[The Poor Plutocrats by Maurus Jokai]@TWC D-Link bookThe Poor Plutocrats CHAPTER XIV 4/12
Send help to them at once, or they are likely to remain there all night. Where's your little girl ?" "Ah, my lord! your lordship will always be having your little joke .-- Flora, come hither!" A pretty little maid came out of the inn at these words, and smiled upon the nobleman with a face toasted red by the kitchen fire. "Take his lordship's gun and little box and carry them into the guest-room!" "Well, my little girl! how are you? not married yet, eh ?" said the baron, pinching her round red cheeks whilst the wench took his box. "Heh, but 'tis heavy!" she gasped, as if she were quite frightened at the weight of the box.
"Won't the gun go off ?" "Don't turn your fiery eyes upon it, or else it might--eh, grandpapa, what do you say ?" "Come, Flora, go in, go in! His lordship is always in such capital spirits.
Even when his carriage comes to grief he will have his joke all the same." The point of the joke was that Makkabesku was a man not much beyond forty though there were flecks of grey on the back of his head here and there.
The girl, on the other hand, was scarcely sixteen when the Roumanian gentleman took her to wife.
Leonard therefore always made a point of aggravating the innkeeper by pretending to believe that his wife was his daughter and by regularly asking him, as if he were her grandfather, when he intended to get his granddaughter married. "You need not send help to my carriage, after all," said Hatszegi, after due reflection; "for, by and by I'll see to that myself.
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