"Only two."
"I expected more. Well, then I can take this letter myself into the town."
"Will Mr. Áronffy remain here?"
"No. He will take his dead love home to the country. I have asked the doctor to embalm her, and I have a lead casket which I prepared for myself with the intention of continuing my opposition to the ordinance of God within it: now I have no need of it. I will lend it to Czipra. That is her dowry."
An hour later he went in search of Lorand, who was still guarding his dead darling. The magistrate was there too.
"My dear sir," he said to the officer. "I am not going to the gaol now."
"Not yet?" inquired Daruszegi. "Very well."
"Not now, nor at any other time. A greater master has given me orders—in a different direction."
They began to look at him in astonishment.
His face was much paler than usual: but still that good-humored irony and light-hearted smile was there.