THE ACCOMMODATION
It was now the seventh time that Mr. John Lapussa had informed Mr. Sipos
that he wanted to see him and for the seventh time word was sent back
that the lawyer could not come. Why could he not come? They could not
say. Finally a message was delivered to the effect that the lawyer could
not come either that day, or the next, or indeed on any other day in the
whole year. In a word Mr. Sipos declined to have anything more to do
with the Lapussa family or its affairs. Their transactions were not at
all to his taste.
So, as Mr. Sipos would not appear at the summons of Mr. John Lapussa,
Mr. John Lapussa must needs call upon Mr. Sipos.
He was wearing mourning in his hat and tried hard to lend his face a
funereal appearance also.
"Have you heard the news?" he asked.
Mr. Sipos had heard nothing.
"Don't you see the mourning in my hat? Alas! my poor niece, unhappy
Henrietta!"
"Well, what has happened?"
"Hátszegi has been drowned in the Maros."
"Impossible, he was a first-rate swimmer."
"His horse ran away with him, he had lost all control over it. When he
saw that the horse was determined to plunge into the river from the
high bank, he tried to spring out of the saddle, but his spur
unfortunately caught in the stirrups and the horse dragged him down with
it into the water. There in the full stream, with his head downwards and
his legs in the air, he vainly attempted to extricate himself. The
frantic horse swam with him to the opposite shore, dragging the poor
wretch after it, and before the opposite bank was reached, his head was
so shattered that it was impossible to recognize his features. It is now
a week since they buried him in the family vault at Hidvár. Poor
Henrietta! So young to be left a widow! And to have lost so handsome, so
beloved a husband through so sad a death! Really lamentable!"
"I wonder what the rascal is after now," thought Mr. Sipos.
"My heart really is breaking for her! If only there were not these
unhappy money differences between us. I am not a tiger. My heart is not
made of stone. Perhaps you don't believe me! Let me tell you that I have
half resolved, despite the old gentleman's will, to transfer to my
niece, Henrietta, the Kerekedar property."
"Because its expenses are greater than its revenue, I presume?"
"None of your poor witticisms, sir. I am ready to make any sacrifices to
oblige my relatives. The world misjudges me. They call me greedy and
avaricious; if only they could look into my heart!"
"What you have done hitherto, sir, does not testify to any great regard
for your relatives. For instance, look at the case of my client, young
Coloman--for you know that Vamhidy has instructed me to act for him.
What intrigues, what tricks were employed to fasten upon him the
suspicion of forgery! Nobody knows that better than you, sir. And let me
tell you that although my young client is nothing but a strolling
player, I shall spare no pains to thoroughly vindicate his good name and
you, with all your wealth and property, will be unable to affect the
issue one jot."
Mr. John pondered for a moment. "Look here," said he at last, "let us
pitch the whole confounded suit into the fire. I have a compromise to
propose. I candidly confess I am in a bit of a hole. That bill business
is now before the courts and when it comes on for trial, it will cause a
horrible scandal and people have condemned me beforehand. I only wish I
had never mixed myself up in it."
"Suppose I help you out of the difficulty!"
"In that case you may dictate your own conditions and I will consent to
them beforehand."
"There is only one way to save you. Henrietta must say that the bill is
not forged, but is really signed by her and she must then pay and cancel
it, then every foundation of a charge against you vanishes."
"A sublime idea," cried Mr. John springing from his seat. "And now let
me hear your conditions."
"My only condition is, complete satisfaction to be made to the children
of your second sister."
"What! surrender a whole third of the property to them without any
deduction?"
"We will accept nothing less."
"What must I do first then?"
"First you must pay the baroness forty thousand florins."
"Forty thousand florins! Why?"
"In order that she may meet the bill as soon as she has acknowledged her
signature."
"Well, and what next?"
"You must sign deeds whereby you undertake to surrender to the children
of your late sister the estates of Zôldhalom and Orökvar bequeathed to
them by your father."
"Why, they are the best paying properties of all."
"Then pay them the value of the estates in cash."
"That would seriously inconvenience me."
"Then make over your houses in Vienna and Pest."
"I cannot find it in my heart to part with them."
"Then propose some other expedient."
"Very well, I will. Give me till to-morrow to think it over."
And with that Mr. John put on his hat and took his leave.
The following day the lawyer awaited him in vain; then he waited for
him a whole fortnight, but Mr. John never came near him. Then he went to
the courts to find out what was being done and there he learnt, to his
astonishment, that the declaration of the Baroness Hátszegi
acknowledging the genuineness of her signature to the bill had already
arrived.
What had happened was this: As soon as Mr. John had got Sipos's opinion
gratis, he quickly traveled post to Hidvár and had a chat with his niece
over the business. The poor lady was so utterly crushed by her
misfortunes that she could scarce fix her mind steadily on anything and
was a mere tool in his hands. She accepted the properties offered to her
by her uncle--what did it matter to her now how much or how little they
brought in!--and gave an acknowledgment in writing that the signature to
the bill was her own.
Mr. Sipos was therefore not very much surprised when one day he received
a commission from the baroness's agent to pay over the forty thousand
florins in question to a financial agent at Pest. So Mr. John made a
rattling good profit out of the transaction and Henrietta in return for
her generosity had to pay up in cash as Mr. Sipos had shrewdly
anticipated she would have to do all along. But it was all one to
Henrietta.