"You are taking it so bravely, Maurus dear," Rosemary murmured bewildered. "But what about Elza?"
"Oh, she prepared me for it; she knew all about it yesterday, and she sent me word what to bring along in the way of clothes for her. And, of course, there will be her jewellery, and one or two little things to see to. However, I have got twenty-four hours before me, and there will be Anton and Rosa to help me."
"But, Maurus dear——"
"You are astonished, dear Lady Tarkington," Maurus broke in, with rather a sad smile, "to see me take it all so calmly. I was born in this house, and I always thought that I would die in it; but lately these walls have seen so much sorrow and so many villainies that I would just as soon turn my back on them."
"But what does Elza feel about it?"
"The same as I do. She writes quite calmly."
"When did you hear from her?"
"Early this afternoon, so you see I was prepared."
"But where is she?" Rosemary asked insistently.
"She was at Sót when she wrote to me. She had seen Philip and Anna. And she was on the point of leaving for Hódmezö. This was late last night. She is in Hungary by now—and in safety. Please God I shall be with her soon."