And Mathias Ráby went away without mentioning even a word of Mariska. What a horrible thing these politics are, to be sure!
CHAPTER XI.
Ráby had scarcely left, than pretty Mariska put her little head in at the opposite door which led from the reception-room to the dining-parlour. Mr. von Tárhalmy was striding up and down the apartment as if perturbed.
"Did you call me, dear father?" asked the girl.
"No, no, child; but come in."
"You are not vexed, father?"
"Not a bit of it, my dear."
"I thought you were quarrelling with someone."
"Nothing of the sort. We have only been discussing some business matters. So just come in."