As we stepped out, I said to Fanny:
"Remember, my honor has been put into your hands."
The girl gazed into my eyes with ardent enthusiasm and said:
"I shall guard it as I guard mine own."
That was no child's answer, but the answer of a maiden.
CHAPTER XII
A GLANCE INTO A PISTOL-BARREL
The weather changed very rapidly, for all the world as if two evil demons were fighting for the earth: one with fire, the other with ice. It was the middle of May; it had become so sultry that the earth, which last week had been frozen to dry bones, now began to crack.
The wanderer who disappeared from our sight we shall find on that plain of Lower Hungary, where there are as many high roads as cart-ruts.