affair, I have come to the
conclusion that greater obligations than those at present incurred
forbid my risking a life not my own. The genius which fate has
intrusted to me is not mine alone. It belongs to my country--to
humanity in general.
"There is another thing we must not lose sight of; a duel should only
take place between individuals of equal rank, and I need not explain
to you that the mind has its aristocracy as well as society. When you
have selected one of my own grade, I will gladly measure arms with
him; meanwhile I quit this ungrateful town, probably for ever, to seek
elsewhere a circle more suited to my tastes," &c. &c.
The seconds stared at one another; some laughed, others cursed, and
Karely seeing there was nothing more to be done, took leave of his
comrades, and, stepping into the carriage which was waiting for him,
drove back to Berkessy's.
About half way he met their caleche, with his mother and sister, and
old Berkessy and his daughter, who all uttered exclamations of joy on
seeing him.
Some friend who had heard Kalman's threats in the _cafe_ hastened that
very evening to inform them of it, and they were now driving for life
and death to S----, and were infinitely relieved and rejoiced to meet
Karely returning, especially when he assured them that the affair had
gone off without any bad consequence.
Berkessy proposed going home with Karely, to give the ladies more
room, and they all drove back together.
Uncle Gabor then questioned Karely as to the cause of the duel, and
having heard it was on _his_ account, he opened his eyes in
astonishment.
"And what right had you to demand satisfaction in my name?"
"That right which a son has in his father's name."
The old gentleman smiled. "But you are not my son."
"But might I not be?"
"Hm! nephew, you are certainly a fine, good-hearted lad, but they say
you are very extravagant."
"Well, perhaps they are right; but had I not been so hitherto, I might
have been hereafter."
"But how can I be sure that you will not be hereafter what you have
been hitherto?"
"Please, dear uncle, give me a year's trial. If within that time you
should hear anything against me, never admit me into your house again;
if, however, I can prove that I have resolution to keep my word"--
"Then I will never let you leave my house again," said Uncle Gabor,
shaking his hand.
* * * * *
Karely kept his word. A year had pass
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