And after me he called out "Prosit, Sir Lieutenant-Governor." I had no desire to be angry with him. I felt too sad to quarrel with any one.
Henrik was indeed slaving away at the table, and the candle, burnt to the end, proved that he had been at it a long time.
"Welcome, Desi," he said good humoredly. "You come late; a terrible amount of 'labor' awaits you to-morrow. I have finished mine: you will be behind with yours, so I have written the exercises in your place. Look and see if it is good."
That heavy-headed boy, on whom I had been wont to look down from such a height, whose work I had prepared in play, work which he would have broken his head over, had now in my place finished the work I had neglected. What had become of me?
"I waited for you with a little pleasant surprise," said Henrik, taking from his drawer something which he held in his hand before me. "Now guess what it is."
"I don't care what it is."
I was in a bad humor, I longed to lay my head on the bed.
"Of course you care. Fanny has written a letter from her new home. She has written to you in Magyar, about your dear mother."
These words roused me from my lethargy.