The girl gave him a look full of gratitude. What happiness glittered in those eyes of ecstasy!
"Who will be the god-parents?" asked the clergyman.
"One, the magistrate,—if he will be so kind: the other, I."
Czipra looked appealingly, first at Topándy, then at Lorand.
Topándy understood the unspoken question.
"Lorand cannot be. In a few minutes you shall know why."
The minister performed the ceremony with that briefness which consideration for a wounded person required.
When it was over, Topándy shook hands with the minister.
"If my hand has sinned at times against yours, I now ask your pardon."
"The debt has been paid by that clasp of your hand," said the priest.