drawn
toone another,and
thehomogeneous
driftasun-der. If, therefore, in the magnetic
kingdom
hearts aredrawn
to one another, seek one another, love one an-other, which is an immutable fact, so also is it an im-mutablefactthatthere must behuman
beingswho
hate oneanother with an undying, a deadly hatred, and that such hatredis no sin.Am
I not right?"Ivan felt that he
was
driven into a corner; he under-stood the drift of the countess's question.Here
his knowledge of natural philosophycame
to his assistance."
It is true," he said, "that so far as life
upon
the earth is in question, there must also exist antipathiesand
sympathies.You
have studiedmagnetism,you have read of the poles, therefore you mustknow
that there exists an equator, or line, which is neither north nor south. This isthemagnetic equator,thatneitherdraws themagnet
nor repulses it,and
here there is perfect peace. Just such an equator is found inevery
human
heart,
and
however aman may
be carriedaway by
the passions of love or hatred, his line remains unchange-able, and thosewho
dwell there dwellin peace.""
And who
are the peoplewho
live under the mag-netic equator?" asked the countess, withcuriosity."For example, parents
and
their children should dwell there."The young
girl's facewas
coveredwith avivid blush;her beautifuleyes shot a battery of lightning glances at
,Ivan,
who
remained quiteunmoved
under thisbattery."
We
must talkmore
of this," she said, with sudden dignity.Ivan
bowed
before the haughty beauty,who
turned and lefthim
to thecompany
of her aunt or of hisown
sex.
He
preferred the latter.Meantime, the lecture being over, a rush
had
been171
made
to therefreshments.The army
of outsiders were thefirst in the field. If theywereof littleaccount else-where, they took first place at the buffet,and
here the citizenshowed
distinctly his origin.Ivan
mixed
with the company,and
conducted himself as one accustomed to such society,and
quiteathisease in it,and
hewas
well received.The men
were verycivil towards
him
; everyman
under forty used the friendly"thou" in addressing
him
; he wasmade
one of themselves. It didn't matter much, as hewas
said to be leaving Pesth the next day,and would
be lost in the depths of Mesopotamia.Some
one said hecame
from Africa.They
tried teasinghim
a bit, all in a friendly way, and were pleased to find this pedantwas
an excellent fellow,who
took the joke ingood
part, laughed heartily at a well-delivered thrust,and
re-turned itwith a sly hit, which never offended any one's feelings."
He
is one of us," they said. "Thisman
isup
to everything; heis a capital fellow.We must
givehim
agood
time.""
Is it true that you don't drink wine?" asked the Marquis SalistaofIvan.
"Once
a year.""
And
to-dayis not the anniversary?""No."
"
Then we
havedrunkenough
for one year; letusbe moving."Some
ofthemen
returnedto the drawing-room; these were, for the most part, theyoung
fellows, and thosewho
wished to dance.The
ladies, after their tea, had begun to play quadrilles, and even the "Csardas" for thosewho
wished for it.Count
Stefan, however,drew away
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of the
men
to his quarters, which were on the second story of the countess's house.Here
he entertained in his way. Hisrooms
beingon
the other side of the house,no
noise penetrated to the story below, which was necessary, as the count'schampagne was
of the very best,and given with no sort of stint; it flowed, in fact. Ivan,who
was of the party,showed
himself in anew
light; he drank wine; his toasts were spicy, his anecdotes fresh and amusing, hiswit sharpand
unre-strained;and
although he drank freely, he didn't turn a hair, he was quite steady."
Brother," hiccoughed
Count
Geza,who
towardstwo o'clock washalfdrunk, "the captainand
I have agreed thatwhen
you are quitedone up we
shall carry youhome and
put you to bed; but,my
dearfriend,my
dearRitter Magnet,the misery isthat I don't thinkI canget
up
the stairs; Iam
quite done. Therefore, take your wingsand
fly,and
letthe captain takehis,andbothofyouflyhome.
As
forme
"Here
the count laiddown on
the sofaand
fell asleep.Every one laughed; but the
name
he had given Ivan RitterMagnet
stuckto him."
Do you
care to play cards,my
learned one?" saidtheMarquis Salista.
"
Once
every three years.""
That
is not often enough."The
marquis could not atthismoment
explainwhy
itwas
not often enough, for at thismoment Count
Stefan acquaintedhisgueststhatitwas timeforthem
to depart, seeing that the ball below stairshad
broken up,and
everyone had gone away.The
countess'srest,therefore, might be disturbed by any noise overhead. Every one agreedthat thiswas quite proper."
Only," said Salista,
"
there is
no
need for us to go173 home. Let us have the card-table. Let us spend our time well.
Who
isfor agame?"
Threeplayerssoonpresentedthemselves;Baron Oscar
was
one of the first. But the fourth?The
captaincalled to Ivan.
"
Now, my
learned friend."Count
Stefan thought it necessary to inform the stranger,who
was his guest, that at the tarok-table the stakeswere veryhigh."
Only
a kreuzer thepoint," said the captain."
Yes,butkreuzer pointsinsucha
game
oftenamount
to seven or eight hundred gulden to the losing side.
These
gentlemen have changed a simplegame
into a hazardous venture."Ivan laughed. "Every day of
my
life I play hazardwith nature itself; every
day
I speculate with all Ihave on amere
chance,and playonly one card."So
saying, he rolled his chair to the green table.The game commenced. The game
ofhazard, as itis generally played,isagame
of chance, it needsonly luckand
boldness; a drunkenman
can almost winby
ac-cident. But as it is played in Pesth it is something quite different; what is called luck, chance, accident, is here allied to skill, prudence, consideration,
and
bold-ness.The
tarok-player must not onlystudyhis cards, butalso the faces of his adversaries.He must
be La-vaterand
Tartuffe in one; hemust
be a generalwho
developsatevery
moment
afreshplan ofcampaign,and
a Boscowho
can, from the first card that is played, divine thewhole situation; he must, however, be gener-ous,and
sacrifice himself for the sake of the general good. Therefore it was that the spectators pitied Ivanwhen
he satdown
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It wasseven o'clock
when
the players rose from the card-table.As
Ivan pushed back his chair,the marquis said to him:"
Well, comrade, it is a
good
thing for the world at large that you only drink once a yearand
play cards oncein three years, for ifyou did both everyday there would be nomore
wine in Salista's cellar nor no goldleft in Rothschild'sbank."
Ivan had, in truth, stripped the three gentlemen.
"
Nevertheless,
we
must have a parting cup," con-tinued Salista."Where
is the absinthe?"As
he spoke he filled two large glasses with the green, sparkling spirit, of which moderate people, regretting this pru-dence, itmay
be, neverdrinkmore
than a liqueur glass.Count
Stefanshookhis headoverwhat he considered abad
joke,but Ivan did not shrinkfrom the challenge;he clinked his glasswiththat of the captain,
and
emptieditwithout drawingbreath. Then, with his most courte-ous bow, he took leave of his host,
Count
Stefan,who
on his side assuredhim
it would always be a pleasure to receive sodelightful a guest.As
Ivanmade
hisway
into the anteroom his step was steady, hisair composed.Not
so the marquis; the dose had been too potent for him.He
insistedupon
claiming Ivan's astrakhan cap as his,and,as there was no use arguing the matter with an inebriate, Ivanhad
to go
home
in the military helmet of a hussar officer.On
the staircase the captain maintained that he couldfly, that he
was
one of the inhabitants of the magnetic kingdom, and hadwings.The
othershadallthe trouble in the world togethim down
thestairs.When
hecame
to the first floor he thought of paying the Countess Theudelinde avisit, to thankherfor her kind reception of his lecture, for he
was
the lecturer, and hewas
ready175 toblow out the brains of any one
who
contradicted him.He was
with great difficultygot into afiacre,and
driven to his hotel.When
he got there hehad
to be carried to his bed,where he lay in a deep sleepuntil late in the following day.Meantime
Ivan,aftera shortrest,went about asusual, wrote hisletters,and
paidsome
visits."
He
carries his liquorlikeaman,"saidCount
Stefan.And
from this time all the world calledhim
the knightofthe magnet.
The
knight was to bemet
everywhere.He had numerous
visitors; he was invited to the best houses.He was
elected honorarymember
of the club; he had been introducedby
the abbe'.The
club had three classes ofmembers
the day grubsand
the evening andthe night birds. In the daytime thelibrary,whichwas
an excellent collection of rarebooks,was visitedby
all the litterateursofPesth.
From
six to eightcame
the lawyers and the politicians to play whist and talk poli-tics,and
from eight until midnight themen
of fashionhad
their innings. In thisway
twomen
might go every day to the cluband
never meet one another.Ivan first ransacked the library, then he distributed his time equally.
He
thought nomore
of returning home.He
enjoyed everythingand
went everywhere, never missing on the opera nights to pay a visit to the Countess Theudelinde'sbox
on thegrand tier.In the second
week
of his stay the countessgave herball. Ivan
was
invited,and went."
Shall you dance?" asked the captain.
"
I haven't
done
sofor fifteen years.""It suits
men
of our years to look on," remarked the marquis, languidly."