quite enough at college."

"Here is the specimen-sheet of a newspaper about to be started."

"Newspaper!--a parcel of lies! I'll not spoil my den with that rubbish,
I warrant you."

"Here is a proposal to found a permanent Hungarian theatre at
Buda-Pest."

"Whoever wants play-acting can come here to me. There's a theatre here
and lots to eat, and they can stay, if they like, all their days."

"Here is a suggestion for bettering the position of the National
Museum."

"I'll wager I have far better collections here than there are in the
National Museum."

And this was the way in which the Hungarian magnate examined his
accounts every year.

When the worthy steward had withdrawn, the Nabob sent for his _fiskal_,
or family lawyer, who found him looking out of the window, motionless,
with his hands behind his back.

The _fiskal_ stood and waited for his master to turn round. He waited a
good half-hour, but the Nabob turned round at last, and said to his man
of business, "Pray sit down, sir, and write."

An unusual embarrassment was observable in the Nabob's voice, which
would certainly have surprised anybody else but the _fiskal_.

"My dear younger brother," old Karpathy began to dictate, "inasmuch as
you are living at present in this realm, and I do not wish the name of
Karpathy to be slighted on this particular day when I have made peace
with all who ever angered me, therefore I now, as becometh a kinsman,
offer my hand to you also, my younger brother,[8] in the hope that you
will not reject it; and I, at the same time, send you, my younger
brother, two hundred thousand florins, which you shall receive from me,
so long as I live, from year to year. And I hope that henceforth we
shall continue to be good kinsmen."

[Footnote 8: _Oecse_, a familiar and affectionate salutation from an
elder to a younger kinsman.]

The old man's eyes were wet while he recited these words, and if a more
sympathetic man than the _fiskal_ had been present, there might have
been something like a tender scene.

"Wrap it up and write on the outside: To the Honourable Bela Karpathy of
Karpat, at Pressburg. A stable lad must mount a horse at once, and
deliver this letter personally."

Then he gave a great sigh of relief, as if two hundred thousand stones
had been lifted from his heart with these two hundred thousand florins.
He had never felt so happy as he was at that moment.

How Abellino received this noble disposition to stret