Part 15 (1/2)
”Very much indeed!” replied the notary, enthusiastically; ”if your Excellency would only extend your protection to the poor people!--if you would use your influence for the election of officers who are alive to the sacred duties of their office!”
”Alas!” said Maroshvolgyi, ”I wish to G.o.d it were so, and that I _could_ be to the people what I wish to be.”
”Your Excellency _can_!” cried Tengelyi. ”There are honest men, even among the present county magistrates: I need not tell you their names.
You know them as well as the Retys, Krivers, Skinners. Take the part of the former, and oppose the latter. Believe me, your Excellency, the county has no lack of n.o.ble and generous men, and it lies in your hands to make the people of Takshony a happy people.”
”But you forget my political position. Rety, Kriver, and the other men, are men of my party whom I cannot possibly throw overboard: but, I a.s.sure you, I respect the feelings which you have expressed to me. If you were in my place, you would see that there are some great and fine ideas which a man cannot call into life, whatever his seeming power and influence may be. Whatever influence I may have in the county, I owe to the popularity which I have obtained through my conduct; and if I were to follow your advice, I should lose my popularity.”
”Popularity! of course, all coteries have their popularity; whenever a body of men are united for a certain purpose, they show their grat.i.tude for him who promotes that purpose, and applause, garlands, and triumphs fall to the share of him who speaks loudest, and agitates most zealously for the realisation of the common object. But do not others live in our country besides the n.o.bility which fills our council-halls? Are there not n.o.bler things to strive for than these paltry Eljens? And the people, those millions who silently surround us, those vast mult.i.tudes, who have at present no reward for their benefactors but sighs and tears, but who, on the day of their glory, will raise the names of their champions in a louder shout than all the Cortes in all Hungary;--are they nothing to you?”
Here the speaker was interrupted by a distant cry of ”Eljen.”
”I go, your Excellency,” continued the notary, ”to make room for others.
You will be surrounded with adorers. You will have music and speeches; but, believe me, the grat.i.tude of the people is not the less strong for being silent, and if our country has a future, it will certainly not pick out its great men from among the cheered of this wretched time!”
Tengelyi bowed. The Count Maroshvolgyi shook his hand, and followed him with a deep sigh as he left the room.
”What do you say now, your Excellency?” said the secretary. ”Was I not right in saying that this man's proper place is not in this county?”
”Let me tell you that his proper place is nowhere in this country,” said Maroshvolgyi, as he stepped to the window to receive the serenaders.
CHAP. IX.
As the evening wore on, the streets of Dustbury were restored to their usual darkness. The lord-lieutenant had retired after supper, and everything was quiet. From the committee-rooms, where the Cortes were locked up to keep them safe from foreign influence, there proceeded a low, dreamy, murmuring sound, mixed up at intervals with a hoa.r.s.e voice, shouting the name of Bantornyi, or Rety, as the case might be; but no other signs of turbulence were there to warn the stranger of that gigantic uproar which, in less than thirty hours, was to welcome the birth of the new magistracy. One of the princ.i.p.al causes of this strange tranquillity might have been found in the fact that the town was occupied by Bantornyi's men only, and that consequently, any general engagement of the hostile parties was quite out of the question. For the Rety party had recurred to the well-known stratagem of marching their troops, in small detachments, close up to the scene of the contest, without entering the city. They were thus secured from having their men kidnapped, and could expect that their appearance in one compact body would produce a general and striking effect in their favour.
One of their extra-mural camps was at the distance of five miles from Dustbury, at one of Rety's farms; and it is there we meet again with our old friends the three hundred n.o.blemen of St. Vilmosh. The village inn is small. It is one of those agreeable hostelries in which the stranger, though he may not find accommodation for himself, is at times lucky enough to find a stable for his horse; nor is there any impediment to his eating a good supper if he happens to be provided with victuals, salt, plates, knives and forks. The stable and the large shed, which, save on rainy days, offered a good shelter at all times, were on this occasion filled with clean straw, and devoted to the exclusive use of the n.o.bility. Mr. Pennahazy, the notary and leader of the St. Vilmosh volunteers, had carefully locked the gate of the yard, to prevent his men from deserting; and, having taken this necessary precaution, he retired to the bed of the Jewish landlord, while the Jew and his family lay on the floor of the same room. The inn was as noiseless and tranquil as if no stranger were tarrying within its gates. In the bar-room alone there was a light s.h.i.+ning from a deal table, at which two men were engaged in discussing a small flask of brandy. One of these men is the Jewish glazier to whom my readers were introduced in Tengelyi's house.
His comrade, who is just in the act of lighting his pipe, has not yet figured in the pages of this story; but anybody that has visited the gaols of the county of Takshony will at once be convinced that the gentleman before him is Mr. Janosh of St. Vilmosh, alias Tzifra Jantshy; for it is not probable that he should have seen the gaol at a time when Tzifra was not in it; nor is it likely that any one who had once seen the man should ever forget him. Tzifra's character was very legibly marked on his face. His low and wrinkled forehead, his bushy eyebrows, his grey restless eyes, protruding jaws and livid face, with the frouzy grey hair and bluish, s...o...b..tic lips, were calculated to make a strong, and by no means agreeable, impression upon any one who saw him. His sinewy limbs and powerful figure were, in the present instance, the more conspicuous from their contrast to the spare and starved form of the Jew.
”Well, well!” said the latter, shaking his head; ”who could ever have supposed that you would come to the council-house without being dragged to it?”
”If a man's a n.o.bleman, and is called to come--you see that is a fine thing! I know the lower stories of the county-house extremely well, but I must say I like the upper stories better.”
”If I were in your place, I would not go, that's all. There are so many people who know you,--the turnkeys, the haiduks----”
”What the devil do I care for them? Who dares to touch a n.o.bleman of St.
Vilmosh?” cried Tzifra, striking the table with his fist. ”They _shall_ know me! I want them to know me; and when they see me walking in the hall, and when that confounded turnkey sees that I am a n.o.bleman, while he's but a scurvy cur of a peasant, he'll burst with envy. No, I want to go there to make them savage; and if any of the fellows dares to look at me, by G--d I'll kick his pipe out of his mouth.”
”Well!” sighed the Jew; ”it's a fine thing to be a n.o.bleman.”
”So it is; d--n me, so it is! If a man's once suspected, they nab him and put him into quod, where he may wait until the gentlemen upstairs have time to think of him. Now a n.o.bleman is bailable; he goes about for two or three years; and when sentence _is_ pa.s.sed and they nab him, at least they dare not beat him. Oh! I tell you the franchise is a fine thing, especially as you get it dirt cheap.”
”You're a devil, Tzifra!” said the Jew; ”but don't let Viola know of your call at the parson's. If he were to know of it, I wouldn't change my skin with you for all your n.o.bility, nor for your devils.h.i.+p either.”
The robber seized his knife. ”Don't laugh at me, thou dog!” cried he, ”for I will be----”
The Jew jumped from his seat. A few moments afterwards he sat down again.