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.
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