I have no need of any other paradise, for this world is now a paradise to me." And laughing aloud, and with a beaming countenance, he mingled with the company, presenting his wife to the most distinguished persons present, who overwhelmed him with congratulations.
And Abellino was obliged to look on all the time! To think that this girl, whom he had pursued so ostentatiously with his love, should have become his uncle's wife, and consequently, henceforth and for evermore, inaccessible to himself! Why, if she had been carried up to the heights of heaven or down to the depths of hell; if she had been fenced about in a rock-girt fortress, or if wrathful archangels had guarded her with flaming swords, she would not have been so completely shielded from him as by that talismanic name--"Madame John Karpathy!" It was impossible for him to have any relations whatever with Madame John Karpathy! Every eye that had sated itself with gazing on the beautiful young bride, strayed back to him, and every look fixed upon him was full of scorn and ridicule.

The dandy, who was celebrating his uncle's wedding! The outwitted suitor, whose adored one gave her hand--not to him, but to his uncle! It almost did Abellino good to see some one in the company who seemed to be as hard hit as himself--namely, Monsieur Griffard, and true, even now, to his malicious nature, he turned towards the banker and inquired mockingly-- "Qu'en dites vous, M.Griffard ?" "C'est bien fatal!" "Mon cher Abellino!" said Fennimore, who chanced to be standing by him, and never had his thin drawling voice seemed so offensive, "it looks very much as if you owed me a thousand ducats.

Ha, ha, ha!" Abellino turned furiously upon him, but at that instant his eyes met those of Squire John, who had just then reached the place where he was standing, with his wife under his arm, and introduced them to each other with the most benevolent smile in the world.
"My dear wife, this is my dear little brother Bela Karpathy.

My dear little brother, I recommend my dear wife to your kinsmanlike regard!" Ah, this was the moment which he had so joyfully anticipated; this was the exquisite vengeance, the thought of which had grown up in the heart of the persecuted girl, and made the eyes of the gentle creature sparkle so brightly.
The hunter had fallen into the snare--the snare that he himself had laid.

He had been hoodwinked, rejected, worsted utterly.
Abellino bowed stiffly, biting his lips hard all the time; he was as white as the wall.
Then Squire John passed on and had himself specially introduced to Monsieur Griffard, who expressed his intense gratification at finding the Nabob in the possession of such excellent health.
But Abellino, the moment they had passed by, stuck his thumbs into the corners of his vest, and humming a tune, and holding his head high, as if he were in the best of humours, strolled from one end of the large assembly room to the other, feigning ignorance of the fact that the whispering and tittering that resounded on every side was so much scorn and ridicule directed against him.
He hastened to the card-room.
As he passed through the door he heard how everybody there was laughing and sniggering.