invest your capital differently.
We
shall see.How
much
does youryearlyincome fromtheBondavaraestateamount
to?""
About
twenty thousand florins.""
How
largeis theestate?""
From
about nine toten thousand acres.""
Then
the return is far too small.The
agent is toblame
for this; this income would be too little to sup-port the positionyounow
intendto hold.Twenty
thou-sand florins would not be nearlyenough
to keep up an establishmenton a properfootingin Pesth."The
countesswas
surprised. She said, humbly, "I imagineditwas
a great dealofmoney.""
So
it is for living in the country; but Pesth is as dear,if notdearer,than Paris.To
keep a proper estab-lishment going,andtake the position of a leaderof soci-ety, such as it is your ambition to be,you must at leastcommand
a yearly income of fortythousand florins.""But I cannot
do
that.What
shall I do?" Theu-delinde said,in greatdistress.The
abbess lips parted in a smile."Oh, we
willmanage
itfor you! For the rest it will notbe difficult.The
rental ofthe estatemust
be overhauled; youmust
get a better agent, amore
enterprising steward. Imy-selfdo notunderstand finance,butIhavefriends inthe inner circle of the stock-exchange,
and
one orotherof these will undertake to advise you as to your affairswhen
youare settled in Pesth. In anycase, Iam
quitecertain that your land is lettoolow, it should bringin double the interest yougetfrom it. I
know
somuch
of political economy."The
countesswas delighted at these words.What
a friend to have!Her
income to be doubled! Truly thisabbe* was sent to her fromheaven.131
"
Do
as you think best," she said. "Igiveyou full
power
to act forme.""
Then, if youwill allow me, I shall have your prop-erty revalued, and fresh leases made. This will double yourincome,
and
itwillonly costyou
atrifle afactor'sfee, infact."
Theudelinde
was
like a child in her joy like achild in her submission to her spiritual adviser, towhom
she lookedup
as afather, a counsellor, a true friend.All this he might be; but it
was
also true that from the date of this conversation theowner
ofBondavara
lost herhold on her
own
propertyforever.CHAPTER IX
"AN
OBSTINATEFELLOW"
COUNTESS THEUDELINDE
wasbeside herselfwith joy.She ran to her bell-apparatus, touched the spring, and the machineput itself intomotion.
"What
are you doing, countess?" asked the abbe', insome
amazement."
I
am
desiringmy
steward to be sentfor at once.""
By
what messenger?"And
then for the first time thecountessremembered
therewas
not aliving soul in thehouse.She grewverygrave.
"
It is truly a problem," continued the priest,
"
to
know how we
are toget out of thecastle.""
What do
youmean
?" asked Theudelinde,who was
soweak-minded that she always requiredto have every-thing explained to her."
We
two are quite alone in thishouse," returned the abbe'. "If I go
away
to get the necessary assistance for packingup
your thingsand making
the arrange-ments fordeparture I must leaveyou alone here.""
I would notforall theworld remain alone here."
"Then
you have the alternative of accompanyingme
on foot to the nearest post-house in the adjacent village."As
he spoke thesnow-stormwas
heard outside beat-ing against thewindow, Theudelinde shivered."
Why
cannotwe
drive?My
horses are in thestable."
;<
But I can neither harness
them
nordrive them."**Oh, I should never think of such a thing!"
Nevertheless, the countess
had now
to consider whether she should remain alone in the castle or take the alternative ofaccompanying
thepriest in a heavyfall ofsnow.
"
Somebody
is knocking atthe door," said the abbe'."It
must
bemy
steward," returned Theudelinde."
He
has heardwhat
has happened,and
hascome
to ourassistance.""Butthereisno oneto open the door.
Your
portress was oneofthe ghosts.""
She was
the old witchwho
danced on thetable.""
Have
youby
chancea second key?""
It hangs thereonthat large
bunch
totheright.""
Then
I will take itwith me, in case there is nonein the lock.""
But the dogs, father, they will tear
you
in pieces.They
arefierce to strangers.""
Iwill call
them
bytheir names, if you will tellme what
theyare.""
I don't
know
their names," returned the countess,who
never troubled herself about such acommon
thingas a watch-dog'sname.
"
Then
I must shoot them.""
But, father, as gently as you can."
By
thisTheude-linde did not
mean
to appeal to his compassion for the dogs, butto remindhim
to spare hersensitive nerves.The
abbe' took hisrevolver and went on his mission; hecarried no lantern with him,for daylight had come.I'.-ah the watch-dogs lay one on each side ofthe door-way.