"Then you are determined to go to that little village down there?"
"Yes."
"No news from the world will ever penetrate thither."
"That will be all the better for me."
"You have heard nothing of what is going on outside all this time, I suppose?"
"Nothing pleasant."
"It is a dreadful world. How would the women manage to live if they couldn't chatter?"
"They could sew their children's clothes."
"Perhaps you haven't heard that Petöfi's widow has married again?"
Ah, that was indeed a murderous thrust! A calculated, well-aimed, poisonous dart where there was a weak joint in my coat of mail.