"The Prince gave me exactly the same answer, only reversed—'The cause indeed belongs to my Courts, but the land is Banfi's, go to him.'"
Banfi laughed good-humouredly, but Kuncz did not seem to regard the matter as particularly entertaining.
"Then, although my right is as clear as noon-day, I can turn nowhither?"
Banfi shrugged his shoulders and stroked his beard.
"Because your Reverence has right on your side, it by no means follows that you will get justice."
"Then his case is exactly the same as mine," interrupted some one, and Banfi, looking round, beheld Dame Saint Pauli making towards him.
The magnate pretended he did not see the widow, and nonchalantly adjusted the gold and diamond chain of his mente; but the widow thrust herself right under his nose, and thus began—
"Vainly do you condescend to ignore me, my lord. I am here though uninvited."
Banfi looked at her without saying a word, half amused and half annoyed.
"Or perhaps your lordship has forgotten my name?" continued the lady sharply, smiting her breast and exclaiming—"I am the noble, high-born——"