Hermine placed her hand on Lorand's shoulder and tremblingly hissed:
"They will arrest you to-night."
"They may do so."
"Oh no, they may not, kind Heaven! That they shall not do. You must escape, immediately, this hour."
"Is it sure they will arrest me?"
"Believe me, yes."
"Then just for that reason I shall not stir from my place."
"What are you saying? Why? Why not?"
"Because I should be ashamed, if they who wanted me should draw me out from under my bed in my mother's house, like a child who has played some mischief."
"Who is speaking now of your mother's house? You must fly far: away to foreign lands."