"Quite right," replied Banfy, with an offended laugh. "You are on my territory and that is comparatively lawful. I really do not know how I can express my pleasure at this honor. Doubtless you are weary; I invite you to my house at Bonczida to a friendly meal."
"Thank you," replied Csaki, angrily, "but at present we cannot accept."
"That is my affair. I am not accustomed to allow those to go away hungry and thirsty who have come to me as guests. I cannot treat you as poachers so I must look upon you as my guests, I suppose."
"There is still a third condition possible."
"I recognize none."
"Your Excellency shall learn it at once from me."
"Very good, but there will be time for that over the midday meal. Let us turn our horses toward Bonczida, my lords."
"I have already said that we would not accept the invitation."
"What do you say? have you then so poor an opinion of my hospitality as to think that I will not myself drag you away by force? You must not overlook Bonczida: since you already know my game, you must now make acquaintance with my domestic animals. At all events, I shall take you with me, even by force."
"Have done with jesting, Banfy; it is not in place here."