Well, amusement there must be. I like fellows who amuse themselves.
It was late evening when a five-horsed coach drove into the courtyard—in the first to get out I recognized Gyáli.
What did he want among us?
After him stepped out a brisk old man whose moustache and eyebrows I remembered of old. It was my uncle, Topándy.
Remarkable!
Topándy came straight towards me.
So serious was his face, when, as he reached me, he grasped my hand, that he made me feel quite confused.
"You are Desiderius Áronffy?" he said: and with his two hands seized my shoulders, that he might look into my eyes. "Though you do not say so, I recognize you. It is just as if I saw your departed father before me. The very image!"
Many had already told me that I was very like what my father had been in his young days.
Topándy embraced me feelingly.