"Why do you call it 'Hétköznapok'?"
"In order that nobody may expect anything extraordinary in it."
He turned over the leaves, but only read the headings of the chapters.
"Well, that was an original idea of yours, I must say, to choose mottoes from popular ballads for your chapter headings. I'll take this with me to Pest, and get it published."
"Nobody knows me."
"You're wrong. Bajza and Vörösmarty are inquiring about you. Your specimen composition has been much approved. I've squeezed twelve florins for it out of Emericus Vahot. Frankenburg was more liberal. He sends you fifteen for 'The Island Nepean.'"
And Petöfi counted out the twenty-seven silver florins on to the table. It was my first honorarium. I fancied myself a Rothschild.
"This romance now shall be published by Hartleben."
"Are you on good terms with him?"
"I don't know the German fellow, but he's the publisher of Ignatius Nagy's romances, and Nagy shall recommend it to him."