elected lawyer to the county court at the first renovation.[46] Besides,
Lorand is a handsome fellow: and the harm the persecution of men has
done him will soon be repaired by the aid of women."

[Footnote 46: As explained above.]

"Leave me to myself. I shall think about the matter."

"I shall be deeply obliged to you. But, remember, please, ten o'clock
this evening must not find here--the dear relation."

Hermine hastened to her jewel-case with ostentation. Balnokhazy, as he
turned in the doorway, could see with what feverish anxiety she unlocked
it and fumbled among her jewels.

With a smile on his face the husband went away. It is a fine instance of
the irony of fate, when a woman is obliged to pawn her jewels in order
to help someone escape whom she has loved, and whom she would love still
to see about her,--to send him a hundred miles from her side.

Hermine did indeed collect her jewels, and threw them into a
travelling-bag.

Then she sat down at her writing-table, and very hurriedly wrote
something on some lilac-coloured letter paper on which the initials of
her name had been stamped; this she folded up, sealed it and sent it by
her butler to Lorand's room.

Lorand had not yet stirred from the house that day; he did not know that
part of the Parliamentary youth, gaining an inkling of the movement
against them, had hurried to depart.

When he had read the letter of the P. C.'s wife, he begged the butler to
go to Mr. Gyali and ask him in his name to pay him a visit at once: he
must speak a few words to him without fail.

When the butler had gone, Lorand began to walk swiftly up and down his
room. He was in search of something which he could not find, an idea.

He sat again, driving his fist into his hand: then sprang up anew and
hastened to the window, as if in impatient expectation of the new-comer.

Suddenly a thought came to him: he began to put on gloves, fine, white
kid gloves. Then he tried to clench his fist in them without tearing
them.

Perhaps he does not wish to touch, with uncovered hands, him for whom he
is waiting!

At last the street door opened, and steps made direct for his door.

Only let him come! but he, whom he expected did not come alone: the
first to open his door was not Pepi Gyali, but his brother, Desiderius.
By chance they had met.

Lorand received his brother in a very spiritless manner. It was not he
whom he wished to see now. Yet he rushed to embrace Lorand with a