"No. Only tell me what else you know."
"If you wish I will leave you here and return."
"Do as you wish."
"And what shall I tell dear mother, if she asks questions about you?"
Lorand dispiritedly turned his head away from me.
"You wrote to me to cheer and comfort mother and grandmother:—tell me then, what shall I write to them, if they enquire after you?"
Lorand answered defiantly,
"Write that Lorand is dead."
At his answer the blood boiled within me. I seized my brother's hands and cried to him:
"Lorand, till now the fathers were suicides in our family: do you wish that the mothers should continue the list?"