"Depend upon me, my angel—in three days all shall be ready, or you will hear that Nanasy bacsi is no more."
"You must have my bridal dress made in Pesth, within the shortest time possible."
"Depend on me, my darling; I shall employ the most celebrated milliners, Varga or Sovari—and if I do not bring the most magnificent bridal dress within a week, advertise me in the papers as a stray dog, for which the lucky finder will receive five florins!"
"Write to my relations at the same time," continued Julia, "and invite them to the ceremony on this day week; but for this you will have time enough in Pesth. I have ordered the carriage, and now you have nothing to do but to get into it and drive off."
"Yes, my dear, I understand; but what am I to say to our relations?"
"Why, what have we been talking about?—that I am going to be married!"
"Yes, but to whom?"
"Why, is it necessary to know that too?"
"Ha, ha, ha, ha! why, that is the facit of the matter."
"How odd!—well, say Kalman Sos."