"Ah, that was in the good old times," sighed the other.
Gregorics troubled his head no more about them, but closed the heavy oaken door of the house, and went home to bed.
The next morning the cramp returned, and was only partially relieved by the medicine Anna gave him. He was frightfully weak, and only now and then showed interest in what was going on around him.
"Give us a good dinner, Anna," he said once, "and make dumplings, the boy likes them."
And half an hour afterward:
"Make the dumplings with jam, Anna, the boy likes them best so."
The only thing he would take himself was mineral water. Toward afternoon the cramp was much worse, and he began to spit blood. Anna was frightened, and began to cry, and ask if he would not have a doctor or a priest. Gregorics shook his head.
"No, no, I am quite ready to die, everything is in order. I am only waiting for Gyuri. What time is it?"
The church clock just then struck twelve.
"It is time the coach arrived. Go and tell Matykó to wait outside by the gate, and carry Gyuri's bag in when he comes."