"You know, my pretty Klara," he said gaily, "that I was half afraid I shouldn't see you to-day at all."
"No?" she asked coquettishly.
"No, by gad! My father was so soft-hearted to allow Erös a day off for his wedding or something, and so, if you please, I had to go to Arad with him, as he had to see about a sale of clover. I thought we should never get back. The roads were abominable."
"I hardly expected your lordship," she said demurely.
To punish her for that little lie, he tweaked her small ear till it became a bright crimson.
"That is to punish you for telling such a lie," he said gaily. "You know that I meant to come and say good-bye."
"Your lordship goes to-morrow?" she asked with a sigh.
"To shoot bears, my pretty Klara," he replied. "I don't want to go. I would rather stay another week here for you to amuse me, you know."
"I am proud . . ." she whispered.
"So much do you amuse me that I have brought you a present, just to show you that I thought of you to-day and because I want you not to forget me during the three months that I shall be gone."