"By cooperation everything becomes cheap. A true mental "menage." Many learn together, and each pays a trifle. If you wish my young friend to learn drawing, it will not cost more than four florins; four hours weekly, together with the others. Perhaps you will not find it superfluous, that our young friend should make acquaintance with the more important European languages; he can learn, under the supervision o mature teachers, English and French, at a cost of not more than three florins, three hours a week. And if my young friend has a few hours to spare, he cannot do better than spend them in the gymnasium; gymnastic exercise is healthy, it encourages the development of the muscles along with that of the brain, and it does not cost anything, only ten florins entrance fee."
Grandmother was quite overcome by this thoughtfulness. She left everything in order and paid in advance.
I do not wish anyone to come to the conclusion, from the facts stated above, that in course of time I shall come to boast what a Paganini I became in time, what a Mezzofanti as a linguist, what a Buonarotti in art, what a Vestris in the dance, or what a Michael Toddy in fencing:--I hasten to remark that I do not even yet understand anything of all these things. I have only to relate how they taught them to me.
When I went to my private lessons--"together with the others"--the professor was not at home; we indulged in an hour"s wrestling.
When I went to my dancing lessons--"together with the others"--the dancing master was missing: again an hour"s wrestling.
During the French lessons we again wrestled, and during the drawing and violin hours we spent our time exactly as we did during the other hours; so that when the gymnastic lessons came round we had no more heart for wrestling.
I did just learn to swim,--in secret, seeing that it was prohibited, and truly without paying:--unless I may count as a forfeit penalty that ma.s.s of water I swallowed once, when I was nearly drowned in the Danube. None even dared to acquaint the people at home with the fact; Lorand saved me, but he never boasted of his feat.
As we left the house of this very kind man, who quite overcame grandmother and us, with his gracious and amiable demeanors, Lorand said:
"From this hour I begin to greatly esteem the first professor: he is a n.o.ble, straight-forward fellow."
I did not understand his meaning--that is, I did not wish to understand.
Perhaps he wished to slight "my" professor.
According to my ethical principles it was purely natural that each student should admire and love that professor who was the director of his own cla.s.s, and if one cla.s.s is secretly at war with another, the only reason can be that the professor of one cla.s.s is the opponent of the other. My kingdom is the foe of thy kingdom, so my soldiers are the enemies of thy soldiers.
I began to look at Lorand in the light of some such hostile soldier.
Fortunately the events that followed drove all these ideas out of my head.
CHAPTER III
MY RIGHT HONORABLE UNCLE
We were invited to dine with the Privy Councillor Balnokhazy, at whose house my brother was to take up his residence.
He was some very distant relation of ours; however, he received a payment for Lorand"s board, seven hundred florins, a nice sum of money in those days.
My pride was the greatest that my brother was living in a privy councillor"s house, and, if my school-fellows asked me where I lived, I never omitted to mention the fact that "my brother was living with Balnokhazy, P. C.," while I myself had taken up my abode merely with a baker.
Baker Fromm was indeed very sorry that we were not dining "at home." At least they might have left me alone there. That he did not turn to stone as he uttered these words was not my fault; at least I fixed upon him such basilisk eyes as I was capable of. What an idea! To refuse a dinner with my P. C. uncle for his sake! Grandmother, too, discovered that I also must be presented there.
We ordered a carriage for 1:30; of course we could not with decency go to the P. C."s on foot. Grandmother fastened my embroidered shirt under my waistcoat, and I was vain enough to allow the little pugnose to arrange my tie. She really could make pretty bows, I thought. As I gazed at myself in the looking-gla.s.s, I found that I should be a handsome boy when I had put on my silver-b.u.t.toned attila.[19] And if only my hair was curled! Still I was completely convinced that in the whole town there did not exist any more such silver-b.u.t.toned attilas as mine.
[Footnote 19: The coat worn by the hussars, forming part, as it does, of all real Magyar _levee_ dresses.]
Only it annoyed me to watch the little pugnose careering playfully round me. How she danced round me, without any attempt to conceal the fact that I took her fancy; and how that hurt my pride!
At the bottom of the stairs the comical Henrik was waiting for me, with a large brush in his hand. He a.s.sured me that my attila had become floury--surely from f.a.n.n.y"s ap.r.o.n, for that was always floury--and that he must brush it off. I only begged him not to touch my collar with the hair brush; for that a silk brush was required, as it was velvet.
I believe I set some store by the fact that the collar of my attila was velvet.
From the arched doorway old Marton, too, called after me, as we took our seats, "Good appet.i.te, Master Sheriff!" and five or six times moved his cap up and down on the top of his head.
How I should have loved to break his nose! Why is he compromising me here before my brother? He might know that when I am in full dress I deserve far greater respect from when he sees me before him in my night clothes.--But so it is with those whose business lies in flour.
But let us speak no more of bakers; let us soar into higher regions.
Our carriage stopped somewhere in the neighborhood of the House of Parliament, where there was a two-storied house, in which the P. C.
lived.
The butler--pardon! the chamberlain--was waiting for us downstairs at the gate (it is possible that it was not for us he was waiting). He conducted us up the staircase; from the staircase to the porch; from the porch to the anteroom; from the anteroom to the drawing-room, where our host was waiting to receive us.
I used to think that at home we were elegant people--that we lodged and lived in style; but how poor I felt we were as we went through the rooms of the Balnokhazys. The splendor only incited my admiration and wonder, which was abruptly terminated by the arrival of the host and hostess and their daughter, Melanie, by three different doors. The P. C. was a tall, portly man, broad-shouldered, with black eyebrows, ruddy cheeks, a coal-black moustache curled upward; he formed the very ideal I had pictured to myself of a P. C. His hair also was of a beautiful black, fashionably dressed.
He greeted us in a voice rich and stentorian; kissed grandmother; offered his hand to my brother, who shook it; while he allowed me to kiss his hand.
What an enormous turquoise ring there was on his finger!
Then my right honorable aunt came into our presence. I can say that since that day I have never seen a more beautiful woman. She was then twenty-three years of age; I know quite surely. Her beautiful face, its features preserved with the enamel of youth, seemed almost that of a young girl; her long blonde tresses waved around it; her lips, of graceful symmetry, always ready for a smile; her large, dark blue, and melancholy eyes shadowed by her long eyelashes; her whole form seemed not to walk--rather fluttered and glided; and the hand which she gave me to kiss was transparent as alabaster.
My cousin Melanie was truly a little angel. Her first appearance, to me, was a phenomenon. Methinks no imagination could picture anything more lovely, more ethereal than her whole form. She was not yet more than eight years of age, but her stature gave her the appearance of some ten years. She was slender, and surely must have had some hidden wings, else it were impossible she could have fluttered as she did upon those symmetrical feet. Her face was fine and _distingue_, her eyes artful and brilliant; her lips were endowed with such gifts already--not merely of speaking four or five languages--such silent gifts as brought me beside myself. That child-mouth could smile enchantingly with encouraging calmness, could proudly despise, could pout with displeasure, could offer tacit requests, could muse in silent melancholy, could indulge in enthusiastic rapture--could love and hate.
How often have I dreamed of that lovely mouth! how often seen it in my waking hours! how many horrible Greek words have I learned while musing thereon!
I could not describe that dinner at the Balnokhazys to the end. Melanie sat beside me, and my whole attention was directed toward her.
How refined was her behavior! how much elegance there was in every movement of hers! I could not succeed in learning enough from her. When, after eating, she wiped her lips with the napkin, it was as if spirits were exchanging kisses with the mist. Oh, how interminably silly and clumsy I was beside her! My hand trembled when I had to take some dish.
Terrible was the thought that I might perchance drop the spoon from my hand and stain her white muslin dress with the sauce. She, for her part, seemed not to notice me; or, on the contrary, rather, was quite sure of the fact that beside her was sitting now a living creature, whom she had conquered, rendered dumb and transformed. If I offered her something, she could refuse so gracefully; and if I filled her gla.s.s, she was so polite when she thanked me.
No one busied himself very particularly with me. A young boy at my age is just the most useless article; too big to be played with, and not big enough to be treated seriously. And the worst of it is that he feels it himself. Every boy of twelve years has the same ambition--"If only I were older already!"
Now, however, I say, "If I could only be twelve years old still!" Yet at that time it was a great burden to me. And how many years have pa.s.sed since then!
Only toward the end of dinner, when the younger generation also were allowed to sip some sweet wine from their tiny gla.s.ses, did I find the attention of the company drawn toward me; and it was a curious case.
The butler filled my gla.s.s also. The clear golden-colored liquor scintillated so temptingly before me in the cut gla.s.s, my little neighbor would so enchantingly deepen the ruddiness of her lips with the liquor from her gla.s.s, that an extraordinarily rash idea sprang up within me.
I determined to raise my gla.s.s, clink gla.s.ses with Melanie, and say to her, "Your health, dear cousin Melanie." The blood rushed into my temples as I conceived the idea.
I was already about to take my gla.s.s, when I cast one look at Melanie"s face, and in that moment she gazed upon me with such disheartening pride that in terror I withdrew my hand from my gla.s.s. It was probably this hesitating movement of mine that attracted the P. C."s attention, for he deigned to turn to me with the following condescending remark (intended perhaps for an offer):
"Well, nephew, won"t you try this wine?" With undismayed determination I answered:
"No."
"Perhaps you don"t wish to drink wine?"