"You will see, my boy," said the old gentleman, rubbing his hands, "if you tackle the prefect properly, you will be court judge of Visegrad, year in and year out." And he clapped his nephew on the shoulder.
"What kind of a berth is it in Visegrad?"
"Ay, my boy, that"s the fattest plum in the neighbourhood; it"s worth more than a hundred county court magistracies, and it happens to be just vacant."
"How could I hope to get it?"
"What a stiff-necked man it is to be sure! Didn"t you get to Vienna? You don"t surely reckon yourself among those people who let themselves be cajoled by the gift of a fine horse or a roll of ducats: a man like you is worthy a bigger bribe."
The young man became suddenly crimson.
"But, my uncle, I don"t come for that--for the sake of a horse or money, or even a court magistracy, not to be bribed by the great, but rather to redress the grievances of the folk who are oppressed, and to rectify abuses."
At this speech Mr. Leanyfalvy shifted his zouave from the left to the right shoulder.
"Don"t you know, my dear boy, that out of the mouth of the poor, complaints are not heard. There must be a G.o.d who hears them, nevertheless. Yet the government is a power against which one man can avail nothing. How can you protect the sown fields from the marmots? Man is just such a marmot. Dismiss him who is now in office, and put another in his place; you only change for the worse. As long as there are fools and knaves in the world, so long will the one always rob the other."
"Now if you reckon abuses of office among social ills, I can but tell you that if you have a will, you can amend them. And this will have I."
"Yes, but have you likewise the power? "Whoso is wanting in strength is powerless in wrath." Besides, who stands behind you?"
"The Emperor himself."
"And who else?"
"Isn"t he enough?"
"That doesn"t suffice; you must have the presiding judge as a patron, or the lord chancellor, or at least the district commissioner. If you can only ensure the Emperor"s favour, that doesn"t go far. What can you say to our Emperor, except "May it please his Majesty," and that he is lampooned daily. Every day there come some such scurrilous pamphlets to my notice."
"The Kaiser believes in unlimited freedom of opinion."
"Hang freedom of opinion! If I were Emperor, and anyone printed such things about me, I would take my axe and play such a tune on the writer"s head with it, that he would not ask for a second one. And then if the Hungarians see that the Austrians dare thus to insult the Kaiser, what liberties will the Hungarian not allow himself?"
"Yes, indeed. All those who are shocked at his novelties, murmur against him. They abuse him because the freedom hitherto only accorded to a certain cla.s.s and creed, will now be extended to all his subjects indiscriminately."
"Let us talk about the melons, my dear boy. Look at this one with the mottled rind. When it"s ready you can eat it without harm. But take a bite, before it is ripe, and you get a horribly sore mouth. Now it"s just the same with liberty. When it is ripe, the grower can present it to the people on a pewter plate. But cut it before it is ready, and the melon and he who eats it, alike are done for. I know you will maintain that one can force the melon to get ripe, if you have hot-beds and green-houses. Now you and your friends, the philosophers and philanthropists, are just such growers at the present time. Who could get enough hot-beds and forcing-houses for the whole world? Wait till the dog-days come, and the heat of the sun will let each one ripen in its proper measure."
"Good, uncle. I accept the melon allegory, and will answer you in your own gardening terms: If you want melons, you must sow the seeds. Some sprout, others lay dormant. Then comes the worm to devour them, and the mildew and the frosts to blast the young shoots, yet, in spite of all, your true gardener tends them to the end. Such a sower am I, who plant what is entrusted to me in the ground, that others may reap the harvest."
The simile pleased the old gentleman much; he stroked his moustache thoughtfully.
"You are the right sort, my boy. And if you feel equal to the task, undertake it. But I fear you won"t succeed! But you have not come here to stir up a hornet"s nest, have you?"
"No, uncle. First of all, I shall procure the actual facts of the case, and till I get them, I shall not say a word to anyone."
"That"s well and good. But how will you get those facts?"
"I have reckoned for all that. I mean to settle down and buy myself a house, with a field and vineyard. As an inhabitant of the city, I shall have the right to mix myself up in local affairs."
"That sounds like business. For that matter, I can recommend you a house that belonged to the notary"s brother. It"s a fine property, with garden, vineyard, and meadow attached. The owner is a drunken good-for-nothing, and over head and ears in debt, but can, by realising the property, pay his debts, and still have something left. Leave the contract to me."
"Agreed then, uncle. The money question can soon be settled, as I have what will be necessary."
"So far, so good. But after, when you have your facts, who is going to be prosecutor?"
"I myself will be."
The old gentleman stroked his moustache doubtfully.
"Oho, my boy, that"s a dangerous game. Do you know that the law won"t allow you to do it anonymously? The prosecutor must act in his own name."
"I shall lodge my complaint openly so that the guilty can recognise me."
"Then be sure they will try and get rid of you."
"That is the fortune of war."
The old man smiled slily.
"It has just occurred to me you can"t be prosecutor."
"Why not?"
"Why, pray, have you not studied law in Vienna? Docs not the decree of St. Stephen lay it down that the prosecutor must be a married man? If you are single, you are not qualified to make the depositions."
"All right, I"ll marry."
His hearer fairly shook with laughter.
"My boy, I"ve heard many motives suggested for matrimony, but never one like yours. You are going to marry to help the people to their rights!
Remember that--
""He who takes himself a wife, Does but heap up care and strife.""
"But, uncle, what can you, who were never married, have to urge against matrimony?"
"Oh, I"ve nothing against your marrying. Leave that also to me. I have found you a house; now I"ll find you a wife."
"It is very good of you, I"m sure."
"I"m not joking. I know of a right suitable maiden for you. You remember when you were still a lawyer"s clerk, pretty little Mariska, the notary"s daughter. Well, she has become a fine girl. Since her mother"s death she manages the household entirely, and nowhere is there one so well ordered as Tarhalmy"s. She spends no money beyond what she gives to the poor, and knows how to save as well. She"s none of your frilled and furbelowed fine ladies, and does not frizz her hair in the latest fashion, but just dresses like a modest Magyar maid; and when you talk to her, you hardly know what colour her eyes are, so modestly are they cast down. Nor does she waste time in chatter, but gives you a plain answer to a plain question, with the prettiest blush imaginable. That"s the wife for you, my boy, and a right comely one, I promise you."
"All right, uncle. When I"ve bought the house, and had time to look round a little, I"ll go and see her."
And with that, Raby took his leave.