"You were obedient: you took care of your poor brother: you helped him: my dear child." Thus she kept whispering continually to me.
I dared not be affected.
"Tell me now, where is Lorand?"
I had known she would ask that. In anguish I drew away from her and kept looking around me.
"Where is Lorand?"
Grandmother remarked my anguish.
"Leave him alone," she hinted to mother. "We are not yet in a sufficiently safe place: the driver might hear. Wait until we get home."
So I had time until we arrived home. What would happen there? How could I avoid answering their questions.
Scarcely had we returned to Master Fromm's house, scarce had Fanny brought us into a room which had been prepared for my parents, when my poor mother again fell upon my neck, and with melancholy gladness asked me:
"You know where Lorand is?"