"No, they are not butcher clerks. What are you thinking of?"
"Why, in past years the law-students were continually having brawls with butcher clerks."
"They want to arrest him," I whispered to him, "to put him in prison, because he was one of the 'Parliamentary youth' lot."
"Aha," said Márton, "that's where we are is it? That is beyond my assistance. And, what can you do?"
"I must go to my uncle Bálnokházy at once and ask him to interfere."
"That's surely a wise thing to do. Under those circumstances I shall go with you. Not because I think you would be afraid to go by yourself at night, but that I may be able to tell the old man by-and-bye that you were not in mischief."
The old fellow put on a coat in a moment, and a pair of boots, then accompanied me to the Bálnokházys.
He did not wish to come in, but told me that, on my way back, I should look for him at the corner beer-house, where he would wait for me.
I hurried up stairs.
I was greatly disappointed to find my brother's door closed: at other times that had always been my first place of retreat.