There was stern resolution in our dark, insignificant little office.
Countess Raphael Zichy looked at me while she addressed the others: “There is one among us whom the Government wants to arrest. Let us decide that if this should happen, we shall go, with a hundred thousand women, up to the castle and claim to be arrested too, because we have all done what she has done.”
She was not laughing now. And in all the weary journey of this wintry world I have never been given anything more precious.
February 26th.
Early this morning the door bell rang. Steps tramped about the ante-room. A little later the little German maid came in.
“Two soldiers were looking for you, and asked if you were in town. They had an urgent message. I told them you were in town but had gone out.”
As she spoke I knew that they had come to find out if I had escaped. It is quite the custom nowadays; they ring, inquire, and go. They follow me in the streets, and sometimes even walk behind me up the stairs.
COUNT KÁROLYI DISTRIBUTING HIS LANDS AT DEBRO.