I hastened across the long dark courtyard and found the door of the little room referred to. A head was to be seen at the lighted window. Lorand was standing there melting the ice on the panes with his breath, that he might see when the person he was expecting arrived.
Oh how he must have loved her. What a desperate struggle awaited me!
When he saw me from the window, he disappeared from it, and hurried to meet me.
At the door we met and in astonishment he asked:
"How did you get here?"
I said nothing, but embraced him, and determined that even if he cut me in pieces, I would never part from him.
"Why did you come after me? How did you find your way hither?"
I saw he was annoyed. He was displeased that I had come.
"Those, who saw you take your seat in a carriage, directed me."
He visibly shuddered.