When he was better again, the war was over.
How many times I heard him say:
"What bad people you are, for loving me so! What a bad turn you did me, when you brought me away from the scene of battle, brother! How merciless you were Fanny, to watch beside me! What a vain task it was on your part to keep me alive! How angry I am with you: what detestable people you are!—just for loving me so!"
Yet we still loved him.
And then we grew old peacefully.
We buried kind grandmother, and then dear mother too: we remained alone together, and never parted.
Lorand always lived with us: as long as we lived in town he did not leave the house sometimes for weeks together.
The new order of things compelled me to give up the career which father had held to be the most brilliant aim of life. I threw over my yearning for diplomacy, and went to the plough.
I became a good husbandman.
I am that still.