"May Heaven forgive me if I make a mistake! But what does it concern me after all? Yet I found for you a nice, well-brought up girl to whom the other one cannot hold a candle! What are the black gipsy eyes of the one compared to the innocent blue ones of the other? But if such a wife pleases you, there is nothing more to be said. Only you will have a wife and no mistake, I'll warrant you!"
"Now, dear uncle, I beg of you to come and accompany me in my wooing."
Mr. Leányfalvy began to see that he must play a part in this pantomime after all.
"I've no clothes to go in," he explained. "In these I could not enter such grand company."
"I will bring you a new coat from Pesth."
"It's no use, nephew. Among such grand folks a simple gentleman like me, who am a mere nobody, has no business. Take the district commissioner with you; he is a great man, and can write worshipful before his name."
"I don't want any great men. I'd rather have you!"
Now the postmaster came out with his true meaning.
"I don't want to be your 'best man!'" he said bluntly.
"You don't, and why not?"