"Yes; but I don't want you to hear what they are talking about in there."
John stared at him. He began to feel bad as he met the doctor's cold look; and he followed him mechanically into the adjoining room.
"Well, sir, what is it you wish to say to me that others may not hear?"
"Your worship, a great joy has this day befallen your house."
"I know it. I understand it. God be praised!"
"God has indeed blessed your worship with a great joy, but it has also seemed good to Him to prove you with affliction."
"What do you mean by that?" thundered the terrified Kárpáthy, and his face turned blue.
"Look now, your worship, this is just what I feared, and that is why I called you aside into an adjoining room; show yourself a Christian, and learn to bear the hand of God."
"Don't torture me; say exactly what has happened."
"Your honour's wife will die."