hings he must always carry in his pocket, to
display beneath the nose of anyone who attempted to frighten him with
his gigantic stature!--Gyali shortly appeared in the village again, and
very ostentatiously drove up and down before my window, driving the
horses himself with the ladies sitting behind, as if he hoped to take
the greatest revenge upon me in this way. I merely said: 'If you are
satisfied with him, it is nothing to me.' It seems that in the world of
to-day the ladies like the man, upon whom others have spat, whom others
have insulted and kicked out!--they know all--well, I had no wish to
quarrel with their taste.

"I determined just for that reason not to do anything mad. I would be
clever. I would look down upon the world's madness with contemplative
philosophy, and merely carry out the clever jest of annulling my
previous will in which I had made Melanie my heiress, and which had been
stored away in the county archive room, making another which I shall
keep here at home, in which not a single mention is made of my niece.

"The wedding was solemnized with great pomp.

"Sarvoelgyi did not complain of the expense incurred. He thought to
revenge himself on me. He collected all the friends he could from the
vicinity: I too received a lithographed invitation. Look at that!"

Topandy took the vellum from his pocket-book and handed it to Lorand.

DEAR MR. TOPANDY:

It will give me great pleasure if you and your nephew Lorand
Aronffy will accept our invitation to the wedding of my daughter
Melanie and Joseph Gyali, at Mr. Sarvoelgyi's house.

EMILIA BALNOKHAZY.

"Keep half for yourself."

"Thanks: I don't want even the whole."

"Well, it just happened to be Sunday. Sarvoelgyi chose that day, because
it would cost so much less to array the village folk in holiday garb. He
had the bells rung, so did the Vicar: every window and door was full of
curious on-lookers. I too took my seat on the verandah to see the sight.

"The long line of carriages started. First the bridegroom with
Sarvoelgyi, after them the bride, dressed in a white lawn robe, and
wearing, if I am not mistaken, many theatrical jewels."

Lorand interrupted impatiently:

"You evidently think, uncle, that I shall write all this for some
fashion-paper, as you are telling me in such detail about the costumes."

"I have learned it from English novel-writers: if a man wants to
convince his hearers that something is true