At these words mother looked at me, as if it had only just occurred to her that I too was here, still it was Fanny's fair curls only that she continued stroking.
Father Fromm hurriedly sent Henrik for a cab. Not a soul asked us where we were going. Everyone wondered, where, and why? What purpose? But, only I knew what would be the end of to-day's journey.
I did not distress myself about it. I waited merely until my turn should come. I knew nothing could happen without me.
The cab was there, and the Fromms led mother down the steps. They set her down first of all, and, when we were all seated; Father Fromm called to the cabman:
"To the house of Bálnokházy!"
He knew well that we must go there now. During the whole journey there we did not exchange a single word: what could those two have said to me?
When we stopped before Bálnokházy's residence, it seemed to me, my mother was endowed with a quite youthful strength; she went before us, her face burning, her step elastic, her head carried on high.
I don't know whether it was our good fortune, or whether my parents' arrival had been announced previously, but the P. C. was at home, when we came to look for him.
I was curious to see with what countenance he would receive us.
I knew already much about him, that I ought never to have known.