"Lorand, I don't know what enchantment it was, with which this woman could lure you after her. But I know that I too have a magic word, which will tear you from her."
"Your magic word?—Do you wish to speak of mother? Do you wish to stand in my way with her name?—Do so.—The only effect you will produce, by worrying me very much, will be that I shall blow my brains out here before you: but from that woman you can never tear me."
"I have no intention to speak of poor mother. It is a different subject I have in mind."
"Something, or someone else."
"It is Bálnokházy, for whose sake you are going to leave this woman."
Lorand shrugged his shoulders.
"Do you think I am afraid of Bálnokházy's prosecution?"
"He has no intention of prosecuting you. He has been very considerate to his wife in similar cases. Well, don't knit your eyebrows so; I am not saying a word about his wife. I have no business with women. Bálnokházy will not prosecute you, he will merely tell the world what has happened to him."
Lorand, with a bitter smile of scorn, asked me:
"What will he relate to the world?"