"And three years ago you met three Hungarian gentlemen in the Ermenouville Forest, did you not?"
"Yes, I did meet them," replied Alexander, surprised that anybody should bear in mind such _minutiae_ of his past life.
"Then this letter will be meant for you," said the heyduke, delivering the letter. "Be so good as to read it. I await a reply."
Alexander broke open the letter, and, as was his wont, looked first of all at the signature. A cry of astonishment burst from his lips. There stood two names written one beneath the other which every Hungarian, who accounted himself a good patriot and a man of honour and enlightenment, held in the highest veneration--Rudolf and Michael.
What could such as they have to write to a poor orphan like him, they the great men, the idols of the nation, the popular heroes of the day, to a poor unknown artisan like him?
The letter said--
"You worthy young man, you have acted quite rightly. In your place any one of us would have done the same thing. If you will accept our a.s.sistance, for old acquaintance sake, we are ready to place our service as gentlemen at your disposal."
Alexander folded up the letter with great satisfaction. He had a vivid recollection of the two young n.o.blemen who had met him by accident at Paris, and treated him as a friend.
"I am much honoured by their lordships" offer," said he, turning to the heyduke, "and will accept it in any case."
The messenger respectfully bowed and withdrew.
In half an hour"s time Rudolf and Michael appeared, and the former said that a written authorization on Alexander"s part was necessary, lest Conrad and Livius should give him seconds that he did not like.
"Then there are others, also, who would offer their a.s.sistance?"
"Oh, no end to them! There is quite a compet.i.tion among these young lions as to which of them shall be present at the tragi-comedy, as they call it."
"It will not be a tragi-comedy; I can tell them that."
"That is princ.i.p.ally what induced us to offer you our services. We do not see any particular glory in hounding men on against each other, and making them fight duels which our age, unfortunately, considers such an excellent pastime. On the other hand, we regard it as our duty as gentlemen to offer you our a.s.sistance, and thereby put a stop to what might become a senseless and insulting jest, which if our feather-brained friends had their way might even have a very serious termination."
Alexander thanked them for their kindness, and early next morning the two young men appeared again in a hired coach. Alexander was ready waiting for them. He had only to seal a few letters which he had written overnight, one to his master, reporting in what state he had left the business, and the other to f.a.n.n.y, begging her to do him the favour to accept as his heir the little property which his thrift had acc.u.mulated.
These letters, enclosed in a third envelope, he gave to the caretaker of the house, with the request that if he, Alexander, did not return by twelve o"clock, the envelope was to be opened and the doc.u.ments inside forwarded to their respective addresses. Then he got into the carriage where Rudolf and Michael were awaiting him; a surgeon followed them in another carriage.
The youths were surprised to observe that the young artisan"s face showed no signs of anxiety or trouble, nay, he bore himself as calmly and nonchalantly as if he were used to such situations.
It was still very early when they crossed the bridge leading into the park, where a freshly erected tent was standing. The youths then told the coachman to stop, and asked Alexander whether he would not like a little breakfast first of all.
"No, thank you," he replied. "People might say I wanted something to put pluck into me. Let us say afterwards--if an afterwards there be!" he added lightly, and in the best of humours.
They proceeded onwards through the wood to the spot agreed upon, and they had not waited more than a few moments before their antagonists also arrived upon the ground.
It was a cloudy, gloomy morning, and there was an expression of gloomy _sang-froid_ on the faces of the young men which suited very well with the morning.
The enemy, smiling, and with nonchalant haughtiness, came strolling arm in arm through the silver poplar woods--Abellino, the large-limbed Conrad, and Livius. A surgeon and a servant brought up the rear.
The four seconds went apart and conversed together in a low voice; they were evidently arranging the details of the affair. They soon came to an agreement. The extreme retiring distance was fixed at five-and-forty paces, the barriers at five-and-twenty.
During this negociation, Abellino produced a pair of good flint-locked Schneller pistols, and exhibited his skill before the company. He ordered his lackey to throw linden leaves up into the air in front of him, and riddled them with bullets three times running. This he did simply to fill the adversary with terror. Michael, fathoming his object, whispered confidentially in the young artisan"s ear--
"We are not going to fire with those pistols, but with ours, which are quite new, and it will not be so easy to show off with them."
Alexander smiled bitterly. "It is all one to me. My life is no more precious to me than those linden leaves."
All the necessary formalities having been arranged, the seconds attempted to reconcile the combatants. Abellino thereupon offered to withdraw his challenge under two conditions: (1) If the challenged, in the name of the firm he was defending, publicly declared that there was no intention to insult in the advertis.e.m.e.nt complained of, and (2) if Mr. Boltay caused to be inserted in the same newspaper in which the offensive advertis.e.m.e.nt had appeared a notification to the effect that Karpathy had given the amount in question to the girl"s guardian from purely artistic motives of the n.o.blest description.
Alexander"s seconds laid these conditions before him.
He immediately sent one of them back. Did they wish to insult him? He meant in the plainest, most unmistakable manner, and with the fullest knowledge of what he was doing, to take all the responsibility of the alleged insult on his own shoulders, and he had nothing to retract.
Ah! he had far better reasons for fighting than the mere love of swagger. There was nothing for it, therefore, but to fight.
Conrad thereupon turned towards the surgeon whom they had brought with them, and roared in a stentorian voice--
"Have you your instruments with you? Then, mind you hold them in readiness. There will not be much need of blood-letting, I fancy. What!
not brought your bone-saw with you, eh? My friend, your thoughtlessness is disgraceful! It happens in duels sometimes that a man is not shot through the head or the heart straight off; but the bullet may hit him in the arm or leg, and then if the bone is injured and he has to wait for an amputation till he is carried into town erysipelas may set in."
"Take your places, gentlemen! take your places!" shouted Rudolf, putting an end to this cruel prolonging of the agony.
Abellino thereupon pierced his fourth linden leaf at twenty-five paces.
"Those pistols must be put aside, as they are evidently old acquaintances," said Rudolf. "Mine are new."
"We agree," replied Conrad; "only you must take care," he continued, turning towards Abellino, "that when you prepare to take aim you do not lower your arm from your shoulder downwards, but raise it from your hip gradually upwards, so that if you aim at the chest, and the pistol kicks downwards, you may be able to hit him in the stomach, but if it kicks upwards you may hit him in the skull."
Meanwhile they were loading the pistols, dropping the bullets into the barrels in every one"s sight. The challenged party then chose one of them.
Then the antagonists were placed at the two extremities of the ground, and the barriers were indicated by white pocket-handkerchiefs.
The seconds stepped aside, forming two separate groups. Conrad placed himself behind a huge poplar, capable of shielding even his bulky frame.
A clapping of hands, thrice repeated, was the signal for the opponents to advance.
Alexander remained standing in his place for some seconds, holding his pistol in his hand pointed downwards. A cold calmness was written on his face--regret you might even have called it, were not regret under such circ.u.mstances somewhat akin to cowardice. Abellino, holding himself sideways, advanced with little mincing steps, frequently pointing his pistol as if he were on the point of firing. He meant to torture his adversary by holding him in suspense as long as possible without firing.
And you should have seen the malicious smile, the expression of teasing, provoking scorn, with which Abellino tried to throw his adversary into confusion. Why, a man who can pierce a falling leaf with a bullet, may be pretty sure of his man in a duel!
"Poor young fellow!" sighed Rudolph to himself, while his fellow-second was just about to call out to Abellino that such tricks were not permissible in encounters between gentlemen, when Alexander suddenly started from his place and walked with firm, unfaltering steps right up to his barrier, there stopped, raised his pistol, and took aim. His eyes sparkled with a strange fire, and his hand was perfectly steady.
This was an unheard-of audacity. Before the first shot it is most unusual for any one to walk right up to his own barrier, for, in case of ill luck, he gives his adversary a great advantage. This boldness, however, had the effect of making Abellino stop short six paces from his own barrier, and move away his thumb from the trigger of his pistol, where he had hitherto held it.
What happened the next moment n.o.body was able to exactly explain.
A report rang out, and half a minute afterwards another. The seconds hastened to the spot, and found Alexander standing erect in his place; but Abellino had turned right round, and his hand was over his left ear.
The surgeons came running up with the others.
"Are you wounded?" they asked Abellino.
"No, no!" said he, keeping one hand continually over his ear. "Deuce take that bullet, it flew so d.a.m.ned close to my ear that it has almost made me deaf. I can"t hear a word of what I am saying. Curse the bullet!
I would much rather that it had gone through my ribs."