Meanwhile the lady had again lighted the candles: again a gentle light was thrown on all things. Lorand gazed at her. In place of her previous green-blue face, which had gazed on him with the wild look of madness, a smiling, good-humored countenance was presented. She asked in a humorous tone:
"Well, so you are a student, what kind of student? Where did you come from?"
"I came with you, sitting beside the coachman."
"Do you wish to come to Lankadomb?"
"Yes."
"Perhaps to Sárvölgyi's? He loves prayers."
"Oh no. But to Mr. Topándy."
"I cannot advise that: he is very rude to such as you. You are accustomed to preach. Don't go there."
"Still I am going there: and if you don't care to let me sit on the box, I shall go on foot, as I have done until to-day."
"Do you know what? What you would get there would not be much. The money, which that man left here, you have by you as it is. Keep it for yourself: I give it to you. Then go back to the college."