Frau Fruzsinka at this changed her point of attack.
"Remember," she urged, "that if we fly in the face of my uncle, we risk losing a considerable property."
Now it was Ráby's turn.
"You fear the prospect of losing the property, but I tremble at the chance of your possessing it."
"I do not understand," faltered his wife.
"I quite believe you," returned Ráby bitterly.
Fruzsinka dared not pursue this tack further, it was time to try another. She threw herself on her husband's neck, and gazed with those wonderful eyes of hers straight into his.
"Ráby, did we swear that we would make the people, or ourselves happy, which was it, dear?"
At those words, and that glance, Ráby's heart softened.
What can one advance to those most unanswerable of arguments?