Part 58 (2/2)
The father's blood besprinkled the sons. One spirit drew the other after it by the hand, till at last all would be there at home together.
Only a few days more remained.
These few days he must be gay and cheerful: must deceive every eye and heart, that followed attentively him who approached the end of his journey,--that no one might suspect anything.
There was still one more precaution to be taken.
Desiderius might arrive before the fatal day. In his last letter he had hinted at it. That must be prevented. The meeting must be arranged otherwise.
He hurriedly wrote a letter to his brother to come to meet him at Szolnok on the day before the anniversary, and wait for him at the inn.
He gave as his reason the cynicism of Topandy. He did not wish to introduce him as a discord in that tender scene. Then they could meet, and from there could go together to visit their parents.
The plan was quite intelligible and natural. Lorand at once despatched the letter to the post.
So does the cautious traveler drive from his route at the outset, the obstacles which might delay him.
Scarcely had he sent the letter off when Topandy entered his room.
Lorand went to meet him. Topandy embraced and kissed him.
”I thank you that you chose my home as a place of refuge from your prosecutors, my dear Lorand; but there is no need longer to keep in hiding. Later events have long washed out what happened ten years ago, and you may return to the world without being disturbed.”
”I have known that long since: why, we read the newspapers; but I prefer to remain here. I am quite satisfied with this world.”
”You have a mother and a brother from whom you have no reason to hide.”
”I only wish to meet them when I can introduce myself to them as a happy man.”
”That depends on yourself.”
”A few days will prove it.”
”Be as quick as you can with it. Let only one thought possess your mind: Melanie is now in Sarvolgyi's house. The great spiritual delight it will afford me to think of the hypocrite's death-face which that Pharisee will make when that trivial woman discloses to him that the young man, who is living in the neighborhood, is Lorincz aronffy's son, can only be surpa.s.sed by my anxiety for you, caused by his knowledge of the fact.
For, believe me, he will leave no stone unturned to prevent you, who will remind him of that night when we spoke of great and little things, from being able to strike root in this world. He will even talk Melanie over.”
Lorand, shrugging his shoulders, said with light-hearted indifference:
”Melanie is not the only girl on this earth.”
”Well said. I don't care. You are my son: and she whom you bring here is my daughter. Only bring her; the sooner the better.”
”It will not take a week.”
”Better still. If you want to act, act quickly. In such cases, either quickly or not at all; either courageously or never.”
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