"No, my child, it is sunrise."
"I thought it was evening already."
Topándy opened one shutter that Czipra might see the morning light of the sun.
Then he returned to the sick girl, whose face burned with fever.
"Lorand will be here immediately," he assured her gently.
"I shall soon be far away," sighed the girl with burning lips.
It seemed so long till Lorand returned!
The girl asked no more questions about him: but she was alert at the opening of every door or rattling of carriages in the street, and each time became utterly despondent, when it was not he after all.
How late he was!
Yet Lorand had come as quickly as four fleet-footed steeds could gallop.