When Teleki learned of Banfy's arrest he ordered him brought to Bethlen castle at once. In Bethlen castle the provost of Klausenburg, Stephen Pataki, received him, at sight of whom Banfy jestingly asked:
"So you have been appointed my confessor, have you?"
Pataki wept, while Banfy smiled lightly. The Provost conducted Banfy up the steps, showing him the greatest respect. Deeply affected he remained standing at the threshold. In the room was a lady in mourning who at sight of him turned pale as death and leaned against the table unable to move. Banfy felt all the blood rushing to his heart. The next moment he rushed passionately to her and cried,
The lady, speechless, threw herself in her husband's arms and sobbed violently.
"They did not set you free?" asked Banfy, turning pale.
"Of my own accord I did not go," replied Margaret. "I could not leave you in the prison."
Tears gushed from Banfy's eyes. He sank down at her feet and covered her hands with kisses.
"So long as the world believed us happy we could avoid each other," said Margaret, with stifled voice. "Misfortune has brought us together again." . . .
She bent over to kiss her husband's brow; Banfy was completely overpowered; his feelings were all at once so mightily overcome that even his strong heart could bear no more.