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Updated: July 26, 2025
"'Dear Desi, indeed! Call me 'wicked, bad, cursed Desi! that is what I am." "But why?" "Because no other name is possible. I promised because I was obliged to promise: and now I am keeping my word, because I promised." "Your poor mother says she will die, if you do not tell her where Lorand is." "And Lorand told me he will die if I do tell her.
"Lorand is in his native land in a safe place, where he has nothing to fear: with a relation of ours, who will love and protect him." "But when will you tell us where he is?" "One day, soon, mother dear." "But when? When? Why not at once? When?" "Soon, in ten years." I could scarce utter the words. Both were horrified at my utterance. "Desi, do you wish to play some joke upon us?"
Thereupon we quietly sauntered along behind the hay-wagon. My brother uncovered his head, and so proceeded on his way bareheaded; he said he was very warm. We walked silently for a distance until the old laborer came back to us. "Not tired, Master Desi?" he asked; "you might take a seat on the cart." "What are you thinking of, John?" said Lorand; "on this cart?"
Just step outside a moment, Desi, that you may not see on which paper which of our names was written." Desiderius stepped outside. "He must not see that the tickets are already prepared," murmured Lorand: "You may come in now." "In this hat are both our names," said Gyáli, holding the hat before Desiderius: "draw one of them out: open it, read it, and then put both names into the fire.
We are on very good terms with one another." Lorand sacrificed the caution he had once exercised in never writing a word to Desiderius about Melanie. It seemed Desi did not run after her either; what had his childish ideal come to? Another ideal had taken its place.
Pepi Gyáli took up his hat and said to Lorand in playful jesting: "The white elephant is yours. Good night." And he went away unharmed. "And now, my dear Desi, you must go home," said Lorand, gently grasping his brother's hand. "Why I have only just come." "I have much to do, and it must be done to-day." "Do it: I will sit down in a corner, and not say a word; I came to see you.
Patrick's well is there, and also the church of Mac Clairidh, one of Patrick's people. And assemblies are not held by the Desi except at night, because Patrick left that sentence upon them, for it was towards night they went to him. Patrick then cursed the streams of that place, because his books were drowned in them, and the fishermen gave his people a refusal.
But when I go home I must conciliate popular superstition, and make ceremonies of purification, and my women will anoint idols." "And bang up tulsi and feast the purohit, and take you back into caste again and make a good khuttrj of you again, you advanced social Free-thinker. And you'll eat desi food, and like it all, from the smell in the courtyard to the mustard oil over you."
Two understood that he meant "a ring," but what he meant was a "bullet" in the centre of his forehead. How pitiless are the jests of a man ready for death. Their happy dalliance was interrupted by the butler who came to announce that a young gentleman was waiting to speak with Master Lorand. Lorand's heart beat fast! It must be Desi! Had he not received the letter?
"And as I see you have left the young gentleman behind, just go yourselves to taste Mistress Boris's pies, or she will overwhelm me again with curses." "We shall go, Czipra," said Lorand: "Yes, yes, don't laugh at the idea. Get your hat, Desi: you are well enough dressed for a country call: let us go across to Sárvölgyi's."
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