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How could I avoid answering their questions. Scarcely had we returned to Master Fromm's house, scarce had Fanny brought us into a room which had been prepared for my parents, when my poor mother again fell upon my neck, and with melancholy gladness asked me: "You know where Lorand is?" How easy it would have been for me to answer "I know not!" But what should I have gained thereby?

Well, and what about "mea filia?" I had never seen a house that was like Mr. Fromm's inside. Our home was only one-storied, with wide rooms, and broad corridors, a courtyard and a garden: here we had to enter first by a narrow hall: then to ascend a winding stair, that would not admit two abreast.

Two hours later I observed that nothing of what I had learnt remained in my head; every place was full of that councillor's daughter. In the evening we again assembled in Master Fromm's dining-room. Fanny again sat next to me, was again in good humor, treating me as familiarly as if we had been the oldest acquaintances; I was already frightened of her.

That madonna face, than which I have never seen a more beautiful, more enchanting either before or since that day! Two days after Lorand's disappearance a travelling coach stopped before Mr. Fromm's house. From the window I recognized coach-horses and coachman: it was ours. Some one of our party had arrived.

When I left Pressburg and the Fromm's house her parents wished to take her home; but Fanny begged them to leave her there one year longer, she was so fond of that poor suffering mother. And then every year she begged for another year; so she remained in our small home until she was a full-grown maiden. Yes Pressburg is a gay, noisy town.

Ha, ha, ha! When we returned to Master Fromm's, the delicate attention of little Miss Pugnose was indeed burdensome. She would prattle all kinds of nonsense. She asked of what the fine dinner consisted; whether it was true that the daughter of the "consiliarius" had a doll that danced, played the guitar, and nodded its head. Ridiculous!

"Well, you will be our daughter!" And they all loved Desiderius so. "What a handsome man he has grown," complimented Grandmother Fromm. "What a good fellow!" remarked Mother Fromm. "What a clever fellow! How learned!" was Father Fromm's encomium. "And what a muscular rascal!" said Henrik, overcome with astonishment that another boy too had grown as large as he.

He gazed ever askance at Father Fromm's ruler, and when he reached the first obstacle, as the old fellow raised the ruler, probably merely with the intention of striking Henrik's mental capacity into action by startling him, Henrik was no more to be seen; he was under the bed, where he had managed to hide his long body with remarkable agility; nor would he come forth until Father Fromm promised he would not hurt him, and would take him to breakfast.

The Fromm's house was open before the world and the flower ought to open in spring the young girl has a right to live and enjoy life. Fanny voluntarily shut herself off from life. There was no merriment in our house. My parents often assured her they would take her to some entertainments, and would go with her. "For my sake? You would go to amusements that I might enjoy myself?

He did not enlighten me on the subject; instead he turned with a severe confessorial face to Henrik: "No ergo! Quid ergo? Quid seis? Habes pensum? Nebulo!" Henrik tried whether he could move the skin of his head like Master Márton did, when he spoke of Mr. Fromm's Latin.