As he leaped out of the wagon, we hastened to each other.
The centre of the courtyard was not the place to play an impassioned scene in. Besides neither of us like comedy playing.
"Good evening, old fellow."
"Good evening, brother."
That was all we said to each other: we shook hands, kissed each other, and hurried in from the courtyard, straight to the room filled with roysterers.
They received Lorand with wall-shaking "hurrahs," and Lorand greeted them all in turn.
Some embittered county orator wished to deliver a speech in his honor, but Lorand told him to keep that until wine was on the table: dry toasts were not to his taste.
Then he again returned to my side and took my face in his hands.
"By Jove! old fellow, you have quite grown up! I thought you were still a child going to school. You are half a head taller than I am. Why I shall live to see you married without my knowing or hearing anything about it."
I took Lorand's arm and drew him into a corner.