Nobody should know his real address but his lawyer, and there he would await developments, only emerging in case of the most urgent necessity.
[Footnote 41: A village a few miles out of Pest.] So he hastily swallowed his chocolate, wrapped himself in his mantle and fancied that now he might safely fly; but he reckoned without his host, for, on the very doorstep, he came face to face with Margari! "What do you want here, eh ?" he inquired fiercely of the humble man he feared so much.
"You were so good as to make an appointment with me, your honour," said Margari cringingly.
"Yes, yes, I know, I know" (he was afraid to warn him of his danger, with all the servants listening to them), "but I cannot spare the time now, come some other day.

I cannot give you anything here." "But your honour was good enough to say that you had some glad tidings to communicate." "Another time, another time! I am very busy just now." Mr.John would have shaken off Margari altogether, but Margari was not so easily got rid of.

He had already ascertained from the coachman that Mr.John was off to Promontor and did not mean to return again in a hurry, so he resolved to take his measures accordingly.

He rushed forward to open the carriage door, helped Mr.John to get into the coach, wished him a most pleasant journey, no end of enjoyment and other meaningless things, all of which made much the same agreeable impression upon Mr.John as if an ant had crept into his boot and he could not kill it because he was in company.

Only when the carriage door was shut to and he saw Margari's face no more did he begin to breathe freely again.
Margari however attributed this reception, or rather, non-reception, to the capricious humours to which his honour was constantly liable without rhyme or reason (it is a peculiarity of self-made plutocrats as everybody knows); but he was not a bit offended,--he knew his place.