"But there are only five of them."
"True; but all the heydukes we have must be there too, either as Turks or Hungarians. We have already brought down all the costumes and weapons from our museum of antiquities. The students meanwhile will recite the history of Dobozy; the poet Gyárfás is at this moment writing the verses for it, and the chief cantor is composing the music. It will be fine!"
The old fellow took as much delight in the comedy as any child.
Meanwhile he had finished dressing Master Jock—brushed and combed his hair, pared his nails, shaved him, tied his cravat, and buttoned his coat comme il faut.
"And now, sir, you may appear before your fellow-men."
"Where's my pipe?"
"Pipe! Tut-tut! Don't you know that, first of all, you must go to church to pray? nobody smokes till after that."
"You are right. But why don't they ring the bell?"
"Wait! I must first tell the priest that your honour is up."
"And there's another thing you must tell him—a sausage should be long, a sermon short."