The Baron's Sons: A Romance of the Hungarian Revolution of 1848Jókai, Mór
History
The Baron's Sons: A Romance of the Hungarian Revolution of 1848
Jókai, Mór
Hungary -- History -- Uprising of 1848-1849 -- Fiction
Alfonsine remained behind to read her letter. She first locked her
door, to guard against surprise, after which she sat down at her table
and broke the seal.
"Gracious lady," ran the note, "when you find what you have _mislaid_,
you shall recover what you have _lost_."
At these enigmatical words the reader of the message turned pale and
the paper trembled in her hand. Her eyes rested on her porcelain
lamp-shade, on which was painted the well-known picture of an angel
flying heavenward with a sleeping child. The young woman gazed
intently at the translucent figures, as if watching to see whither the
angel would carry the little child.
Meanwhile Jenő was listening at his door for the departure of the last
guest from the drawing-room. Finally they were all gone and he was
able to speak with the baroness alone.
"Baroness," said he, "there have been great changes since yesterday.
Let me hope that one thing, at any rate, has not altered,--the
relation that has hitherto existed between Alfonsine and myself, with
the apparent sanction of the young lady's mother. I regard that
relation as the very breath of my life, and I beg you, madam, to let
me know whether there is any reason why I should fear a
discontinuance of your favour."
"My dear Baradlay," returned Antoinette, "you know very well that we
are warmly attached to you, and in that attachment you cannot have
detected any diminution, nor shall you in the future. My daughter has
a sincere fondness for you, and thinks of no one else, while I, for my
part, could not but feel myself honoured by a tie that should connect
us with the noble house of Baradlay. So far, then, there is nothing to
be said against your engagement. The late turn of events, however, has
brought with it a change that affects you intimately; and that change,
my dear Baradlay-- Do I need to speak further?"
"Really, I cannot think what you mean, madam," protested Jenő.
"You can't? H'm! What, pray, are you now?"
"What am I? Nothing at present."
"That is it exactly. Henceforth you are nothing. There are now two
hostile parties, and each is striving for the mastery. In this strife
it is uncertain as yet which will win, or whether they may not effect
a compromise; but in any event he is lost who belongs to neither side.
Yet do not consider my words as a definite rejection of your suit. We
are attached to you, and wish the consummation of that which you so
ardently desire. I impose upon you no seven-year probation, like that
required by Jacob's father-in-law. So soon as you shall succeed in
winning a place in the world, so soon as you cease to be a nobody in
our political and national life, I shall be the first to bid you
welcome,--whether to-morrow or next month or next year. Meanwhile you
have my best wishes."
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