in Toroczko."

"Have I money enough, do you think, to purchase an iron mine?"

"What, do you really propose to buy one?"

"Yes,--as my dowry to bring to Manasseh. He said he wished to begin a
new career and turn miner."

"Very well, then, we'll buy a mine and call it by your name, and it
can't fail to turn out a diamond mine."

The purchase was made on that very day, and in the evening the transfer
of the property was solemnised with a banquet. It will be noted here
that there is a great difference between the Hungarian Unitarians and
the English Puritans. The strict observance of Sunday by the latter
presents a marked contrast to the joy and freedom with which the day is
celebrated by the former. The people of Toroczko gather in the evening
for social intercourse, and even join in the pleasures of the dance, to
the music of a gipsy orchestra, until the ringing of the vesper bell.
Taverns and pot-houses are unknown in the village.

CHAPTER XIX.

A MIDNIGHT COUNCIL.

While blood was being shed on the banks of the Theiss, on the slopes of
the Carpathians, and in the mountains of Transylvania, life at the
Austrian capital went on much as usual. A grand ball given by the
Marchioness Caldariva made its due claim on the attention of the
fashionable world. After the last note of the orchestra had died away
and the last guest had departed, Prince Cagliari led the fair hostess to
her boudoir.

"How did it please you?" asked the prince, referring to the evening's
entertainment.

"Not at all," replied the other, throwing her bracelets and fan down on
the table. "Didn't you notice that not one member of the court circle
was present? They all sent regrets."

"But the court is in mourning now, you know," was Cagliari's soothing
reminder.

"And I am in mourning, too," returned Rozina, in a passion. "How long
must I submit to this humiliation?" she demanded, compressing her lips
and darting a wrathful look at her devoted slave.

"I swear to you," replied the latter, vehemently, "as soon as I get word
of my divorced wife's death, our engagement shall be announced."

"And how long is that woman to live?" demanded the angry beauty, in a
tone that startled the listener.

"As long as God wills," was all he could say in reply.

The fair Cyrene drew nearer and laid her cheek caressingly against his
shoulder. "Do you know where your wife is now?" she asked softly, and
when the other shook his head, she went on: "Y