"'I am,' he said, looking at the dust-covered man with angry hauteur, not comprehending by what right anyone could dare to stop him at such a time and to address him so curtly.
"But the lean man seized the door of the carriage and said to the bridegroom:
"'Well, sir, have you any soul?'
"Our dear friend could not comprehend what new form of greeting it was, to ask a man on the road whether he had a soul.
"But the lean man seemed to wish to know that at any cost.
"'Sir, have you any soul?'
"'What?'
"Have you any soul, that you can lead an innocent maiden to the altar, in the position in which you are?'
"'Who are you? And how dare you to address me?'
"'I am Miklós Daruszegi, county court magistrate, and have come to arrest you, in consequence of a proclamation of the High Court of Justice in Vienna, which has sent us instructions to arrest you wherever you may be found on the charge of several forgeries and deceits, in flagrante, and not to accept bail!'