andyetIbelieveyouwillnotconsidermeimportunate。If，then，youwillpickupthepiecesofanoldfellow，Iaskyoutohavemysword，theletterenclosedinthis，andthephotographthatstandsonthestoveburiedwithme。MywillandtheacknowledgmentsofmypropertyarebetweentheleavesoftheByroninmytinchest;theyshouldgotoLucyTor——addressthereon。Perhapsyouwilldomethehonourtoretainforyourselfanyofmybooksthatmaygiveyoupleasure。InthePilgrim’sProgressyouwillfindsomeexcellentrecipesforTurkishcoffee，ItalianandSpanishdishes，andwashingwounds。Thelandlady’sdaughterspeaksItalian，andshewould，I
　　know，liketohaveFreda;thepoordogwillmissme。IhavereadofoldIndianwarriorstakingtheirhorsesanddogswiththemtothehappyhunting—grounds。Fredawouldcome——nobleanimalsaredogs！Sheeatsonceaday——agoodlargemeal——andrequiresmuchsalt。Ifyouhaveanimalsofyourown，sir，don’tforget——allanimalsrequiresalt。Ihavenodebts，thankGod！Themoneyinmypocketswouldburymedecently——notthatthereisanydanger。AndIamashamedtowearyyouwithdetails——theleastamancandoisnottomakeafuss—
　　—andyethemustbefoundready。——Sir，withprofoundgratitude，yourservant，"ROGERBRUNE。"
　　Everythingwasashehadsaid。Thephotographonthestovewasthatofayounggirlofnineteenortwenty，dressedinanold—fashionedstyle，withhairgatheredbackwardinaknot。Theeyesgazedatyouwithalittlefrown，thelipsweretightlyclosed;theexpressionofthefacewaseager，quick，wilful，and，aboveall，young。
　　Thetintrunkwasscentedwithdryfragmentsofsomeherb，thehistoryofwhichinthattrunkmanknowethnot……Therewereafewclothes，butveryfew，allolderthanthoseheusuallywore。BesidestheByronandPilgrim’sProgresswereScott’sQuentinDurward，CaptainMarryat’sMidshipmanEasy，apocketTestament，andalongandfrightfullystiffbookontheartoffortifyingtowns，muchthumbed，andbearingdate1863。ByfarthemostinterestingthingIfound，however，wasadiary，keptdowntotheprecedingChristmas。Itwasapatheticdocument，fullofcalculationsofthepriceofmeals;
　　resolutionstobecarefuloverthisorthat;doubtswhetherhemustnotgiveupsmoking;sentencesoffearthatFredahadnotenoughtoeat。Itappearedthathehadtriedtoliveonninetypoundsayear，andsendtheotherhundredpoundshometoLucyforthechild;inthisstrugglehewasalwaysfailing，havingtosendlessthantheamount—
　　theentriesshowedthatthiswasanightmaretohim。Thelastwords，writtenonChristmasDay，werethese"Whatistheuseofwritingthis，sinceitrecordsnothingbutfailure！"
　　Thelandlady’sdaughterandmyselfwereatthefuneral。ThesameafternoonIwentintotheconcert—room，whereIhadspokentohimfirst。WhenIcameoutFredawaslyingattheentrance，lookingintothefacesofeveryonethatpassed，andsniffingidlyattheirheels。
　　Closebythelandlady’sdaughterhovered，abiscuitinherhand，andapuzzled，sorrylookonherface。
　　September1900。
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　　MYBROTHER
　　HUBERTGALSWORTHY
　　SALVATIONOFAFORSYTE
　　I
　　SwithinForsytelayinbed。Thecornersofhismouthunderhiswhitemoustachedroopedtowardshisdoublechin。Hepanted:
　　"MydoctorsaysI’minabadway，James。"
　　Histwin—brotherplacedhishandbehindhisear。"Ican’thearyou。
　　TheytellmeIoughttotakeacure。There’salwaysacurewantedforsomething。Emilyhadacure。"
　　Swithinreplied:"Youmumbleso。Ihearmyman，Adolph。Itrainedhim……Yououghttohaveanear—trumpet。You’regettingveryshaky，James。"
　　Therewassilence;thenJamesForsyte，asifgalvanised，remarked:"I
　　s’poseyou’vemadeyourwill。Is’poseyou’veleftyourmoneytothefamily;you’venobodyelsetoleaveitto。TherewasDansondiedtheotherday，andlefthismoneytoahospital"
　　ThehairsofSwithin’swhitemoustachebristled。"Myfoolofadoctortoldmetomakemywill，"hesaid，"Ihateafellowwhotellsyoutomakeyourwill。Myappetite’sgood;Iateapartridgelastnight。I’mallthebetterforeating。Hetoldmetoleaveoffchampagne！Ieatagoodbreakfast。I’mnoteighty。You’rethesameage，James。Youlookveryshaky。"
　　JamesForsytesaid:"Yououghttohaveanotheropinion。HaveBlank;
　　he’sthefirstmannow。IhadhimforEmily;costmetwohundredguineas。HesenthertoHomburg;that’sthefirstplacenow。ThePrincewasthere——everybodygoesthere。"
　　SwithinForsyteanswered:"Idon’tgetanysleepatnight，nowI
　　can’tgetout;andI’veboughtanewcarriage——gaveapotofmoneyforit。D’youeverhavebronchitis？Theytellmechampagne’sdangerous;it’smybeliefIcouldn’ttakeabetterthing。"
　　JamesForsyterose。
　　"Yououghttohaveanotheropinion。Emilysentherlove;shewouldhavecomein，butshehadtogotoNiagara。Everybodygoesthere;
　　it’stheplacenow。Rachelgoeseverymorning:sheoverdoesit——
　　she’llbelaiduponeofthesedays。There’safancyballthereto—
　　night;theDukegivestheprizes。"
　　SwithinForsytesaidangrily:"Ican’tgetthingsproperlycookedhere;attheclubIgetspinachdecentlydone。"Thebed—clothesjerkedatthetremorofhislegs。
　　JamesForsytereplied:"YoumusthavedonewellwithTintos;youmusthavemadealotofmoneybythem。Yourground—rentsmustbefallingin，too。Youmusthaveanyamountyoudon’tknowwhattodowith。"
　　Hemouthedthewords，asifhislipswerewatering。
　　SwithinForsyteglared。"Money！"hesaid;"mydoctor’sbill’senormous。"
　　JamesForsytestretchedoutacold，damphand"Goodbye！Yououghttohaveanotheropinion。Ican’tkeepthehorseswaiting:they’reanewpair——stoodmeinthreehundred。Yououghttotakecareofyourself。
　　IshallspeaktoBlankaboutyou。Yououghttohavehim——everybodysayshe’sthefirstman。Good—bye！"
　　SwithinForsytecontinuedtostareattheceiling。Hethought:’A
　　poorthing，James！aselfishbeggar！Mustbeworthacoupleofhundredthousand！’Hewheezed，meditatingonlife……
　　Hewasillandlonely。Formanyyearshehadbeenlonely，andfortwoyearsill;butashehadsmokedhisfirstcigar，sohewouldlivehislife—stoutly，toitspredestinedend。Everydayhewasdriventotheclub;sittingforwardonthespringcushionsofasinglebrougham，hishandsonhisknees，swayingalittle，strangelysolemn。
　　Heascendedthestepsintothatmarblehall——thefoldsofhischinwedgedintotheapertureofhiscollar——walkingsquarelywithastick。Laterhewoulddine，eatingmajestically，andsavouringhisfood，behindabottleofchampagnesetinanice—pail——hiswaistcoatdefendedbyanapkin，hiseyesrollingalittleorgluedinastareonthewaiter。Neverdidhesufferhisheadorbacktodroop，foritwasnotdistinguishedsotodo。
　　Becausehewasoldanddeaf，hespoketonoone;andnoonespoketohim。Theclubgossip，anIrishman，saidtoeachnewcomer:"OldForsyte！Lookat’um！Mustha’hadsomethinginhislifetosour’um！"ButSwithinhadhadnothinginhislifetosourhim。
　　Formanydaysnowhehadlaininbedinaroomexudingsilver，crimson，andelectriclight，smellingofopopanaxandofcigars。Thecurtainsweredrawn，thefirelightgleamed;onatablebyhisbedwereajugofbarley—waterandtheTimes。Hemadeanattempttoread，failed，andfellagaintothinking。Hisfacewithitssquarechin，lookedlikeablockofpaleleatherbeddedinthepillow。Itwaslonely！Awomanintheroomwouldhavemadeallthedifference！
　　Whyhadhenevermarried？Hebreathedhard，staringfroglikeattheceiling;amemoryhadcomeintohismind。Itwasalongtimeago——
　　fortyoddyears——butitseemedlikeyesterday……
　　Ithappenedwhenhewasthirty—eight，forthefirstandonlytimeinhislifetravellingontheContinent，withhistwin—brotherJamesandamannamedTraquair。OnthewayfromGermanytoVenice，hehadfoundhimselfattheHotelGoldeneAlpatSalzburg。ItwaslateAugust，andweatherforthegods:sunshineonthewallsandtheshadowsofthevine—leaves，andatnight，themoonlight，andagainonthewallstheshadowsofthevine—leaves。Aversetothesuggestionsofotherpeople，SwithinhadrefusedtovisittheCitadel;hehadspentthedayaloneinthewindowofhisbedroom，smokingasuccessionofcigars，anddisparagingtheappearanceofthepassers—
　　by。Afterdinnerhewasdrivenbyboredomintothestreets。Hischestpuffedoutlikeapigeon’s，andwithsomethingofapigeon’scoldandinquiringeye，hestrutted，annoyedatthefrequencyofuniforms，whichseemedtohimbothneedlessandoffensive。Hisspleenroseatthiscrowdofforeigners，whospokeanunintelligiblelanguage，worehairontheirfaces，andsmokedbadtobacco。’Aqueerlot！’hethought。Thesoundofmusicfromacafeattractedhim;hewalkedin，vaguelymovedbyawishforthedistinctionofadventure，withoutthetroublewhichadventureusuallybroughtwithit;spurredtoo，perhaps，byanafter—dinnerdemon。Thecafewasthebier—halleofthe’Fifties，withadoorateitherend，andlightedbyalargewoodenlantern。Onasmalldaisthreemusicianswerefiddling。
　　Solitarymen，orgroups，satatsomedozentables，andthewaitershurriedaboutreplenishingglasses;theairwasthickwithsmoke。
　　Swithinsatdown。"Wine！"hesaidsternly。Theastonishedwaiterbroughthimwine。Swithinpointedtoabeerglassonthetable。
　　"Here！"hesaid，withthesameferocity。Thewaiterpouredoutthewine。’Ah！’thoughtSwithin，’theycanunderstandiftheylike。’A
　　groupofofficersclosebywerelaughing;Swithinstaredatthemuneasily。Ahollowcoughsoundedalmostinhisear。Tohisleftamansatreading，withhiselbowsonthecornersofajournal，andhisgauntshouldersraisedalmosttohiseyes。Hehadathin，longnose，broadeningsuddenlyatthenostrils;ablack—brownbeard，spreadinasavagefanoverhischest;whatwasvisibleofthefacewasthecolourofoldparchment。Astrange，wild，haughty—lookingcreature！
　　Swithinobservedhisclotheswithsomedispleasure——theyweretheclothesofajournalistorstrollingactor。Andyethewasimpressed。Thiswassingular。Howcouldhebeimpressedbyafellowinsuchclothes！Themanreachedoutahand，coveredwithblackhairs，andtookupatumblerthatcontainedadark—colouredfluid。
　　’Brandy！’thoughtSwithin。Thecrashofafallingchairstartledhim——hisneighbourhadrisen。Hewasofimmenseheight，andverythin;hisgreatbeardseemedtosplashawayfromhismouth;hewasglaringatthegroupofofficers，andspeaking。Swithinmadeouttwowords:"Hunde！DeutscheHunde！"’Hounds！Dutchhounds！’hethought:
　　’Ratherstrong！’Oneoftheofficershadjumpedup，andnowdrewhissword。Thetallmanswunghischairup，andbroughtitdownwithathud。Everybodyroundstartedupandclosedonhim。Thetallmancriedout，"Tome，Magyars！"
　　Swithingrinned。Thetallmanfightingsuchoddsexcitedhisunwillingadmiration;hehadamomentaryimpulsetogotohisassistance。’Onlygetabrokennose！’hethought，andlookedforasafecorner。Butatthatmomentathrownlemonstruckhimonthejaw。Hejumpedoutofhischairandrushedattheofficers。TheHungarian，swinginghischair，threwhimalookofgratitude——Swithinglowedwithmomentaryadmirationofhimself。Aswordbladegrazedhis——arm;hefeltasuddendislikeoftheHungarian。’Thisistoomuch，’hethought，and，catchingupachair，flungitatthewoodenlantern。Therewasacrash——facesandswordsvanished。Hestruckamatch，andbythelightofitboltedforthedoor。Asecondlaterhewasinthestreet。
　　II
　　AvoicesaidinEnglish，"Godblessyou，brother！"
　　Swithinlookedround，andsawthetallHungarianholdingouthishand。Hetookit，thinking，’WhatafoolI’vebeen！’TherewassomethingintheHungarian’sgesturewhichsaid，"Youareworthyofme！’
　　Itwasannoying，butratherimpressive。Themanseemedeventallerthanbefore;therewasacutonhischeek，thebloodfromwhichwastricklingdownhisbeard。"YouEnglish！"hesaid。"IsawyoustoneHaynau——IsawyoucheerKossuth。Thefreebloodofyourpeoplecriesouttous。"HelookedatSwithin。"Youareabigman，youhaveabigsoul——andstrong，howyouflungthemdown！Ha！"Swithinhadanimpulsetotaketohisheels。"Myname，"saidtheHungarian，"isBoleskey。Youaremyfriend。"HisEnglishwasgood。
　　’Bulsh—kai—ee，Burlsh—kai—ee，’thoughtSwithin;’whatadevilofaname！’"Mine，"hesaidsulkily，"isForsyte。"
　　TheHungarianrepeatedit。
　　"You’vehadanastyjabonthecheek，"saidSwithin;thesightofthemattedbeardwasmakinghimfeelsick。TheHungarianputhisfingerstohischeek，broughtthemawaywet，staredatthem，thenwithanindifferentairgatheredawispofhisbeardandcrammeditagainstthecut。
　　"Ugh！"saidSwithin。"Here！Takemyhandkerchief！"
　　TheHungarianbowed。"Thankyou！"hesaid;"Icouldn’tthinkofit！
　　Thankyouathousandtimes！"
　　"Takeit！"growledSwithin;itseemedtohimsuddenlyofthefirstimportance。HethrustthehandkerchiefintotheHungarian’shand，andfeltapaininhisarm。’There！’hethought，’I’vestrainedamuscle。’
　　TheHungariankeptmuttering，regardlessofpassers—by，"Swine！Howyouthrewthemover！Twoorthreecrackedheads，anyway——thecowardlyswine！"
　　"Lookhere！"saidSwithinsuddenly;"whichismywaytotheGoldeneAlp？"
　　TheHungarianreplied，"Butyouarecomingwithme，foraglassofwine？"
　　Swithinlookedattheground。’NotifIknowit！’hethought。
　　"Ah！"saidtheHungarianwithdignity，"youdonotwishformyfriendship！"
　　’Touchybeggar！’thoughtSwithin。"Ofcourse，"hestammered，"ifyouputitinthatway——"
　　TheHungarianbowed，murmuring，"Forgiveme！"
　　Theyhadnotgoneadozenstepsbeforeayouth，withabeardlessfaceandhollowcheeks，accostedthem。"FortheloveofChrist，gentlemen，"hesaid，"helpme！"
　　"AreyouaGerman？"askedBoleskey。
　　"Yes，"saidtheyouth。
　　"Thenyoumayrot！"
　　"Master，lookhere！"Tearingopenhiscoat，theyouthdisplayedhisskin，andaleatherbeltdrawntightroundit。AgainSwithinfeltthatdesiretotaketohisheels。Hewasfilledwithhorridforebodings——asenseofperpendingintimacywiththingssuchasnogentlemanhaddealingswith。
　　TheHungariancrossedhimself。"Brother，"hesaidtotheyouth，"comeyouin！"
　　Swithinlookedatthemaskance，andfollowed。Byadimlighttheygropedtheirwayupsomestairsintoalargeroom，intowhichthemoonwasshiningthroughawindowbulgingoverthestreet。Alampburnedlow;therewasasmellofspiritsandtobacco，withafaint，peculiarscent，asofroseleaves。Inonecornerstoodaczymbal，inanotheragreatpileofnewspapers。Onthewallhungsomeold—
　　fashionedpistols，andarosaryofyellowbeads。Everythingwastidilyarranged，butdusty。Nearanopenfireplacewasatablewiththeremainsofameal。Theceiling，floor，andwallswereallofdarkwood。Inspiteofthestrangedisharmony，theroomhadasortofrefinement。TheHungariantookabottleoutofacupboardand，fillingsomeglasses，handedonetoSwithin。Swithinputitgingerlytohisnose。’Youneverknowyourluck！Come！’hethought，tiltingitslowlyintohismouth。Itwasthick，toosweet，butofafineflavour。
　　"Brothers！"saidtheHungarian，refilling，"yourhealths！"
　　Theyouthtossedoffhiswine。AndSwithinthistimedidthesame;
　　hepitiedthispoordevilofayouthnow。"Comeroundto—morrow！"hesaid，"I’llgiveyouashirtortwo。"Whentheyouthwasgone，however，herememberedwithreliefthathehadnotgivenhisaddress。
　　’Betterso，’hereflected。’Ahumbug，nodoubt。’
　　"Whatwasthatyousaidtohim？"heaskedoftheHungarian。
　　"Isaid，"answeredBoLeskey，"’Youhaveeatenanddrunk;andnowyouaremyenemy！’"
　　"Quiteright！"saidSwithin，"quiteright！Abeggariseveryman’senemy。"
　　"Youdonotunderstand，"theHungarianrepliedpolitely。"Whilehewasabeggar——I，too，havehadtobeg"（Swithinthought，’GoodGod！
　　thisisawful！’），"butnowthatheisnolongerhungry，whatishebutaGerman？NoAustriandogsoilsmyfloors！"
　　Hisnostrils，asitseemedtoSwithin，haddistendedinanunpleasantfashion;andawhollyunnecessaryraucousnessinvadedhisvoice。"I
　　amanexile——allofmybloodareexiles。ThoseGodlessdogs！"
　　Swithinhurriedlyassented。
　　Ashespoke，afacepeepedinatthedoor。
　　"Rozsi！"saidtheHungarian。Ayounggirlcamein。Shewasrathershort，withadeliciouslyroundfigureandathickplaitofhair。
　　Shesmiled，andshowedhereventeeth;herlittle，bright，wide—setgreyeyesglancedfromonemantotheother。Herfacewasround，too，highinthecheekbones，thecolourofwildroses，withbrowsthathadatwist—upatthecorners。Withagestureofalarm，sheputherhandtohercheek，andcalled，"Margit！"Anoldergirlappeared，taller，withfineshoulders，largeeyes，aprettymouth，andwhatSwithindescribedtohimselfafterwardsasa"pudding"nose。Bothgirls，withlittlecooingsounds，beganattendingtotheirfather’sface。
　　Swithinturnedhisbacktothem。Hisarmpainedhim。
　　’Thisiswhatcomesofinterfering，’hethoughtsulkily;’Imighthavehadmyneckbroken！’Suddenlyasoftpalmwasplacedinhis，twoeyes，half—fascinated，half—shy，lookedathim;thenavoicecalled，"Rozsi！"thedoorwasslammed，hewasaloneagainwiththeHungarian，harassedbyasenseofsoftdisturbance。
　　"Yourdaughter’snameisRosy？"hesaid;"wehaveitinEngland——fromrose，aflower。"
　　"Rozsi（Rozgi），"theHungarianreplied;"yourEnglishisahardtongue，harderthanFrench，German，orCzechish，harderthanRussian，orRoumanian——Iknownomore。"
　　"What？"saidSwithin，"sixlanguages？"Privatelyhethought，’Heknowshowtolie，anyway。’
　　"Ifyoulivedinacountrylikemine，"mutteredtheHungarian，"withallmen’shandsagainstyou！Afreepeople——dying——butnotdead！"
　　Swithincouldnotimaginewhathewastalkingof。Thisman’sface，withitslinenbandage，gloomyeyes，andgreatblackwispsofbeard，hisfiercemutterings，andhollowcough，wereallmostunpleasant。
　　Heseemedtobesufferingfromsomekindofmentaldog—bite。Hisemotionindeedappearedsoindecent，souncontrolledandopen，thatitsobvioussincerityproducedasortofaweinSwithin。Itwaslikebeingforcedtolookintoafurnace。Boleskeystoppedroamingupanddown。"Youthinkit’sover？"hesaid;"Itellyou，inthebreastofeachoneofusMagyarsthereisahell。Whatissweeterthanlife？
　　Whatismoresacredthaneachbreathwedraw？Ah！mycountry！"
　　Thesewordswereutteredsoslowly，withsuchintensemournfulness，thatSwithin’sjawrelaxed;heconvertedthemovementtoayawn。
　　"Tellme，"saidBoleskey，"whatwouldyoudoiftheFrenchconqueredyou？"
　　Swithinsmiled。Thensuddenly，asthoughsomethinghadhurthim，hegrunted，"The’Froggies’？Let’emtry！"
　　"Drink！"saidBoleskey——"thereisnothinglikeit";hefilledSwithin’sglass。"Iwilltellyoumystory。"
　　Swithinrosehurriedly。"It’slate，"hesaid。"Thisisgoodstuff，though;haveyoumuchofit？"
　　"Itisthelastbottle。"
　　"What？"saidSwithin;"andyougaveittoabeggar？"
　　"MynameisBoleskey——Stefan，"theHungariansaid，raisinghishead;
　　"oftheKomornBoleskeys。"Thesimplicityofthisphrase——aswhoshallsay:Whatneedoffurtherdescription？——madeanimpressiononSwithin;hestoppedtolisten。Boleskey’sstorywentonandon。
　　"Thereweremanyabuses，"boomedhisdeepvoice，"muchwrongdone——
　　muchcowardice。Icouldseecloudsgathering——rollingoverourplains。TheAustrianwishedtostranglethebreathofourmouths——totakefromustheshadowofourliberty——theshadow——allwehad。Twoyearsago——theyearof’48，wheneverymanandboyansweredthegreatvoice——brother，adog’slife！——touseapenwhenallofyourbloodarefighting，butitwasdecreedforme！Mysonwaskilled;mybrotherstaken——andmyselfwasthrownoutlikeadog——Ihadwrittenoutmyheart，Ihadwrittenoutallthebloodthatwasinmybody！"
　　Heseemedtotower，agauntshadowofaman，withgloomy，flickeringeyesstaringatthewall。
　　Swithinrose，andstammered，"Muchobliged——veryinteresting。"
　　Boleskeymadenoefforttodetainhim，butcontinuedstaringatthewall。"Good—night！"saidSwithin，andstampedheavilydownstairs。
　　III
　　WhenatlastSwithinreachedtheGoldeneAlp，hefoundhisbrotherandfriendstandinguneasilyatthedoor。Traquair，aprematurelydried—upman，withwhiskersandaScotchaccent，remarked，"Ye’reairly，man！"Swithingrowledsomethingunintelligible，andswunguptobed。Hediscoveredaslightcutonhisarm。Hewasinasavagetemper——theelementshadconspiredtoshowhimthingshedidnotwanttosee;yetnowandthenamemoryofRozsi，ofhersoftpalminhis，asenseofhavingbeenstrokedandflattered，cameoverhim。DuringbreakfastnextmorninghisbrotherandTraquairannouncedtheirintentionofmovingon。JamesForsyte，indeed，remarkedthatitwasnoplacefora"collector，"sinceallthe"old"shopswereinthehandsofJewsorverygraspingpersons——hehaddiscoveredthisatonce。Swithinpushedhiscupaside。"Youmaydowhatyoulike，"hesaid，"I’mstayinghere。"
　　JamesForsytereplied，tumblingoverhisownwords:"Why！whatdoyouwanttostayherefor？There’snothingforyoutodohere——there’snothingtoseehere，unlessyougouptheCitadel，an’youwon’tdothat。"
　　Swithingrowled，"Whosaysso？"Havinggratifiedhisperversity，hefeltinabettertemper。Hehadslunghisarminasilksash，andaccountedforitbysayinghehadslipped。Laterhewentoutandwalkedontothebridge。Inthebrilliantsunshinespireswereglisteningagainstthepearlybackgroundofthehills;thetownhadaclean，joyousair。SwithinglancedattheCitadelandthought，’Looksastrongplace！Shouldn’twonderifitwereimpregnable！’Andthisforsomeoccultreasongavehimpleasure。ItoccurredtohimsuddenlytogoandlookfortheHungarian’shouse。
　　Aboutnoon，afterahuntoftwohours，hewasgazingabouthimblankly，palewithheat，butmoreobstinatethanever，whenavoiceabovehimcalled，"Mister！"HelookedupandsawRozsi。Shewasleaningherroundchinonherroundhand，gazingdownathimwithherdeepset，clevereyes。WhenSwithinremovedhishat，sheclappedherhands。Againhehadthesenseofbeingadmired，caressed。Withacarelessair，thatsatgrotesquelyonhistallsquareperson，hewalkeduptothedoor;bothgirlsstoodinthepassage。Swithinfeltaconfuseddesiretospeakinsomeforeigntongue。"Maam’selles，"hebegan，"er——bongjour—er，yourfather——pare，comment？"
　　"WealsospeakEnglish，"saidtheeldergirl;"willyoucomein，please？"
　　Swithinswallowedamisgiving，andentered。Theroomhadawornappearancebydaylight，asifithadalwaysbeenthenestoftragicorvividlives。Hesatdown，andhiseyessaid:"Iamastranger，butdon’ttrytogetthebetterofme，please——thatisimpossible。"
　　Thegirlslookedathiminsilence。Rozsiworearathershortskirtofblackstuff，awhiteshirt，andacrosshershouldersanembroideredyoke;hersisterwasdressedindarkgreen，withacoralnecklace;bothgirlshadtheirhairinplaits。AfteraminuteRozsitouchedthesleeveofhishurtarm。
　　"It’snothing！"mutteredSwithin。
　　"Fatherfoughtwithachair，butyouhadnochair，"shesaidinawonderingvoice。
　　Hedoubledthefistofhissoundarmandstruckablowatspace。Tohisamazementshebegantolaugh。Nettledatthis，heputhishandbeneaththeheavytableandliftedit。Rozsiclappedherhands。"AhInowIsee——howstrongyouare！"Shemadehimacurtseyandwhiskedroundtothewindow。Hefoundthequickintelligenceofhereyesconfusing;sometimestheyseemedtolookbeyondhimatsomethinginvisible——this，too，confusedhim。FromMargithelearnedthattheyhadbeentwoyearsinEngland，wheretheirfatherhadmadehislivingbyteachinglanguages;theyhadnowbeenayearinSalzburg。
　　"Wewait，"suddenlysaid。Rozsi;andMargit，withasolemnface，repeated，"Wewait。"
　　Swithin’seyesswelledalittlewithhisdesiretoseewhattheywerewaitingfor。Howqueertheywere，withtheireyesthatgazedbeyondhim！Helookedattheirfigures。’Shewouldpayfordressing，’hethought，andhetriedtoimagineRozsiinaskirtwithproperflounces，athinwaist，andhairdrawnbackoverherears。Shewouldpayfordressing，withthatsupplefigure，fluffyhair，andlittlehands！Andinstantlyhisownhands，face，andclothesdisturbedhim。
　　Hegotup，examinedthepistolsonthewall，andfeltresentmentatthefaded，dustyroom。’Smellslikeapot—house！’hethought。HesatdownagainclosetoRozsi。
　　"Doyoulovetodance？"sheasked;"todanceistolive。Firstyouhearthemusic——howyourfeetitch！Itiswonderful！Youbeginslow，quick——quicker;youfly——youknownothing——yourfeetareintheair。Itiswonderful！"
　　AslowflushhadmountedintoSwithin’sface。
　　"Ah！"continuedRozsi，hereyesfixedonhim，"whenIamdancing——outthereIseetheplains——yourfeetgoone——two——three——quick，quick，quick，quicker——youfly。"
　　Shestretchedherself，ashiverseemedtopassalldownher。
　　"Margit！dance！"and，toSwithin’sconsternation，thetwogirls——
　　theirhandsoneachother’sshoulders——beganshufflingtheirfeetandswayingtoandfro。Theirheadswerethrownback，theireyeshalf—
　　closed;suddenlythestepquickened，theyswungtooneside，thentotheother，andbeganwhirlingroundinfrontofhim。Thesuddenfragranceofroseleavesenvelopedhim。Roundtheyflewagain。
　　Whiletheywerestilldancing，Boleskeycameintotheroom。HecaughtSwithinbybothhands。
　　"Brother，welcome！Ah！yourarmishurt！Idonotforget。"Hisyellowfaceanddeep—seteyesexpressedadignifiedgratitude。"LetmeintroducetoyoumyfriendBaronKasteliz。"
　　Swithinbowedtoamanwithasmallforehead，whohadappearedsoftly，andstoodwithhisglovedhandstouchinghiswaist。Swithinconceivedasuddenaversionforthiscatlikeman。AboutBoleskeytherewasthatwhichmadecontemptimpossible——thesenseofcomradeshipbegotteninthefight;theman’sheight;somethingloftyandsavageinhisface;andanobscureinstinctthatitwouldnotpaytoshowdistaste;butthisKasteliz，withhisneatjaw，lowbrow，andvelvety，volcaniclook，excitedhisproperEnglishanimosity。"Yourfriendsaremine，"murmuredKasteliz。Hespokewithsuavity，andhissedhiss’s。Along，vibratingtwangquaveredthroughtheroom。
　　SwithinturnedandsawRozsisittingattheczymbal;thenotesrangunderthelittlehammersinherhands，incessant，metallic，risingandfallingwiththatstrangemelody。Kastelizhadfixedhisglowingeyesonher;Boleskey，noddinghishead，wasstaringatthefloor;
　　Margit，withapaleface，stoodlikeastatue。
　　’Whatcantheyseeinit？’thoughtSwithin;’it’snotatune。’Hetookuphishat。Rozsisawhimandstopped;herlipshadpartedwithafaintlydismayedexpression。Hissenseofpersonalinjurydiminished;heevenfeltalittlesorryforher。Shejumpedupfromherseatandtwirledroundwithapout。AninspirationseizedonSwithin。"Comeanddinewithme，"hesaidtoBoleskey，"to—morrow——
　　theGoldeneAlp——bringyourfriend。"Hefelttheeyesofthewholeroomonhim——theHungarian’sfineeyes;Margit’swideglance;thenarrow，hotgazeofKasteliz;andlastly——Rozsi’s。Aglowofsatisfactionrandownhisspine。Whenheemergedintothestreethethoughtgloomily，’NowI’vedoneit！’Andnotforsomepacesdidhelookround;then，withaforcedsmile，turnedandremovedhishattothefacesatthewindow。