Abellino marched rapidly to the corner of the street, with Alexander after him all the way. There
he got into a carriage which was awaiting him. Alexander threw himself into a hackney-coach and trundled after him. He overtook him at the Michael Gate, and here the gentleman got out, while the carriage clattered into the courtyard. A big porter in bearskins was standing at the entrance.
"Who was that gentleman who went in there just now?" inquired Alexander of the porter.
"The Honourable Abellino Kárpáthy, of Kárpáth."
"Thank you."
So his name, then, was Abellino Kárpáthy! Alexander hastened home with his discovery.
On that day the whole family had such a vicious expression of countenance that every one who came to see them was positively afraid of them.
The following day was a work-day, so everybody went about his own business. Mr. Boltay, with his sleeves tucked up, worked away with a will among his apprentices; but in vain was all the noise and racket—every tool he took up seemed to repeat one name continually in his ear, Kárpáthy, Kárpáthy!
Meanwhile Teresa and Fanny were sitting at one of the windows overlooking the street, occupied with needlework. They spoke not a word to each other; it was a way they had got into lately.
Suddenly a handsome carriage turned into the street, and stopped in front of Boltay's house.