[A Hungarian Nabob by Maurus Jokai]@TWC D-Link bookA Hungarian Nabob PREFACE 43/52
When I was at the very last gasp, and nothing in the world could save me but a rich uncle, this Hungarian Nabob, this Plutus, one night crammed himself up to the very throat with plover's eggs, and died early in the morning.
I was immediately advertised of the fact." "And so I suppose you have come hither to take over the rich inheritance without delay ?" "Ma foi! nothing else were capable of bringing me back into this detestable country." "Very well, my pretty gentleman, then you may just clap your horses into your carriage, and drive back to Paris, or Italy, or Morocco if you like, for _I am_ that half-crazy uncle of yours, that rich _betyar_ of whom you speak, and I am not dead yet, as you can see for yourself." At these words Abellino collapsed; his arms and legs grew limp and feeble, and he involuntarily stammered in his terror-- "Est-ce possible? Can it be possible ?" "Yes, sir, it can.
I am that John Karpathy whom the country folks jokingly call Master Jock, and who likes to be so called." "Ah, if only I had thought a little!" cried the young gentleman, leaping to his feet and hastening to grasp his great-uncle's hand.
"But, indeed, evil-minded persons described my only uncle to me so differently that I could not picture him to myself in the shape of such a gallant, noble gentleman.
Milles tonnerres! let nobody in future dare to say in my presence that my dear uncle is not the finest cavalier on the continent! I should have been inconsolable if I had not made your acquaintance. Capital! I was looking for a dead uncle, and I have found a living one. C'est bien charmant! The Goddess of Fortune is not a woman for nothing. I protest that she has quite befooled me!" "Enough of this sort of flummery, my sweet nephew; I don't like it.
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