Lorand took his brother in his arms and kissed him.
"I have to pay a visit somewhere where you could not come with me."
Desiderius listlessly felt for his cap.
"Yet I did so want to be with you this evening."
"To-morrow will do as well."
Lorand was afraid that the officers of justice might come any moment for him. For his part he did not mind: but he did not wish his brother to be present.
Desiderius sorrowfully returned home.
Lorand remained by himself.
By himself? Oh no. There around him were the others—seven in number: those headless dead.
Well, fate is inevitable.