[4] Balls of pastry in curds.
"You will eat some of this?" said Uncle Lorincz, turning to his neighbour, as the dish came round.
"I thank you, I am not hungry; and I have a little headache."
But our nephew was as hungry as anybody else, and had not the slightest headache. The fact was, he was not accustomed to eat till after he had been pressed a dozen times, and his plate filled perforce.
For once, however, there was short work with our nephew's customs; for Uncle Lorincz, believing what he said, sent on the good turos galuska with a sigh, admitting it was certainly no cure for a headache; and consequently Sandor was obliged to keep up the farce during the whole time of dinner, while his eyes were actually starting from his head with hunger.
"Drink something, at least, if you do not eat—it will do your headache good," said Uncle Lorincz, taking up the good Eger[5] wine. But Sandor would never have forgiven himself had he not snatched aside his glass as Uncle Lorincz was in the act of pouring out the wine.
[5] From Eger or Erlau, a town between Pesth and Tokay.
"Much obliged," said his father, "but he does not drink wine."
"The tartar! he does not!" exclaimed Uncle Lorincz; "well, he is a rare child—neither eats, drinks, nor smokes! why, he will be a millionnaire! I am heartily sorry that you have got a wife for him already; otherwise I should have asked you to wait until my girl is marriageable."
Meanwhile there was another individual who followed quite a different course from that of nephew Sandor, and that was little Peterke.