"Didn't you know that man? It was Rideghváry."
"Well, he might have been Meleghváry, for all I care."
"But he is an intimate friend of the family, and you have often seen him at our house."
"As if I could remember all the faces I saw in our house when I was a little boy, before I was sent away to the military academy. I didn't keep an album of them,—the Rideghvárys and all the other várys."
Jenő tried to draw his brother aside where they would not be overheard. "You must know," said he, "that Rideghváry is a very influential man."
"What is that to me?" asked the other, indifferently.
"He is the administrator of our county."
"Well, that is the county's affair, not mine."
"And, still more, he is likely to be our stepfather."
"That is our mother's affair." So saying, Richard turned his back on his brother, who wished to detain him, but the other shook him off. "Don't bother me with your Rideghváry. We didn't come here to see him. Go and court Alfonsine; there's no one with her now but the little secretary with the squeaky voice."