"Who is that 'some one?'"
"He is a very excellent youth: and is on close terms with many foreign princes. In a short time he won himself great fame. Everyone exalts him. He came often to our house during papa's life-time, and they intended me to be his bride even in my early days."
"Handsome?" inquired Czipra. That was the chief thing to know.
Melanie answered this question merely with her eyes. But Czipra might have been content with the answer. He was at any rate as handsome a man in Melanie's eyes as Lorand was in hers.
"Shall you be his wife?"
At this question Melanie held up her fine left hand before Czipra, raising the fourth finger higher than the rest. On it was a ring.
Czipra drew the ring off her finger and looked closely at it. She saw letters inside it. If she only knew those!
"Is this his name?"
"His initials."
"He is called?"