"I am happy in being able to do anything that pleases you."
"Nay, be not too indulgent. I warn you that will only make me more exacting."
"Speak, speak! would that there were no end
to your wishes! Believe me, only then am I unhappy, when I see that nothing delights you, when you are sorrowful, when there's nothing you feel a liking for—then, indeed, I am very, very unhappy! Would you like to go to a watering-place this summer? Where would you like to go? Command me, where would you feel most happy?"
Fanny began reflecting. Whither away? Anywhere, if it only were far enough! Away from the neighbourhood of the Szentirmays, and never come back again!
"Mehadia, I think, would be the nicest place. That is far enough away anyhow," thought she.
"I'll engage for you beforehand the best quarters procurable for the coming summer: it really is a very pleasant place."
"And I have something else to ask."
Kárpáthy could scarce contain himself for joy.
"But it is a greater and more serious wish than all the rest."