Thereupon there was no more need to insist on Czipra's being good-humored the whole day. Her good-humor came voluntarily.
Poor girl, so little was required to make her happy.
Lorand, as soon as Czipra was gone, collected from the floor the torn, trampled paper fragments, carefully put them together on the table, until the note was complete, then read it over once again.
Before the door of his room he heard steps, and gay talk intermingled with laughter. Topándy and Desiderius had come to see him. Lorand blew the fragments off the table: they flew in all directions: he opened the door and joined the group, a third smiling figure.
CHAPTER XXII
THE UNCONSCIOUS PHANTOM
What were they laughing at so much?
"Do you know what counsel Czipra gave us?" said Topándy. "As she did not expect us to dinner, she advised us to go to Sárvölgyi's, where there will be a great banquet to-day. They are expecting somebody."
"Who will probably not arrive in time for dinner," added Desiderius.