"I have."
"Veil or myrtle wreath?"
"I will be married."
"To the baron?"
"Yes," replied the girl in a strangely calm and courageous tone, "but I also have my conditions to impose."
"Let us hear them."
"In the first place I must be sure that my brother Koloman will not be persecuted. I suppose you will not let him come with me?"
"No, that one thing cannot be allowed."
"But I cannot let him remain here. Send him to some other town. You are always talking of your rank and riches, give him an education to correspond."
The child in those two hours had grown older by ten years, she now spoke to the other members of the family with the air of a matron.