t know, and, anyhow, it"s no business of yours, is it?"
"Give me that back-door key, Klara," insisted the young man, in a tone of savage command.
"No!" she replied, slowly and decisively.
There was silence in the little, low raftered room after that, a silence only broken by the buzzing of flies against the white globe of the lamp, and by the snores of the sleepers who sprawled across the tables.
Leopold Hirsch had drawn in his breath with a low, hissing sound; his face, by the yellow light of the lamp, looked ghastly in colour, and his hands were twitching convulsively as the trembling fingers clenched and opened with a monotonous, jerky movement of attempted self-control.
Klara had not failed to notice these symptoms of an agony of mind which the young man was so vainly trying to hide from her. For the moment she almost felt sorry for him--sorry and slightly remorseful.
After all, Leo"s frame of mind, the agony which he endured, came from the strength of his love for her. Neither Eros Bela, nor the young Count, nor the many admirers who had hung round her in the past until such time as their fancy found more permanent anchorage elsewhere, would have suffered tortures of soul and of heart because she had indulged in a mild flirtation with a rival. Eros Bela would have stormed and cursed, the young Count would have laid his riding-whip across the shoulders of his successful rival and there would have been an end of the matter.
Leopold Hirsch would go down to h.e.l.l and endure the torments of the d.a.m.ned, then return to heaven at a smile from her, and go back to h.e.l.l again and glory in his misery.
But just now she was frightened of him; he looked almost like a living corpse; the skin on his face was drawn so tightly over the bones that it gave him the appearance of a skull with hollow eyes and wide, grinning mouth.
Outside an owl hooted dismally. Klara gave a slight shiver of fear and looked furtively round her to see if any of the drunkards were awake.
Then she recollected that her father was in the next room, and presently, from afar, came shouts of laughter and the sound of music.
She woke as from a nightmare, gave her fine shoulders a little shake, and looked boldly into her jealous lover"s face.