"What, Rudolf! Why, what interest have you in the matter?" inquired the astonished Kecskerey.
"This much—I am a man and will not allow a woman whom I respect to be vilified in my presence."
That was saying a great deal, and there was no blinking it, not only because Rudolf was right and enjoyed the best of reputations, but also because he was known to be the best shot and swordsman in the place, and cool-headed and lucky to boot.
So from henceforth Madame Kárpáthy's name ceased to be alluded to in the club.
CHAPTER XIX.
ZOLTÁN KÁRPÁTHY.
What Abellino had cause to tremble at had really happened. Madame John Kárpáthy had become a mother. A son was born to her.
Early one morning the family doctor invaded the sanctum of the Nabob with the joyful intelligence—"Your wife has borne you a son!"