"Well, have you considered my proposal?" asked Rideghvary.
"Yes. I have decided to accept the appointment."
Rideghvary pressed the young man"s hand. "I was sure you would," said he; "and, to show you my confidence in you, I have your certificate of appointment all made out." He took an official doc.u.ment from his table-drawer and handed it to Jeno. "To-morrow you will take the oath of office, and then you will be free to wind up your affairs here in Vienna."
Luckily the Baroness Plankenhorst was up and dressed betimes that morning, else Jeno would certainly have sought her out in her boudoir.
Hastening into the proud lady"s presence, he began, without a moment"s loss of time, the speech which he had been rehearsing on the way.
"Madam," said he, "you will perhaps recall your parting words to me yesterday,--"whether to-morrow or next month or next year." That "to-morrow" has come, and I am here,--no longer a n.o.body." To prove his a.s.sertion, he produced his certificate of appointment to the secretaryship of the emba.s.sy to Russia, and handed it to the baroness.
With a look of the utmost surprise, and a smile of hearty congratulation, she received the doc.u.ment and read it. "I am indeed delighted," she exclaimed, giving the young appointee her hand. "Do you wish Alfonsine to be informed of this?"
"If you please."
The baroness had to go no farther than the next room to find her daughter. Leading her in by the hand, she presented "the secretary of the Austrian legation at the court of St. Petersburg."
"Oh!" exclaimed Alfonsine, when she had somewhat recovered from her apparent astonishment; and she extended her hand with a gracious smile to the young inc.u.mbent of a twelve-thousand-florin position. He eagerly clasped the offered hand in both his own. "It is yours now to keep," she whispered with another smile, and then turned and hid her face in her mother"s bosom, overcome, it is to be supposed, by a feeling of maidenly modesty and girlish fear.
Jeno next kissed his prospective mother-in-law"s hand, whereupon she impressed a kiss on his forehead. Alfonsine could hardly be induced to raise her modestly downcast eyes again in the presence of the man who was there to claim her as his bride.
"When shall we announce the engagement?" asked the mother, turning to Jeno. "To-morrow, shall we say--at twelve? Very well. And now are you satisfied with me?"
The young man"s heart beat high with triumph and happiness, as he returned to his rooms. He felt that at last he had begun to live; hitherto he had only vegetated, but now he was entering on the full life of a man. Yet there was some alloy in his happiness even then.
The thought of his mother, and of her disapproval of his course, refused to be banished from his mind; and though he pretended to rejoice that she had escaped from the city, and had been spared the pain of a meeting and a useless conflict with him, yet his conscience would not be deceived. Too well he knew that he was afraid to meet his mother, and was more relieved at being freed from that necessity than rejoiced at her safe escape.
With the approach of evening poor Jeno"s thoughts became such a torment to him that he prepared to go out in quest of distraction. But on stepping before his mirror to adjust his cravat, a sight met his eyes that made him start back in sudden fear. Reflected in the gla.s.s he saw his mother enter the room.
"Mother!" he cried, turning toward her.
The woman before him was not the proud, commanding form that he knew so well. It was one of those sorrowing figures which we see painted at the foot of the cross, bowed with grief and spent with watching and weeping,--the very incarnation of bitter anguish. In such guise did the Baroness Baradlay present herself to her youngest son Jeno, and at sight of her, the young man"s first thought was one that gave him no cause to blush afterward. Forgetting his dread of meeting her, he thought only of the danger to which she was exposing herself in coming to him, and he put his arms around her, as if to shield her from harm.
On his cheek he felt the warm kisses,--so different from those of that other mother!
"How did you manage to come to me, dear mother?" he asked.
"I came by a long way."
"They told me you had left the city, and were in Pressburg."
"So I was. For three days I sought you in vain; then I gave up the hope of finding you, and left the city. But in Pressburg I heard something that made me turn back and seek you once more."
"Oh, why did you do it?" exclaimed the son. "You had but to send for me, and I would have hastened to you. Why did you not command me?"
"Ah, my son, I have forgotten how to command. I have come not to command, but to implore. Do not be afraid of me; do not look at me as if I were a spectre risen between you and your heart"s desire. Not thus do I come to you, but only as a suppliant, with one last pet.i.tion."
"Mother," cried Jeno, much moved, "do not speak to me like that, I beg of you."
"Forgive me. Only a few days ago I could have commanded my sons, but not now. I wrote you a letter--did you receive it?--an arrogant, offensive letter. Destroy it; let it be as if it had never been written. It was an angry woman that wrote it. That proud, angry woman is no more. Grievous afflictions have humbled her, and the end is not yet. She is now but a mourning widow, begging for mercy at the open grave of her sons."
"Dear mother, your sons are still alive," Jeno interposed rea.s.suringly.
"But do you know where they are? One of them is fighting his way over the Carpathians to his native land, pursued, surrounded, and hara.s.sed on all sides. At his feet yawns the mountain chasm with the raging torrent at its bottom; over his head the storms vent their fury and the hungry vultures wheel in circles. If he eludes his pursuers, and escapes starvation and freezing, he may, perhaps, be fortunate enough to reach the battle-field, where my eldest son awaits his coming at the head of a volunteer force. Do you know the sort of soldiers who compose that force? Boys that have run away from their homes, and fathers that have left their wives and children. It is as if a feverish madness were driving every one to the field of battle, where certain death awaits its victims."
"But why do they thus rush to their destruction?"
"Because they cannot help themselves, in the bitter woe that oppresses all hearts."
"They may be victorious, mother."
"Oh, yes, they will be. They will win a glorious victory, but it will avail them naught. It will but bring heavier woes upon them. They will show the world wonderful deeds of daring, and compel the admiration of all; their star will shine brightly over all Europe, now wrapped in darkness; but it will be so much the worse for them in the end. Their fate is already sealed by the great world-powers. If they are not prostrated by the first blow, another will be dealt them, and still another, until at last they succ.u.mb. I learned this in Pressburg from intercepted letters, and it brought me back here again. How could I resist the longing to come back and see you once more,--the last time in my life?"
"Oh, do not speak so!"
"You are going far away, and it will be a dark day for us that sees your return. The proud and powerful have been putting their heads together, and they have formed a plan for taking vengeance on their mother country for the chastis.e.m.e.nt she has inflicted on them."
"Who are they?"
"Your friends and patrons. But fear not; I am not here to inveigh against them. They are kinder to you than I am. I would point you the way to ruin; they show you the road to safety. I offer you a joyless life of trials and afflictions; they hold out to you happiness and a brilliant career. I cannot compete with them. No, my son, you and they are right, and we are but foolish enthusiasts, sacrificing ourselves for a mere nothing, an idea, a dream. May you never be able to understand us! Go with those who are now preparing to ally themselves with the Russians against their own fatherland. As Hungarians, you and they are of course pained at the necessity of invoking your old enemy"s aid against your own mother and brothers; but you do it because you are convinced that your mother and brothers must be humbled. The Baradlay escutcheon has received two shameful stains in the conduct of odon and Richard. It is reserved for you to wipe out those stains. What a brilliant refutation of all charges it will be in the world"s eyes to point to the youngest son, who atoned for the crime of his two elder brothers by joining the party that summoned a mighty power to the pacification of his misguided country!"
Jeno"s face was white and he sat gazing into vacancy. They had not said anything to him about all this; and yet he might have perceived it clearly enough with a little reflection.
"There can be but one issue," continued the mother: "we are lost, but you will be saved. Two mighty powers are more than we can withstand, be we ever so stanch and brave. Your brothers will fall sooner or later: death is easy to find. You will then be left as the head of the Baradlay family. You will be the envied husband of a beautiful wife, a man of high rank and wide influence, the pride of the new era on which we are entering."
Jeno"s head had sunk on his breast; his heart was no longer filled with pride and exultation. His mother proceeded.
"The unfortunate and the helpless will come and kiss the ground under your feet. You will be in a position to do much good, and I am sure you will make the most of it; for you have a kind and tender heart.
Among the pet.i.tions that will be laid before you, do not forget my own. You see I have come to you as the first suppliant."
Alas, how humiliated the young man felt before his mother! And the more so that she spoke not in irony, but in the gentle tones of pleading earnest.
"Not for myself do I ask anything," she went on; "our fate will soon overtake us, and if it lingered we should, I a.s.sure you, hasten to meet it. Your brother Richard is unmarried and so leaves no family; but odon has a wife and two children,--two dear, pretty children, the younger only a month old. You are sure to be richly rewarded for your great services. Your brothers" property will be confiscated and handed over to you."
Jeno started up in horrified protest.
"And when you are a rich and powerful man," his mother continued, "in possession of all that we now hold in common, and when you are crowned with honours and happiness, then, my son, remember this hour and your mother"s pet.i.tion: let your brother"s children never suffer want."
"Mother!" cried Jeno, beside himself with grief and pain. Hastening to his desk, he drew forth his certificate of appointment from one of its drawers, tore it into a hundred pieces, and then sank weeping on his mother"s breast. "Mother, I am not going to Russia."
The mother"s joy at these words was too great for utterance. She clasped her youngest, her dearest son in a warm embrace. "And you will come with me, my boy?" she asked.
"Yes, I will go with you."
"I shall not let you follow your brothers to the battle-field. You must stay at home and be our comforter; your life must be spared. I wish you to lead a happy life. May I not hope for many years of happiness for you?"
Jeno sighed deeply, his thoughts turning to what was now a thing of the past,--his bright dream of happiness. He kissed his mother, but left her question unanswered.
"Let us hurry away from here at once," said she, rising from the sofa.