"Who told you?" Lorand exclaimed, standing before me with clenched fists.
I was far from being afraid of anyone: I answered coolly.
"That woman's husband."
Lorand was silent and began to walk feverishly up and down the narrow, short, little room. Suddenly he stopped, and half aside addressed me, always in the same passionate tones.
"Desi, you are still a child."
"I know."
"There are things which cannot yet be explained to you."
"On such subjects you may hold your peace."
"You have spoken with that woman's husband?"
"He said, you had eloped with his wife."