At supper only three were sitting at table. Lorand was more abstracted than usual, and scarcely spoke a word to them: if Czipra addressed him, there was such embarrassment in his reply, that it was impossible not to remark it.
But Czipra was in a particularly jesting mood to-day.
"My friend Bálint, you are sleepy. Yet you had better take care of us at night, lest someone steal us."
"Lock your door well, my dear Czipra, if you are afraid."
"How can I lock my door," said Czipra smiling light-heartedly, "when those cursed servants have so ruined the lock of every door at this side of the house that they would fly open at one push."
"Very well, I shall take care of you."
Therewith Lorand wished them good night, took his candle and went out.
Czipra hurried Melanie too to depart.
"Let us go to bed in good time, as we must be early afoot to-morrow."
This evening the customary conversation at the window did not take place.