That is what she once said to Lorand.
And why? Perhaps because he passed her without so much as shaking hands with her.
And at another time:
"Were I in Heaven, I could not be happier."
Perhaps a fleeting embrace had made her happy again.
How little is enough to bring happiness or sorrow to poor maidens.
One day an old gypsy woman came by chance into the courtyard.
In the country it is not the custom to drive away these poor vagrants: they receive corn, and scraps of meat: they must live, too.
Then they tell fortunes. Who would not wish to have his fortune so cheaply.
And the gypsy woman's deceitful eye very soon finds out whose fortune to tell, and how to tell it.