The dispatch ran: "Situation changed. Your coming unnecessary. Await my letter. Am starting for Scotland."
I gave an exclamation of pleasure, and translated the words to Imre.
"What! Then you need not leave Szent-Istvánhely?" he asked quickly, in the tone of heartiest pleasure that a friend could wish to hear. "Teremtette! I am as happy as you!.... What a good thing, too, that we were so sensible as not to allow ourselves to make a dumpish, dismal afternoon of it, over there at the Z.... You see, I am right, my dear fellow.. I am always right!... Philosophy, divine philosophy! Nothing like it! It makes all the world go round."......
With which Imre touched his csákó, laughed his jolliest laugh, and hurried away to the Commando of the regiment.
I went upstairs, not aware of there being stairs to climb... unless they might be steps to the stars. In fact the stars, it seemed to me, could not only shine their clearest in Szent-Istvánhely; but, after all, could take clement as well as unfriendly courses, in mortal destiny.
III.
FACES—HEARTS—SOULS.
"Think'st thou that I could bear to part
With thee?—and learn to halve my heart?"
"No more reproach, no more despair!"