In this place her hand had been in his: in that place she had said of the lost ring "leave it alone:" in that place he had clasped her in his arms!
And to-morrow even that would cause no pain!
"Do you know what, Lorand?" said the old Manichean cheerily: "I thought I would accompany you this afternoon to Szolnok. We must celebrate the day you meet your brother: we must drink to it!"
"Will you not take me with you?" inquired Czipra half in jest.
"No!" was the simultaneous reply from both sides.
"Why not?"
"Because it is not fit for you there.—There is no room for you there!"
Both replied the same.
Topándy meant "You cannot take part in men's carousals; who knows what will become of you?" while Lorand—meant something else.