“That is fair, I think.”

An hour later, Andor was in the street with the rest of the village folk, watching Elsa as she walked up toward the schoolroom in the company of her mother.  Her fair hair shone like the gold beads round her neck, and her starched petticoats swung out from her hips as she walked.

She held her head a little downcast; people thought this most becoming in a young bride; but Andor, who stood in the forefront of the spectators as she passed, saw that she held her head down because her cheeks were pale and her eyes swollen with tears.

Irma neni walked beside her daughter with the proud air of a queen, and on ahead Barna Moritz, the mayor’s second son, Feher Jeno, whose father worked the water-mill on the Maros, and two other sturdy fellows were carrying the bride’s paralysed father shoulder high in his chair.

Just as the little procession halted for a moment before entering the white washed school-house, Eros Bela, the bridegroom and hero of the hour, appeared, coming from the opposite direction, and with Klara Goldstein, the Jewess, upon his arm.

Klara-arrayed in fashionable town garments, with a huge hat covered in feathers, a tight modern skirt that forced her to walk with mincing steps, high-heeled shoes, open-work stockings and gloves reaching to the elbow-was indeed a curious apparition in amongst these peasant girls, with their bare heads and high red-leather boots and petticoats standing round them like balloons.

Andor frowned heavily when he caught sight of her; he had seen that Elsa’s pale cheeks had become almost livid in hue and that her parted lips trembled as if she were ready to cry.

The looks that were cast by the village folk upon the Jewess were none too kindly, and there were audible mutterings of disapproval at Eros Bela’s conduct; but neither looks nor mutterings disconcerted Klara Goldstein in the least.  She knew well enough that envy of her fashionable attire bore a large share in the ill-will which was displayed against her, and the handsome Jewess, who so often had to bear the contempt and the sneers of these Magyar peasants whom she despised, was delighted that Eros Bela’s admiration for her had induced him to give her an opportunity of queening it for once amongst them all.

She felt that she shone in her splendour in comparison with the pale-faced bride in all her village finery.  She carried a sunshade and a reticule, her dark hair was arranged in frisettes under her broad-brimmed hat; she knew that the men were casting admiring glances on her, and in any case, for the moment, she was the centre of universal observation.

Whilst some of the young men were engaged in carrying old Kapus into the house, a proceeding which kept the festive throng waiting outside, she tripped up daintily to Elsa, and said in soft, cooing tones: 

“It was kind of you, my dear Elsa, to include me among your personal friends on such an important occasion.  As the young Count was saying to me only last night, ’You will give Irma neni and little Elsa vast pleasure by your presence at the child’s maiden’s farewell, and mind you wear that lovely hat which I admire so much.’  So affable, the young Count, is he not?  He told me that nothing would do but when I get married he must come himself to every feast in connection with my wedding.”

But once she had delivered these several little pointed shafts, Klara Goldstein was far too clever to wait for a retort.  Before Elsa, whose simple mind was not up to a stinging repartee, could think of something indifferent or not too ungracious to say, the handsome Jewess had already spied Andor’s face among the crowd.

“There is the hero of the hour, Bela,” she said, turning to the bridegroom, who had stood by surly and defiant; “these past five years have not changed him much, eh? . . .  Your future wife’s old sweetheart,” she added, with a malicious little laugh; “are you not pleased to see him?”

Then, as Bela somewhat clumsily, and with a pretence at cordiality which he was far from feeling, went up to Andor and held out his hand to him, Klara continued glibly: 

“Poor old Andor! he is a trifle glum now.  I never told him that his sweetheart was getting married to-morrow.  Never mind, my little Andor,” she added, turning her expressive dark eyes with a knowing look upon the young man; “there is more fish in the Maros than has come out of it.  And I thought that you would prefer to get the truth direct from our pretty Elsa!”

“I think you did quite right, Klara,” said Andor indifferently.

But in the meanwhile Bela had contrived to come up quite close to Elsa, and to whisper hurriedly in her ear: 

“A bargain’s a bargain, my dove!-you behave amiably to Klara Goldstein and I will keep a civil tongue in my head for your old sweetheart. . . .  That is fair, I think, eh, Irma neni?” he added, turning to the old woman.

“Don’t be foolish, Bela,” retorted Kapus Irma dryly.  “Why you should be for ever teasing Elsa, I cannot think.  You must know that all girls feel upset at these times, and as like as not you’ll make her cry at her own feast.  And that would be a fine disgrace for us all!”

“Don’t be afraid, mother,” said Elsa quietly; “I don’t feel the least like crying.”

“That’s splendid,” exclaimed Bela, with ostentatious gaiety.  “Here’s Irma neni trying to teach me something about girls.  As if I didn’t know about them all that there is to know.  Eh, Andor, you agree with me, don’t you?” he added, turning to the other man.  “We men know more about women’s moods and little tempers than their own mothers do.  What?  Now, Irma neni, take your daughter into the house.  There is a clatter of dishes and bottles going on inside there which is very pleasant to the stomach.  Miss Klara, will you honour me by accepting my arm?  Friends, come in all, will you?  All those, I mean, whom my wife that is to be has invited to her last girlhood’s entertainment.  Irma neni, do lead the way.  Elsa looks quite pale for want of food-she had her breakfast very early, I suppose, and got tired dressing for this great occasion.  Andor, you shall sit next to Elsa if you like. . . .  You must have lots to tell her.  Your adventures among the cannibals and the lions and tigers. . . .  Eh? . . .  And Irma neni shall sit next to you on the other side, and don’t let her have more wine than is good for her.  Whew! but it is hot already!  Come along, friends.  By thunder, Klara, but that is a fine hat you have got on.”

He talked on very volubly and at the top of his voice, making ostentatious efforts to appear jovial and amiable to everyone; but Eros Bela was no fool:  he knew quite well that his attitude toward his bride and toward Klara the Jewess was causing many adverse comments to go round among his friends.  But he was in a mood not to care.  He was determined that everyone should know and see that he was the master here to-day, just as he meant to be master in his house throughout the years to come.  Like every self-enriched peasant, he attached an enormous importance to wealth, and was inclined to have a contempt for the less fortunate folk who had not risen out of their humble sphere as he had done.

His wealth, he thought, had placed him above everyone else in Marosfalva, and above the unwritten laws of traditions and proprieties which are of more account in an Hungarian village than all the codes framed by the Parliament which sits in Budapesth.  He was proud of his wealth, proud of his education, his book-learning and knowledge of the world, and reckoned that these gave him the right to be a law unto himself.  His naturally domineering and masterful temperament completed his claim to be considered the head man of Marosfalva.

The Hungarian peasants are ready enough to give deference where deference is exacted, but, having given it, their cordial friendship dies away.  They acknowledged a social barrier more readily, perhaps, than any other peasantry in Europe, but having once acknowledged it, they will not admit that either party can stand on both sides of it at one and the same time.

So now, though Eros Bela was flouting the local traditions and proprieties by his attentions to Klara Goldstein, no one thought of openly opposing him.  Everyone was ready enough to accept his actions, as they would those of their social superiors-the gentlemen of Arad, the Pater, my lord the Count himself, but they were not ready to accept his cordiality nor to extend to him their simple-minded and open-hearted friendship.

The presence of the Jewess did not please them-she was a stranger and an alien-she looked like a creature from another world with her tight skirts, high-heeled shoes and huge, feathered hat.  No one felt this more keenly than Andor, whose heart had warmed out-despite its pain-at sight of all his friends, their national costumes, their music, their traditions-all of which had been out of his life for so long.

He felt that Klara’s presence on this occasion was in itself an outrage upon Elsa, even without Bela’s conspicuously unworthy conduct.  Elsa, with her tightly-plaited hair, her balloon skirts and bare neck and arms, looked ashamed beside this fashionable apparition all made up of billowy lace and clinging materials.

Andor cursed beneath his breath, and ground his heel into the dust in the impotency of his rage.  He tried to remember all that the Pater had said to him half an hour ago about forbearance and about God’s will.

Personally, Andor did not altogether believe that it was God’s will that Elsa should be married to a man who would neither cherish her nor appreciate her as she deserved to be:  and it was with a heart weighed down with foreboding as well as with sorrow that he followed the wedding party into the school-house.