"You know what's in the letter. They ask me to save him; and what can I do now that he's condemned?"
"If your worship will do a kind thing for the love of Miss Etelka—I beg your pardon—for the love of my young master; and if your worship will save Viola——"
"'If!' and 'will!' I'd give my life if I could do it."
"Oh, then we need not care for such a bit of a sentence. Only think, sir, what should we do for ropes if every man were hanged whom they condemn in Hungary?"
"Perhaps you are not aware," said Völgyeshy, "that there's a court-martial in the case. In a common court——"
"Of course, of course!" said Janosh; and, turning to young Kishlaki, he whispered, "Do not let us mention these things before strangers."
"Don't mind Mr. Völgyeshy," said Kalman. "He knows all about it; and he'd help us if he could."
"So I would," said the lawyer.
"That alters the matter entirely. The worshipful gentlemen do not like us to put our fingers into their pie; and when they wish to hang a fellow, they are apt to be unreasonable if he escapes. They are fond of being hard upon the like of me."
"But what is it you mean to do?"