Part 52 (1/2)

”But in what way do you propose to a.s.sist my children, if you cannot help us to prove our n.o.bility?”

”But who tells you that I do not mean to a.s.sist you in recovering your n.o.bility?” retorted the attorney, with a smile. ”As for papers and doc.u.ments, never mind them! We can do without them.”

Mrs. Tengelyi stared at him, but he went on:--

”My dearest Mrs. Ershebet, we live in Hungary, you know, though I am afraid you are wofully ignorant of the doings and dealings of Hungarian life. Who ever heard of n.o.bility being obtained and proved by doc.u.ments only? Fancy, if every man enjoying the privileges of a n.o.bleman were to be asked for his parchments! I a.s.sure you such a proceeding would make greater havoc amongst us than the battle of Mohatsh.[27] Don't you see, my dear madam, that there is a better and simpler way to prove n.o.ble descent, viz., by _usus_. Of late they have called it prescription, but that word does not embrace the idea in all its bearings; for prescription is, after all, a kind of law, and where there's law there's no occasion for _usus_; nay, it is a peculiarity of the _usus_ that it presupposes something which is not, and has not been, and never can be founded on law. For instance, you have a large field, and I am your neighbour. I encroach on your field, and plough a small piece away every season. At length you bring an action against me. Very well. I prove that I was in the '_usus_:' that I have always ploughed and reaped to a certain point--say a stone, or tree, or any thing you like. Very well.

You say it's a bad habit of mine, and that the field belongs to you. But it's all of no use: I've the _usus_ on my side, and if you go on with your action you're a fool, that's all. Or say, you and I are joint proprietors of a farm. I keep sheep, and you don't. At last you take it into your head to keep sheep. But I say, 'No, you shall not!' And why?

Because I've the _usus_ for me!”

[Footnote 27: See Note X.]

”But of what use is all this in our case?”

”This is the use. As you can get any thing by _usus_, so you can get the privileges of n.o.bility by it also.”

”I cannot understand this,” said Mrs. Tengelyi.

”And yet it is as clear as daylight. I say A. or B. has not a rag of paper to prove his n.o.bility with; nay, more: he himself is aware that his family are not n.o.ble; but he has friends in the county, who have kept the tax-gatherer from his door. Now suppose somebody questions his n.o.ble descent; what a horrid thing would it be for the poor man if he were compelled to prove how, and why, and when his ancestors were enn.o.bled! No, he simply shows that he never paid any taxes, and he is at once established as a n.o.bleman; especially if he can prove that he has attended an election, where he thrashed somebody, or where somebody thrashed him; for, if there's a thras.h.i.+ng in the case, I'd like to see the man who would dare to doubt the _usus_. I remember the case of a party against whom they brought an action of that kind, and who proved that his grandfather was repeatedly sent to gaol for horse-stealing, without having ever been subjected to corporal punishment. Very well.

The _usus_ was proved, that's all. Believe me, you are sadly mistaken if you fancy that you want doc.u.ments to prove your n.o.ble descent. There are many counties in which hundreds of _villains_ are admitted to the franchise by the parties in office, merely for the purpose of carrying a contested election. All you want for the purpose is a friend and----”

”Alas! we have no friends!” sighed Mrs. Tengelyi.

”No, but you have, my dear madam!” cried Mr. Catspaw, nodding his head with great energy; ”I say, madam, you have friends who would do any thing to be of service to you! who would hire a score of witnesses to swear that Mr. Tengelyi is descended _recta via_ from a count's family.

Even Mr. Rety----”

”I am sure _he_ will oppose us to the last.”

”You are mistaken. When he once sees what interest I take in you, he too will be eager to stop the recorder's process against your husband. I a.s.sure you, Mr. Rety is a dear good gentlemanly man; and if we could but remove the cause of this disagreeable quarrel, dear me! I don't see why they shouldn't be as they were at the German university.--I speak of your husband and Mr. Rety, madam.”

”What do you mean?”

”The cause of the quarrel, you know, is young Rety's love to that dear girl, Vilma. If means could be found to arrange that business, I am sure we'd go on smoothly and comfortably.”

”I am afraid you are not aware, sir,” said Mrs. Tengelyi, to whom these words gave a clue to the attorney's intentions, ”that it is no use trying to remove that cause of the quarrel. Akosh has made a formal offer; Vilma loves him, and he has our consent. If the sacrifice of my daughter's happiness is the only thing you have to propose----”

”But who thinks of sacrificing the poor girl's happiness?” said Mr.

Catspaw, reproachfully. ”What man can desire the dear angel's happiness more than I do? But I say, are her affections irrevocably fixed on the sheriff's son?”

Mrs. Tengelyi would have spoken, but the attorney interrupted her.

”A great name and a large fortune are capital things! indeed they are; and I, of all men, ought to know it. It's a fine thing to have your daughter living in a large house, and driving about in a carriage-and-four; but is this happiness? Why, you yourself are the best proof that it is not. You might have married a wealthy man, who would have led you a comfortable life; but you preferred Tengelyi----”

”If you think,” cried Mrs. Ershebet, angrily, ”that we accepted the offer only because Akosh is rich, you are very much mistaken, I a.s.sure you! On the contrary, we wish he were of our own condition in life.”

”Just so; exactly, my dear Mrs. Ershebet! If I had a daughter of my own, I'd never give her to my betters. It is true such gentlemen are enabled to introduce their ladies to all the enjoyments of life, enjoyments, too, which are quite out of the question in the humble paths of an easy, comfortable competence, of honourable poverty, if you like the term.

They can surround them with splendour, luxury, and Heaven knows what.

But as for real love, dearest Mrs. Ershebet, real love, as you and I understand it, flies from the glittering snares of a monied alliance!”

”Akosh is an exception. He adores Vilma.”