And curiously Topandy felt no pain in his heart as he thought over it.
"Death is after all the best solution of life!"
He did not shed a single tear upon the letter he wrote: he sealed it and looked for a servant to despatch it.
But other thoughts occupied him.
He sought the magistrate.
"My dear sir, when do you want to lock me up?"
"When you like, sir."
"Would you not take me to gaol immediately?"
"With pleasure, sir."
"How many years have they given me?"
"Only two."
"I expected more. Well, then I can take this letter myself into the town."
"Will Mr. aronffy remain here?"
"No. He will take his dead love home to the country. I have asked the doctor to embalm her, and I have a lead casket which I prepared for myself with the intention of continuing my opposition to the ordinance of G.o.d within it: now I have no need of it. I will lend it to Czipra.
That is her dowry."
An hour later he went in search of Lorand, who was still guarding his dead darling. The magistrate was there too.
"My dear sir," he said to the officer. "I am not going to the gaol now."
"Not yet?" inquired Daruszegi. "Very well."
"Not now, nor at any other time. A greater master has given me orders--in a different direction."
They began to look at him in astonishment.
His face was much paler than usual: but still that good-humored irony and light-hearted smile was there.
"Lorand, my boy, there will be two funerals here."
"Who is the second dead person?" asked Daruszegi.
"I am."
Then he drew from his breast his left hand which he had hitherto held thrust in his coat.
"An hour ago I wrote a letter to your mother. As I was sealing it the hot wax dripped onto my nail, and see how my hand has blackened since."
The tips of his left hand were blue and swollen.
"The doctor, quickly," cried Daruszegi to his servant.
"Never mind. It is already unnecessary," said Topandy, falling languidly into an arm-chair. "In two hours it is over. I cannot live more than two hours. In twenty minutes this swelling will reach my shoulder, and the way from thence to the heart is short."
The doctor, who hastened to appear, confirmed Topandy"s opinion.
"There is nothing to be done," he said.
Lorand, horror-stricken, hastened to take care of his uncle: the old fellow embraced the neck of the youth kneeling beside him.
"You philosopher, you were right after all, you see. There is One who takes thought for two-legged featherless animals too. If I had known,--"Knock and it shall be opened unto you:" I should long have knocked at the door and cried, "O Lord, let me in!""
Topandy would not allow himself to be undressed and put to bed.
"Draw my chair beside Czipra. Let me learn from her how a dead man must behave. My death will not be so fine as hers: I shall not breathe my soul into the soul of my loved one: yet I shall be a gay travelling-companion."
Pain interrupted his words.
When it ceased, he laughed at himself.
"How a foolish ma.s.s of flesh protests! It will not allow itself to be overlorded. Yet we were only guests here! "_Animula, vagula, blandula.
Hospes comesque corporis. Quae nunc adibis loca? Frigidula, palidula, undula! Nec, ut soles, dabis jocos._" Certainly you will be "_extra dominium_" immediately. And my lord Stomach, his Grace, and my lord Heart, his Excellency, and my lord Head, his Royal Highness all must resign office."
The doctor declared he must be suffering terrible agony all the time he was jesting and laughing; and he laughed when other people would have gnashed their teeth and cried aloud.
"We have disputed often, Lorand," said the old man, always in a fainter voice, "about that German savant who a.s.serted that the inhabitants of other planets are much n.o.bler men than we here on earth. If he asks what has become of me, tell him I have advanced. I have gone to a planet where there are no peasants: barons clean earls" boots. Don"t laugh at me, I beg, if I am talking foolishly.--But death dictates very curious verses."
The hand-grasp with which he greeted Lorand, proved that it was his last.
After that his hand drooped, his eyes languished, his face became ever more and more yellow.
Once again he raised his eyes.
They met Lorand"s gaze.
He wished to smile: in a whisper, straining desperately he said:
"Immediately now ... I shall know--what is--in the foggy spots of the Northern Dog-star:--and in the eyeless worm"s----entrails."
Then, suddenly, with a forced final spasmodic effort, he seized the arms of his chair, and rose, lifted up his right arm, and turned to the magistrate.
"Sir," he cried in a strong full-toned voice, "I have appealed."
He fell back in the arm-chair.
Some minutes later every wrinkle disappeared from his face, it became as smooth as marble, and calm, as those of dead persons are wont to be.